As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The power far exceeds that of any high-level extraordinary person present, which is indeed terrifying.

But the Pope showed no fear.

Because this power had not yet touched him at all, it was forcibly sealed back by the restrictions in this space.

The so-called Goddess of Holy Light is nothing more than a pitiful bird in a cage, just like her angels.

Crystal's pupils condensed slightly, but they lacked the spirituality that a living being should have. It was more like following some instinct, shaking the body, wanting to get closer to the Pope in front of him.

"Holy Light."

The Pope clasped his hands and said a small prayer.

The ethereal holy light condensed a little, and a tiny ray of light was bestowed on the Pope. The goddess, like a slave receiving orders from her master, gradually calmed down, lowered her eyes again, and turned into a lifeless statue.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a Heavenly Saint, and I can't take on the responsibility of exercising your authority."

He spoke humbly but was actually sarcastic, yet there was a hint of fear in the Pope's expression.

No one knows better than the Pope how terrifying it is to be eroded by the power of the Goddess.

"Faith is the shackles that bind you, the whip that spurs you on, and the heavy responsibility you cannot shirk. I thank you for your trust, but I still have the mission of leading the church. I dare not and cannot die in your place. I cannot shoulder such a heavy responsibility."

The so-called Saint of Destiny is not a complete lie. Saving the world is not true, and the mission of the Saint of Destiny is naturally just a nice story.

It is precisely because he is incompetent that a scapegoat is needed.

A container that also inherited the bloodline of holy light, accepted the power of angels, and is capable of containing the power of the goddess.

For example, the first saint Angel.

For example, the contemporary saint Alice.

Thinking of Alice, the Pope's expression grew even darker.

"Simon, I've cultivated you for so many years, but you're nothing but a useless piece of shit."

"Leo, huh, I'm reluctant to use all my strength against my old friend. It's necessary to remind him of the collar around his neck again."

Having said that, the performance of the two did not surprise him, so he sent the [Son of Light] so that he could take action himself just in case.

But in the end, we still lost.

The root cause of the failure does not lie with the [Cherubim] and the [Sword Saint], nor even with Saint Alice herself.

The Pope's eyes shone like gold, and then turned into the void.

The extraordinary fluctuations condensed into shadows, weaving a complex starry sky.

【Eye of Divine Observation】, to see through the miracle of fate.

The vast majority of living beings in the world are just a tiny wisp in the endless night sky. They live a mediocre life but do not leave many traces.

A minority of people, however, carry a certain mission. Whether they bloom or die, they are destined to leave a strong mark on the world and influence the predetermined trajectory.

They appear particularly dazzling in the night sky.

For example, the Sage, who is on the verge of disappearing but still shines brightly and blazingly like a phoenix.

For example, the crimson, fiery, increasingly ferocious and chaotic red stars, the princess of the Lionheart Kingdom.

Another example is the saint.

The blazing white light shone quietly, emitting a holy halo that made the stars surrounding it lose their color, as if it were the center of the entire night sky.

All along, the trajectory of everyone's destiny has been clearly visible to the Pope.

There were only two people, vague, mysterious and unpredictable, who made him wary.

One of them was the demon king who swallowed up a large area of ​​the night sky and once dragged the world into the abyss.

But now, there is one more.

The stardust that clings closely to the blazing white morning star and emits invisible threads connecting all the stars is sometimes shining, sometimes dim, and even its color is blurred and difficult to determine.

It is also the biggest variable that can reverse the Saint's destiny.

Blood of the False King, Roy Ironblad.

Chapter 167 The Next Stage

The blood of the false king.

This bloodline can be traced back to the First Age, even before the establishment of the current potion system.

Legend has it that this bloodline has the power to change the fate of others, but in the history known to the Pope, few people have ever reached this level, whether they are heroes of the bloodline themselves or heroes who control fate.

Without the [Eye of Divine Observation], it is impossible to discern the direction of destiny.

Even the [Sage] and [Holy Nun] who have experienced countless years and have extensive knowledge, or Rowling, who is also the blood of the false king, find it difficult to do so.

Whether it was defeating the Demon King or encountering Angel to find the next Saint, he was the driving force behind it.

He always wins in the end.

Only this time, the game did not go as planned.

“It’s remarkable, but that’s all.”

A temporary victory cannot determine the final outcome.

Without the [Eye of Divine Vision], one has the power to change his destiny but is powerless to do so. He is like a mortal caught in a tsunami, clinging to the only lonely boat to seek temporary protection, but he does not know that under the influence of the ocean current, no matter how hard he resists, what awaits him is the abyss of no return.

The cause of the saint and the goddess has been planted. Even if it deviates from the original trajectory for a while, it will eventually bear fruit in the future.

"Blood of the False King, all you can do is delay the doomed future."

"No, even before that, you were already in danger."

