Unspeakable bubbles

Ophelia was initially confused, but after realizing what was happening, her face instantly drained of color.

She stared blankly at the maid in front of her, and fear slowly crept into her eyes.

"Oh, you finally understand? But you're so slow to react... It seems you're a more selfish person than I thought."

"To shut up"

"Look, now that you have power, you've done exactly the same thing as me. We're the same kind of people."

"Shut up!"

"Haha, Ophelia, who's always so aloof and cold to us, is full of disdain."

“Once you’re free from constraints, won’t you be even more outrageous than us?”

"Shut up!!!"

"Whether you admit it or not, it doesn't matter."

“You are never who you imagine yourself to be. You are filthy and ugly, but that’s okay. The church will accept you.”

"Because, everyone is like that except for the savior."

"Shut him up!"

.......................................................................

After giving the orders to the two maids, Ophelia knelt down, trembling all over.

Gavin's few words shattered the belief that had sustained her all the way. Ophelia was horrified to discover that her actions after breaking free of her constraints were exactly the same as those of the person she hated the most!

Just as Ophelia wavered, the primordial texts dormant deep within her soul began to merge anew.

The fluffy ball also sensed something was wrong with Ophelia. It stared at the girl, it was itching to do something!

Am I really the kind of person I hate the most?

"Why did I do this to them without hesitation before? I should know the pain they were going through better than anyone else."

"I've always disagreed with Gavin, so could it be that he's right?"

Gavin had already been torn to pieces by the two maids. The puppet he had chosen was only for relaying messages and had no combat power whatsoever.

Well, if there's anything special about him, it's that his head is exceptionally hard.

"He's far inferior to a true peerless expert; his beliefs were shaken by just a few words."

Gavin kept slamming his head to the ground as the two maids repeatedly slammed it, saying, "Sigh, how can you become a cult leader and lead the secret society like this?"

"Your father is a hands-off father, so surely I won't have to worry about all the big and small things for you in the future?"

"In this way, the leader of the Apocalypse Secret Sect will truly become a figurehead."

"..."

"Hmm, thinking about it carefully, once we welcome back the savior, won't the cult leader just be a figurehead?"

"I see, how wonderful."

"Just being a mascot is enough, Ophelia. Your life is so easy, what are you still worrying about..."

"puff"

The maid finally smashed Gavin's head.

"Miss!"

They ran to Ophelia, pacing anxiously in circles.

"I, I'm not a mascot! Why should I be a mascot?!"

Ophelia gritted her teeth and said, "Perhaps, perhaps I am indeed worthless, but how much better can that so-called savior be?!"

"Humans are all filthy, and she's no exception!"

A sneer came from the depths of Ophelia's soul, and the original text, which had been halfway fused, suddenly stopped.

Section 634, Chapter 633: The Archbishops

The original could have taken advantage of Ophelia's wavering heart to completely merge with her, but at the crucial moment it stopped after letting out a sneer.

Ophelia felt no relief; a deep sense of shame welled up inside her.

Why are you laughing? Are you looking down on me?

I kept asking myself the question, but the original text didn't give me a single response.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"That furry ball's eyes were really strange just now, Miss, you'd better throw it away quickly!"

"Squeak!"

The fluffy ball immediately barked, seemingly agreeing with the maids' suggestion.

Ophelia didn't speak. She stared blankly at the maids who were concerned about her, then suddenly bowed her head to them: "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, Miss?"

The two looked at Ophelia in surprise, and just as they were about to say something, they felt dizzy and fell to the ground together.

"Squeak squeak!"

Seeing that the two had regained their freedom, Maoqiu was extremely envious.

“They are human beings, I shouldn’t treat them like this.”

“But you are different; you are just a Chaos Lord.”

"Squeak?"

"Racism? Haha, where did you learn that word?"

Ophelia patted the furball and said calmly, "Give up. Now come with me to find that guy."

"Gavin is too slippery, let's let him off the hook for now."

"Squeak!"

The little furball looked at Ophelia with disdain through its two small eyes, thinking that this human was really too arrogant.

The Apocalyptic Tantric sect is so powerful that it can lock itself in a cage for over a decade. Archbishop Gavin, you think you can just kill him like that? Who knows who will let whom go today?

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ophelia placed the fluff ball in both hands and rubbed it vigorously.

"Is this some kind of morale-destroying tactic?"

"It's just a little furball."

Rubbing and rubbing...

Having released the excess pressure from the poor furball, Ophelia strode toward the secret chamber.

"Squeak!"

"Hmm? I'm not going to commit suicide. Apart from being mentally abnormal to the point of receiving 'revelation' from time to time, that guy is nothing special."

"squeak?"

"Is it strange that the strongest person isn't the leader?"

"Squeak?"

"Hmph, although he is nominally the supreme leader, those people are not in their right minds. They might be waiting for me to kill him."

"Gavin wasn't just putting on a brave face; he genuinely thought so."

"Come to think of it, I've never asked you this before."

Ophelia's tone was inexplicably complicated: "Do you know about the so-called 'savior' of the esoteric religion? Chaos occasionally gives one or two prophecies about her. Could she also be a Chaos Lord...? Hmm? Could she be a Grand Lord?"

"Squeak~"

"What? You seem to be of a high rank, yet you know nothing."

"Squeak!"

Soon, Ophelia arrived at the entrance to the secret chamber.

Pushing open the door, Ophelia casually stepped over the sketches on the floor and walked in, saying indifferently, "You really didn't leave."

"..." The mad painter stared at the canvas, motionless.

"It's hard to imagine that the leader of Tantric Buddhism isn't some ambitious and evil figure, but a mad painter like you."

Ophelia looked at the man with cold eyes, as if she were looking at a stranger.

"I originally wanted to question you about why you ignored me and hear your repentance before you died, but when I actually stood in front of you, I suddenly lost interest."

"You are nothing but an empty shell."

“Others in Tantric Buddhism still have faith, but you? I suspect you are not even loyal to the Messiah.”

"Your soul has long been swallowed by chaos, leaving behind nothing but a pile of dregs in the world."

"Scum, die!"

Just as Ophelia was about to make her move, Gavin's only emergency measure for his old friend was activated in time.

Among the drawings piled on the ground, there was one that was not a portrait of the savior.

The lifelike black tiger's eyes moved, and after letting out a roar, wings sprouted from its back.

With its wings flapping, the Chaos Lord charged out of the painting with overwhelming force.

"A decent means of transportation."

Ophelia smiled with satisfaction, and her Soul Eye instantly delivered a heavy blow to the Twin-Winged Tiger.

"Roar!"

The two-winged tiger roared at Ophelia with a fierce glint in its eyes, and warily stood in front of the man.