Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 340 The Worldview of Immortals

The battle was over before it even began.

When the cloaked wooden figure sprouted wings of light and flew into the sky, and when Pope Habissa II lost his wings and fell to the ground, it was all over.

Even without the wooden figure waving its hand, Habisa II was already overwhelmed by the people around him—they were afraid when His Holiness the Pope was flying in mid-air, but now that His Holiness the Pope had landed on the ground, there was nothing to fear.

There shouldn't be anything to be afraid of, especially after someone punched him and His Holiness the Pope didn't react much.

As a result, His Holiness the Pope, who was once high and mighty, was punched and kicked on the spot.

His mercury-like body was covered in filth, marked by countless footprints. He, who had once been high above, had been slammed into the ground by angry people and trampled underfoot thousands of times. Even in this state, he still had the ability to fight back. Even without his light-forged wings, he still possessed the skill to take on a hundred or even a thousand men.

But even after the angry mob had exhausted themselves beating him, Habisa II, who was lying on the ground, was still unable to recover.

He couldn't understand it, and he couldn't accept it. His mind had completely shut down due to the excessive shock—he didn't know why everything had turned out this way, even though he was the one who had given everything for the earth.

He has already given everything for the earth, so why should the earth, the sky, and all things in the world abandon him?

If he were simply abandoned, he could accept it. After all, there's always a second pope, and there's always a first. Even if he can still do it now, there will come a day when he can no longer do it, decades or centuries from now. And when that time comes, it's only natural for the earth to choose a new successor to better serve itself, all things in the world, and the planet itself.

But no matter what, it can't be now.

In any case, it can't be that damned stake.

"Why? Why is all this happening?"

Even after being imprisoned in the dungeon, Habisa II continued to mutter to himself.

Despite committing such a heinous crime, he was not executed on the spot, simply because the wooden figure was also immersed in shock—faced with the sudden power, the Seed of Creation was stunned and speechless for a long time, and as for Habisa II, who was trampled into the ground, it didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

To be honest, it didn't even remember the Pope's name.

After all, in its eyes, tiny humanoid creatures are all short-lived species, and since they are short-lived species, they are not worth mentioning.

More often than not, it tends to follow its father's example and classify humanoid beings directly according to race.

"So... these Tahlis people are clearly descendants of the Tatunbto people from back then, but why is it that they use the same power at the level of consciousness in different ways?"

Even late into the night, the Seed of Creation was still questioning the little snake on its shoulder.

“Father, tell me more stories about the Ignis people. I always feel like I can get some inspiration from them.”

"Speaking of the Ignis...shall I begin with the Lightbringers?"

The little snake on the wooden figure's shoulder paused for a moment before remembering the point where the story had ended during the last retelling.

"That was a long time ago, and he was the first person who could understand what I was saying..."

The Seed of Creation quickly immersed itself in learning; these ancient stories were something that broadened its horizons.

As for the Pope...

Who is that?
However, it was this neglect from the immortal beings that gave Habisa II a chance to come to his senses—while the Creator Seed was still trying to understand more of the ancient wisdom, Habisa II had already woken up first.

However, the facts proved that the neglect of the Seed of Creation was not without reason, because after losing those Lightforged Wings, Habisa II's power was indeed reduced far too much. He was once so powerful that he could move mountains and overturn seas, and could make the earth tremble with just a wave of his hand, but now, having lost that power, he has finally returned to his exhausted state.

Even a small prison could keep him locked up inside, preventing him from going anywhere.

“Even those priests betrayed me…”

Habisa II, regaining his senses, gritted his teeth.

It's not something those rioters could have done by putting him in jail alone; the priests must have been involved. Even those priests who should have been loyal to him, the Pope, have sided with that damned stake.

"Who else is still loyal to me?"

Habisa II did not know.

Perhaps those yellow-robed priests in the next cell are still loyal to him, otherwise they wouldn't have been imprisoned—but now that they're already locked up, they naturally can't do anything.

If Habisa II wanted to get out, he had to come up with another way.

For example, some of them are last resorts.

"Perhaps, this is the only way."

With that thought in mind, Habisa II tore off a piece of his outer robe and began to write on it.

If you're willing to help me escape this predicament, I can help you resurrect the Four Gods.

After writing the sentence, Habisa II thought for a moment and, seemingly feeling it wasn't enough, added another sentence.

If you can help me get out of this predicament, I will tell you about the Shadow of the Phantom.

With a whistle from Habisa II, a carrier pigeon flew in from afar and landed outside the prison window.

This caused Habisa II's expression to shift between light and dark.

Perhaps he should be happy, since the appearance of the carrier pigeons means that the surveillance on him is not so tight—but the loose surveillance also means that his mortal enemy, that damned wooden stake, never took him seriously from the beginning.

The feeling of being ignored by his mortal enemy was more unbearable than death itself. Habisa II would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.

"It will happen again, it will... You will pay the price for your negligence."

As the carrier pigeon flew far away, Habisa II clenched his fist.

That very night, a wolf-headed swordsman carrying a greatsword blasted open the outer wall of the prison with a single strike.

Habisa II and his followers have also disappeared without a trace.

"How could he have disappeared without a trace?"

Listening to the news reported by the priests, Seed of Creation, who was immersed in learning, casually waved to them.

“I have clones in every village, and twelve wooden figures are chasing after him. Where can he run to?”

(End of this chapter)