Chapter 738: D266. Let’s Talk About the Past
In the vast Holy Hall corridor, only the footsteps of an old man and a young girl echoed.
The Pope did not answer the Hero’s questioning, but simply led the way forward on his own.
The Hero also fell silent, no longer asking questions, walking steadily behind the Pope.
As they moved forward step by step, the girl’s gaze gradually beca cold, and the silence seed to amplify the sound of breathing.
Her spine slightly curved, her back bowed, her gaze like a sharp blade staring at the old man’s back ahead, yet her fists were no longer clenched, naturally relaxing at her side, her footsteps softening.
But if a qualified Martial Monk were here, they would instantly recognize that the girl’s posture was like a beast crouching, the relaxation rely a disguise before a sudden raid on her prey.
When the killer intent erupted, those lowered fists would transform into a thunderous strike.
Her braided dark hair also began to turn moon white, as if dyed by moonlight, with the magic power forming an etheric body, ready at any mont to transform into the celestial moon.
The dawn’s radiance covered her entire body with each breath, illuminating the Holy Hall corridor as if driving away all darkness.
The Hero’s attitude, impossible to conceal and without any intention of hiding, was like a ferocious beast, closely following and glaring from behind.
“Relax, child, we’ll be there soon.”
But feeling the chilling fierce intent behind him, the Pope did not turn back, rely showing a peaceful smile, revealing a few wrinkles.
“I understand there are many doubts in your mind, but I do not intend to conceal anything, nor do I wish to harm you… Rember, we just greeted so many townspeople, letting everyone see us together.”
“Moreover, even if my answer doesn’t please you, would you really attack a Pope here, in this Great Cathedral?”
[Pope’s Persuasion (D Charm 50, Multiplier 20)]
D314 70=d314(176) 70=246
[Hero’s Intimidation]
2d120 60=d120(94) d120(27) 60=181
The smooth words echoed in the vast and sacred Hall, causing the Hero’s footsteps to pause.
Her gaze remained sharp, with golden moonlight swirling in her erald eyes, yet not fully transford.
The Pope’s steps did not falter in the slightest, only slowing slightly, as if waiting for the Hero to follow along.
Seconds later, the Hero exhaled lightly.
“…You’re right, and I suppose I wouldn’t win against you either.”
She relaxed her fists, the radiance receded, and her hair returned to ink black.
Though she sensed the Pope’s life was like a flickering candle in the wind, the Hero dared not underestimate this old man. If truly confronting him openly, not to ntion the chaos it would incite afterward, even at this distance, the Hero had no confidence of killing him instantly.
Once caught in a prolonged fight, she might be mistaken as an assailant aiming for the Pope and even killed on the spot… though that was indeed the case.
Her brother’s warning still lingered in her ears, and even though the shackles from the deep sea had vanished within her, now was not the ti to reincarnate into anything else.
Moreover, at present, the Pope’s consciousness seed clear, showing no malice, and his exhibited status didn’t seem as poor as she felt… Clearly, it wouldn’t be surprising if he died at any mont.
Could she be mistaken?
As an inexperienced Healer, the Hero also began to doubt her judgnt.
“Also, sorry, earlier I didn’t an to imply you were a Goblin, but the sll was really similar.” She said softly.
“That truly hurts an old man’s feelings, but no need to apologize, your senses are not wrong.”
The old Pope chuckled, not angry.
“In fact, I have been waiting for soone to confide in. I will tell you everything, just a little longer.”
In the form of an Elental Spirit, the Gleaming Scale Serpent floating beside the Hero’s face also transford back into humanoid form.
He stepped forward, subtly shielding the Queen without obstructing the Hero’s view, his gaze towards the Pope full of shock and gravity.
If not for the Hero’s assertion just monts ago, even he, who knew the Deep Sea Demon, could not discern anything unusual about the Pope, even now remains unchanged.
No one would imagine that the Pope, who had long presided at the center of the Holy Sanctuary with such powerful strength and supre status in humankind’s society, had already been eroded to the point of being critically ill.
After temporarily setting aside his hostility, the Hero’s mind was a swirl of questions, but could only press them down for now, awaiting the old man’s answers.
“Almost there.”
The Pope spoke again, signaling them to continue forward.
Having been on alert against the other, the Hero hadn’t yet had the chance to scrutinize this Central Great Cathedral, a sacred place in countless hearts.
Upon the Pope’s reminder, she began to look around.
Along either side of the initial hallway beyond the entrance, tall stone pillars and shrines stood, offering different symbols of the Church—portraits of human sages and mini sculptures of other holy artifacts.
At the end of the corridor, there was no gate, only a ticulously and beautifully carved archway, with gentle dusky yellow radiance overflowing from within like flowing water, causing the Hero to unconsciously hold her breath.
One after the other, the two passed through the archway, and their view instantly opened up—
This was a sacred worship hall, with nurous long benches arranged orderly on both sides; the walls and do were paved with transparent crystal, directly connecting to the sky; sunlight constantly poured down from the sun’s direction, focused on the massive dusky yellow crystal pillar at the forefront.
The towering crystal column, like a giant tree, reached straight to the do, and at the very center of the crystal pillar was the Church’s supre holy artifact, the strongest and final weapon, also the tombstone of civilization—the Holy Sword of the End of the World.
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