The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 283 - 208: An Su’s Final Grand Scheme (2-in-1)

The crimson sun kissed the desolate plains, and the chilly evening breeze blew across the wasteland, carrying with it an icy chill that made one shiver down below.

Today’s sufferings could not be healed by His Excellency Lada, not even if he spent a lifeti trying.

He deeply understood the sayings left behind by the sages who knew pain—there is not a single good man under the sky.

But fortunately, Bishop Rada was no longer a man.

Bishop Rada could only feel annoyed, blaming his trust in rlin. Find adventures on .Côm

As a prelate of the Painful Esoteric Sect, he was familiar with so unique thods of inflicting pain. Thinking that rlin’s sudden throwing of the Holy Spear was so sort of foreplay, he trusted rlin too much, missing the last mont to avoid judgnt.

In a way, Lister and Arthur played a significant assistant role—under their suggestion, Bishop Rada only wore a single piece of cloth, without any magic equipnt. The two were well-intentioned, but they ssed things up.

His tools of the trade had been confiscated.

Like burnt-out ashes, devoid of any temperature, devoid of passion.

His heart had died.

Everything was a trap, a deception.

He should not have trusted rlin.

The cold wind blew against his naked body.

The diaper had long been shredded into halves, and the pure white fabric, like his once pure heart, fluttered away in the quivering cold wind, whispering rustlingly.

The broken diaper failed to defend his last stronghold, the entire world seed muted, the wind rustled as the whole world listened to the sound of his diaper tearing apart.

This pain, no one can understand, no one can comprehend.

The position of the Bishop of Pain should have been rlin’s.

Gazing at Bishop Rada, kneeling on the ground, An Su felt sympathy for this bishop’s ordeal.

All because of that damned rlin,

Deceiving people’s feelings,

Why harm others if there is no love, especially after luring soone out, truly embarrassing. An Su, as a warrior of pure love, condemned this evil act with severity. This old man was so unrespectable, he should have been replaced by An Su himself as a leader long ago.

But while he thought so internally, he couldn’t say these words aloud, lest rlin took offense and used the sa magic against him... An Su shuddered at the thought.

Only soone as treacherous as rlin could devise such sinister birth magic; no wonder the bishops of the Church had banished him to Heaven to be a gatekeeper.

They mustn’t allow him to descend and endanger the mortal realm!

An Su’s understanding of rlin’s capacities and his magic below grew anew.

The basic principle of magic, An Su had plagiarized before, so he could understand it.

Divine-level magic is so nad because it has multiple magic power branches, enabling several magic effects.

Setting the soul as the judgnt criteria and judging the caster with the Holy Light is the first magic circuit of rlin’s magic, which focuses the Judgnt Light on the brain area, the highest magic-resistance part of the body, making it extrely difficult to cast.

This move is very effective against cultists with a significant rank disparity, with a one-strike-clear effect, but it is not enough against demigods of the sa level.

It is a pure rank comparison—the weak lose their heads.

It is a potent appraisal skill.

Therefore, rlin designed the second magic circuit.

Moving the concentration of Holy Light downward,

From the big head to the little one.

Since the magic resistance of the latter is naturally lower, the conditions for the judgnt are also more lenient.

It becos, "those not as long as rlin will lose the little head," severing all desires and thoughts along with it.

Thus is the second effect of rlin’s Judgnt Light, the appraisal skill for n.

rlin Andre was a devoted researcher of magic below, and after years of study, he concluded that the little head was also a rare branch of the brain.

If the creator of the original Judgnt Light could see their magic transford by their descendants in such a way while in Heaven, they would undoubtedly be very comforted...

An Su mused inwardly, appreciating the creative genius of rlin’s magic, while pondering when he too could plagiarize it and bring it back ho.

He had yet to figure out the second magic circuit for his version of Judgnt Light—as the predecessors had set the bar so high, An Su, the latter wave, could not fall behind.

As An Su was contemplating plagiarism, there was new movent on the battlefield.

Bishop Rada revealed a smile of acceptance; tears filled his eyes, but a smile graced his lips, growing louder and more carefree, echoing throughout the entire stellar field. He was free from worries and had been cut off from his obsessions.

At that mont, he felt that all the pleasures and anings of the world were gone, and that all phenona were but dreams and illusions; like the shredded diaper scattered in the night, no matter how pure and beautiful it once was, it would ultimately return to dust, dissipating into the eternal cosmos.

No matter how absorbent the diaper is, it cannot dry my tears—Bishop Rada felt like a lancholic poet, his cultural level greatly increased after seeing through the red dust of the world, with these beautiful verses coming effortlessly.

Bishop Rada’s ntal state, under the continuous torture of the grand birth magic and the lesser birth magic, had reached an excellent level of spiritual enlightennt.

Moreover, the magic that rlin cast was authentically divine-level, its effects far surpassing the experience of An Su’s trial card magic. It had caused irreparable damage to Bishop Rada’s soul, beyond any hope of repair.