Ember Skywalker

Chapter 165: The future pope! The new air cavalry has nothing to worry about!

"In a sense, yes, but he can't come out and can only sleep in the form of a soul."

"Why did he do that?"

“The establishment of the Tower of God requires a powerful founding soul, and for this the first pope sacrificed himself.

Sometimes, becoming pope means not only supreme power, but also giving up everything: flesh, blood, soul and faith."

Figueroa's throat moved and he whispered, "Your Majesty, are you the same?"

"I am no exception. This is the fate of every generation of popes. Getting close to it and integrating into it is our ultimate destination."

"why?"

Figueroa didn’t understand.

In his view, the Pope performs favors on behalf of the Creator and is worshipped by hundreds of millions of believers, but in the end his flesh and blood and his soul will not be able to rest in peace.

"We can't say yet."

The Pope shook his head.

"In the future, when you take over the Eye of Order and pass the test of the gods' will to become the Pope, I will tell you everything before the sacrifice."

"Me? Become Pope?" Figueroa was shocked.

“You grew up in a church school and possess the purest faith and extraordinary wisdom.

Now, you have been recognized by the Staff of the Law, and you are naturally the next Pope.

Why, you don't want to?"

"I just never thought about these things. Besides, Archbishop Rostier is the candidate that everyone wants, right?"

"He is just my shadow on the stage."

The Pope's voice was erratic.

"Two years ago, when I discovered that you could activate the Staff of Law, I decided to do this. It will block many hidden attacks for you."

"I understand."

Figueroa felt uneasy when he thought of the strange look the archbishop had given him.

The Pope approached the Heart of God, looked at it with complicated eyes, and said:
“See the cracks on this?”

Figueroa looked carefully and found that there were indeed several cracks on the Heart of God.

"Julius did it."

The Pope said with regret.

"Back then, he wanted to destroy the Heart of God, but he underestimated its power, which led to his failure. Otherwise, the foundation of our Holy See would have been cut off."

"Damn you degenerate!" Figueroa was furious.

"Alas, the harm that person brought to us back then was really too great."

"Your Majesty, can it be repaired?"

"Yes, but it is difficult. Repairing it requires the blood of an ancient golden dragon or a dragon of the same level, and the help of the power of the Staff of Law."

"Staff?"

Figueroa wondered.

"Yes, the Staff contains the power of the Anchor of Destiny, which is a very magical power.

However, the Staff of Law needs to be in its complete state, and you can't help me now."

"I understand."

Figueroa nodded.

"I will repair it as soon as possible. I wonder how the ancient golden dragon blood is doing?"

"The ancient golden dragon has long been extinct."

The Pope shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The only dragon that can rival it now is the Chaos Dragon Lord, but that guy possesses the power of Apocalypse and lives in the Dragon Realm, so I can't do anything to him."

"Can't we lure him out?"

"I have ordered the Hidden Judge to try this, but the guy never fell for it."

"Not fooled?"

Figueroa thought about it, and then the corners of his mouth curved up.

"Maybe our bait isn't big enough. What if I find the Book of Evil and put it in front of him?"

The old Pope's eyes lit up.

"You certainly didn't disappoint me."

He smiled with relief.

"Now that you know all the secrets of the Church, the future of the Holy See depends on you."

"I understand, Your Majesty."

That day, Doyle took Raven to check his results.

Arriving at the underground space, Raven's eyes suddenly widened.

In the vast space, there were newborn silver eagles everywhere, fluttering and chirping and chasing each other.

Raven estimated that there were at least hundreds of little guys here.

"Uncle Doyle, it's only been two months, how did you get so many little silver eagles?"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. This is my specialty.

But it will take a long time for these little guys to grow up, at least four years in my estimation."

"Four years is a bit long."

Raven shook his head. He couldn't wait that long. "Uncle, come with me."

Raven took Doyle to the deepest area, where the Dark Marrow Pool was.

