With a starting talent that's practically top-tier, even an old man can go against the heavens!

"My dear little deer, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. As Zhou Shuren said, failure is the mother of success, which means... well, besides, we shouldn't be hothouse flowers. How can we..."

"Okay, okay, Grandpa, I'm fine now, please stop talking... my head hurts..."

Seeing that Chen Beixuan was about to launch into a long-winded speech, Xiao Lu quickly interrupted him, then covered her ears and shook her head frantically.

"Hey, you silly child, I was just about to get to the important part..."

Chen Beixuan felt a bit uncomfortable; all the words and phrases he had learned were stuck in his throat, unable to come up or go down.

At this moment, people from all sides gathered in the City of Glory.

Lu Ziming, Daddy, Night Owl, and Bones were all present.

The group sat in the tavern chatting and gossiping, waiting for the final quarterfinal match.

"Sir, can't we really change our team name? Adding another character makes it look weird..."

Lu Ziming muttered tentatively, glancing at Chen Beixuan to observe his expression.

Chen Beixuan, his face dark, summoned his magic wand to strike the man's head, but the latter dodged it.

"You talk too much, as long as you get the reward, your name doesn't matter."

"Hehe, I was just asking..." Lu Ziming said with a grin.

“Hehehehehehe…”

Suddenly, a chilling laugh came from beside me!

Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the owl that was making the sound.

He was staring blankly into the air, grinning foolishly, pointing his finger around as if he were chatting with someone.

Noticing the silence around him, the owl snapped out of his daze.

He was momentarily stunned to find that everyone was staring at him.

"...Why are you all looking at me like that...?"

He touched his cheek and asked in confusion.

"...Is there something on my face?"

Chen Beixuan looked up and down, scrutinizing him.

"Tell me, who were you chatting with? You were laughing so happily."

"Oh, you mean this? I had no idea what it was."

Night Owl breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then smiled and explained to them.

"Four of the other seven teams are from our military, from different military regions. They were just begging us to go easy on them in the group chat."

"Several old rivals, rarely bowing their heads, couldn't help but burst out laughing, hahaha." Night Owl laughed heartily.

The thought of those team leaders begging him to let them pass the water made him feel all comfortable.

This is what you call fate!

Who told Old Man Chen to be in their northern district!

"Um... Old Chen, if we get matched with other military regions later, just go all out and kill them all, don't give me any face!"

"They begged you to go easy on them, but you're being too heartless..." Lu Ziming asked, puzzled.

Night Owl waved his hand and said seriously, "Actually, everyone was just joking. Real combat is the only standard for testing combat effectiveness. Results obtained by holding back will inevitably make people vain and even dependent."

"Only by discovering problems can we solve them; that's how you become stronger through trials!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Beixuan immediately gave a thumbs up, then turned to look at Xiao Lu and said.

"Little deer, did you hear that? That's what I meant before: only through repeated tempering can one become steel."

Little Deer: "......"

Seeing the little deer's utterly dejected face, everyone burst into laughter.

......

The City of Light, the headquarters of the Church of Light.

After several hours of treatment and rest, Lydia's mental state improved considerably.

The old pope held a bowl of porridge, scooped out a spoonful, and fed it to him.

"Here, be careful, it's hot."

"Dad, I'm not a child anymore."

Lydia was speechless. She was, after all, a pope-level figure who could take a hot bath in lava. Would she be afraid of a bowl of porridge?

Dad's concern is making him lose his temper...

"Forget about adults and children for now, let's have something to drink first."

The spoon was not put down, but continued to wait for her to open her mouth.

Looking at the old pope's gray hair and beard, Lydia sighed almost imperceptibly, then opened her mouth and took a spoonful.

"Ouch...it's so salty..."

"Dad, did you kill the salt seller?"

Lydia quickly spat twice, feeling her throat go dry.

Is it really that bad?

The old pope muttered to himself, then scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth...

"Ugh...cough cough cough!"

"I guess I'm just not cut out for cooking..."

The mask of pain was put on his face, and he quickly took the bowl away and put it aside.

Lydia was amused by this scene, and her mood improved considerably.

But then, as if he had thought of something, he slowly put away his smile and said with a worried expression.

"The divine realm will definitely not let this go, Father, you must be careful..."

"Don't worry..."

Bang!

Before the old pope could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang!

The resurrected Sandro stepped in, glanced around the room, and then fixed his gaze on the old Pope.

He said with displeasure, "Come out immediately! First Divine Envoy, Lord Pasil, has something to ask you!"

"The First Divine Envoy?!"

The father and daughter's expressions changed.

That's a legendary figure, older than the old Pope.

The only way they know about it is from history books!

This has actually alarmed this important figure!

"What are you staring at? Don't make me say it a second time!" Sang Zhuo's tone became more forceful.

She didn't rush to ask why the old pope was unharmed while she and Lillian were killed.

Since Lord Parsier has already learned of the entire incident, he will inquire about it later.

"call..."

The old pope took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He then told Lydia, "You get some rest, I'm going with them."

After saying that, he followed Sang Zhuo out of the room.

Above the Church of Light in the sky.

The five supreme divine envoys were scattered and suspended, their golden holy light almost filling the sky, dazzlingly bright!

Ninety-nine percent of the residents of the City of Light are believers.

This is what I saw at that moment.

For them, it was no less than a divine intervention; they raised their arms in celebration, clasped their hands in prayer, and gave thanks for God's divine intervention.

Pasir's golden pupils darted around as his gaze swept across the crowd, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"A bunch of stupid people..."

"Sir, the people are here."

Sandra flew to him with the old Pope and bowed.

The old pope bowed his head respectfully in greeting.

"The 63rd Pope of the Church of Light respectfully welcomes His Excellency the Divine Envoy."

"Why did you betray the God of Light?"

Pasir's words were startling; a single sentence sent a chill down the spine of the old pope.

He dared not look the other person in the eye and tried his best to control his tone.

"You jest, sir. As the Pope, how could I possibly betray the God of Light..."

"you are lying."

Pasir lowered his eyes, almost squinting them into a line.

Clang!

Upon hearing this, the five divine messengers beside him simultaneously drew their swords and brought them down to the old pope's neck.

The old pope was deeply shaken, but outwardly showed bewilderment.

"I...don't understand what you mean..."

Persil looked down at him, then uttered another startling statement.

"You colluded with the Chaos Mage, causing the deaths of two divine messengers who returned to the realm of the gods, all for your daughter Lydia, am I... right?"

The old Pope: "!!!"

......