The Pope looked further afield.

In the west of the continent, the stars were already agitated. Those stars that were closely connected with Roy were caught up in it, becoming part of the surging undercurrent.

The turbulent starry sky even made the Pope frown.

"That's stupid."

"Whether you intended to or not, from the moment you placed yourself in their fate, you were destined to face destruction with them."

A stone may block the rotation of the gears, but it will eventually be crushed. A lone boat may be able to move forward in the wind and waves temporarily, but it will eventually fall into the abyss.

The Pope withdrew his gaze, his eyes dimmed, and he no longer paid attention to the false king's bloodline.

He just had to wait and see.

Once the blood of the false king is completely swallowed up by the successive storms, this starry sky will return to normal.

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at the same time.

The man, leaning on his empty right eye and also gazing up at the starry sky of destiny, grinned with interest.

The surging undercurrents, the terrifying storms, the intricate and chaotic trajectory of the entire Western Continent, interwoven into a chaotic light and shadow, was an uncertain future that was enough to dread even the Pope, who possessed the power of the Holy Light Church and the Goddess.

But for the clown, it is the most exciting stage of destiny for him.

"You fat bastard, are you really going to lock yourself back into your shell again?"

"Well, the boring actor should just get out of here as soon as possible."

The sudden roar broke the clown's enjoyment of stargazing.

"You, what on earth are you..."

The clown, lying on the throne in a wanton posture, looked down.

The underworld of eternal silence has been occupied by chaos.

The undead army, composed of white bones, fell into a chaotic quagmire and was devoured by the tentacles and mouthparts that kept emerging from it.

Even the god they believed in, the pale god of death who seemed to be able to freeze life and symbolize death itself, now had a broken skeleton and knelt sadly before him, looking up at the funny clown in humiliation, occupying the throne that belonged to him.

"What? Are you cursing again?!"

The clown forced out an angry tone, but his face was full of joy.

Leaping up from the throne, the Joker stepped on the skull's head, trampling the god of death believed in by the [School of the Undead] under his feet.

The Grim Reaper groaned, but he could no longer muster more strength to resist.

“Dish.”

"After losing his followers, the legendary god would actually become so weak... Oh, sorry, we have to take into account the injuries you suffered in the First Era!"

After feigning concern, the clown increased his strength, grinning as he pressed down on His head: "But you're still a wimp after all!"

"Why, C'Thun will protect you..."

Humiliation and confusion burned in his empty eyes.

Then, the God of Death was stunned.

"The gods' plan? Could it be—"

"Ah, what a pity, I guessed wrong."

The clown crossed his arms, and then his eyes turned cold.

The chaotic darkness erupted without warning, piercing through the last remaining soul of the god of death in one blow.

The darkness, as if it had life, greedily devoured the corpse of the god of death, countless undead souls, and even this space itself.

In the gradually collapsing realm of silence, the Joker smiled coldly.

"Sorry, I'm the real deal."

Look up at the night sky again.

Leaping over those stars that are either shining or dim, the clown is also attracted by the most ethereal and unpredictable starlight.

Sometimes it is dark gold, sometimes blood red, sometimes azure blue, sometimes scarlet, sometimes deep black, and sometimes even disappears completely.

Like a satisfied audience, the clown clapped joyfully.

"As expected of you!"

"It would be so boring to let that fat pig get his way so easily! It would be a waste not to participate in such a big stage as the East Continent!"

The blazing white holy star deviated significantly from its original orbit and temporarily stabilized.

But in the west, more starlight began to surge, linger and entangle with each other. When all the threads converged in the past and extended to the starry sky, it became chaotic.

After the chaos, what the [Eye of Divine Vision] sees is endless nothingness.

Just as he expected.

"Thank you for dealing with those boring hypocrites."

"But don't worry, the next stages will get more and more interesting! You must perform well, okay?"

The Joker raised his finger.

The flowing starry sky seemed to dance because of his fiddling, like a toy being moved at will.

With a crisp snap of fingers, the ferocious evil star, emitting dazzling chaotic dark gold, collided closely with the surging crimson fire star.

Destiny cannot be easily changed.

The changes that ordinary people can make in their lifetime are extremely limited.

Like a certain Pope, who possesses enormous power and even divine power, he is unwilling to get too deeply involved and make more changes.

But if you have enough power, enough time, and spend enough effort, and plan layer by layer, what is the difference between that and changing fate with a single finger?

The silent space finally faded away, and in the abyss of nothingness, the painted face twisted slightly into a funny smile.

"Well, first of all, let's go back to your hometown and spend time with your old friends! Those big lizards must be impatient!"

At the bottom of the mountains, deep in the canyon.

The silent graves of thousands of dragons.

A golden eye with a surging black tide slowly opened.

The atmosphere boiled and thunder roared.