"Sir, why did you bring me here?"

Doyle asked curiously. There was only a dark pool here.

Raven smiled and said, "Didn't you say that it takes four years for a little silver eagle to grow up? With them, this time can be shortened to three months."

"What? Three months!" Doyle was shocked. "Sir, are you kidding me?"

"You wouldn't think so if you knew this."

Raven laughed.

"This thing is called Dark Marrow."

"Dark Marrow!"

Doyle couldn't believe his ears.

He'd heard of this stuff.

It can be said that for those who make a living by raising animals, the dark marrow is simply a supreme sacred object.

But he never had the chance to see it.

"My Lord, is this all the pond?"

"good."

Doyle felt like he was going crazy. Looking at the pool of water, he seemed to see countless Andrews rushing towards him.

"If I give you this thing, how many adult flying cavalrymen can you train for me within a year?"

Doyle did the math.

“If you follow the three-month adult cycle, then in three months you will have a hundred adult silver eagles.

Considering that they can mate with each other and lay three to five eggs each time, you will probably have about four hundred in a year."

In addition, the current silver falcons can still reproduce, so the final number should be around one thousand."

Holy shit, one thousand! Raven felt dizzy, this number was too much.

Not to mention that he doesn't have so many air cavalry, even if he did, where would he get so much equipment?
Understand that each piece of equipment is expensive.

“Sir, you seem unhappy, is it because I didn’t cultivate you enough?

Or I should try harder and let them reproduce to fifteen hundred.

It’s just that they’ll be a little tired.”

Raven was so scared that he quickly waved his hands: "No, no, one thousand is already very good."

On the way back, Raven met the executioner.

He took advantage of Raven's unpreparedness and launched a sudden attack, but Raven was no longer the same person he used to be. After a fierce battle, the executioner was wounded and escaped, and he was only slightly injured.

Thanks to the healing power of dragon blood, his injuries healed after returning to the mansion.

Then Huey told him that someone was looking for him.

In the hall, he saw the visitor, who turned out to be an acquaintance.

He knows the other person, but the other person doesn't know him.

During the entrance test, there were seven masters floating in the air, including Christine. This person was one of them, and his name seemed to be Cook.

"Master." Raven greeted quickly.

Cook looked him up and down and said in surprise:
"You are quite good. I never thought you could advance to the Honorary Rank after leaving the White Tower. It seems that Feiye's worries are unnecessary."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. What brings you here?"

"Here, this is what Feito asked me to give you."

He dumped out a pile of material.

A warm feeling rose in Raven's heart:
"Master, is the teacher okay?"

"Feyer has been getting a lot more irritable lately, and the kids who cooperated with his experiments are in big trouble."

Raven wanted to laugh but held it back, as he had the most experience with this.

"Oh, I remember that Lentini doesn't have a city wall." Cook was surprised. "I almost thought I was in the wrong place."

“I built it after I arrived.”

"You? How is that possible?

If I'm not mistaken, the outer wall seems to be cast with starlight iron. Where did you get so much starlight iron?" Cook asked, suppressing his shock.

He was already being very tactful, the only thing missing was just saying I don't believe it.

Raven explained the whole thing, causing Cook to exclaim in amazement again.

"We all thought you were useless once you left the White Tower, but we didn't expect you to achieve such success. I'm sure Feyre must be very pleased."

"I really want to go back and see my teacher, but I can't set foot in the White Tower."

Cook sighed and said, "I have heard about that incident as well. Under the circumstances at that time, the White Tower was powerless to do anything. I hope you won't resent us."

"No, I am very grateful to the White Tower. If the White Tower needs you one day, I will do my best to help you."

"That's good. To be honest, I now feel that Goethe's original choice might have been wrong.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, Faye asked me to ask you something."

"please say."

Recently, Wei Na City has produced many bad shots one after another. Are they from your hand? "

(End of this chapter)