The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Under the integration of the Pope, the entire South Posa Continent has formed a complete system, just like a machine with precision gears and seamless fit, running rapidly and becoming stronger.

However, because of his excessive militarism, the Pope also has a long-standing title among the people.

"tyrant".

At first, the Pope did not have any opinion on this because she did not care, after all, even she called herself a tyrant.

She had already made up her mind.

She will take on some of the charges and bear all the crimes, as long as the cult prospers more.

It doesn't matter...

?

The Demonic Church will continue to prosper.

As she sat in the Demon God's Palace, reviewing memorials, and received a shocking message from her own guard, everything inevitably went in another direction.

Her master died.

208. Pope (V)

Wen Youqing didn't know what happened between the Pope and her master.

In my memories, the Pope always had a frown on her face, thinking about how to improve the country's strength and how to deal with the war. She seemed to never be happy, and the smile on her lips was just a disguise, and she would never reveal her true feelings.

No.

wrong.

Wen Youqing shook his head.

The Pope did laugh.

On that night, the young man in white, who looked exactly like his master, brought warm chicken soup to the Pope, who sipped it in front of the candlelight. His eyebrows were curved and his smile was innocent, which could not be faked.

That was the only time in Wen Youqing's life that she met her master, even though she had met the Pope.

All memories from then on were broken fragments, either on the high platform of the Vatican, or in the territory filled with yellow sand - the female pope still had a lot of things to do, she was always busy, but she didn't know why she was busy.

But Wen Youqing guessed.

She did it for a promise.

It is now the dead of winter.

The biting cold wind blew violently in the holy city. Originally, there would be no snow in Nanposo Continent, but years of war have made the spiritual energy of the entire continent extremely chaotic, and the winters have become increasingly cold in recent years.

Until this winter, snow began to fall in South Posa Island, the continent with the highest temperature.

The holy city was also shrouded in snow.

The bright red plum blossoms fell into the dust, and the warm winter sun fell into the room.

There was silence in the courtyard, but the cry of the bluebird was so deafening at this moment.

Pushing open the wooden door, what appeared before one's eyes was a pure white ribbon, blending in with the snow.

The door was torn open under the old plaque, and white silk was opened around it, hanging all over the room.

There were no extra people in the courtyard except the Pope, who was kneeling in front of the neat coffin. His face was pale, but he was still standing firm. However, he did not show any majesty or superiority of the Pope.

She didn't say anything, but pursed her lips, her eyes were indifferent and cloudy, with no focus.

She felt bad.

Wen Youqing knew it.

Because she also missed the person and felt very uncomfortable.

Her master in her previous life also died on a winter day. She arrived too late and did not see her master for the last time.

The man in white in the portrait in front of the Pope is no longer the handsome young man. Forty years have passed, and he has become an old man with white hair, lying quietly in the coffin.

His expression was calm and indifferent, and he simply would not respond to any reply.

Death is actually a very simple thing.

What we embrace is not fear, but eternal darkness and liberation. Human life is finite, and this is an inescapable law of nature.

just.

The Pope just didn't expect this day to come so early.

She has been looking down on the world from above for too long. She is the chess player on the continent and feels that all things in the world are just chess pieces. Black or white chess pieces, where they are placed, everything is predetermined.

She wants to complete her great cause, lead the Demon Cult onto a glorious path, and leave her name in the history books. It doesn't matter whether she has a good reputation or a bad reputation, as time will answer all the questions of right and wrong.

But she forgot that the chess pieces also have their own lives.

Chess pieces can cry, laugh, grow old, and die.

Not to mention that the Pope’s master is just a mortal.

He is just an extremely rare "mortal" with no cultivation in Nanposo Continent, a place rich in spiritual energy.

The life span of mortals is just sixty years, a mere twenty thousand days.

At this moment, Wen Youqing couldn't see the Pope's face clearly. She could only feel that "her" heart was blocked by something and was beating fast.

She wanted to cry, but the mask she had worn in the Vatican for many years had made her forget her original appearance. At this moment, she could not take off the mask of the Pope and could not shed a single tear.

Because the Pope is the faith of the entire cult, and in the faith of the people, the Pope will not shed tears.

So the girl forgot how to cry.

The knuckles of her fingers turned slightly white as she supported her body on the coffin. The red robe that originally symbolized her status was so eye-catching in the white snow, so eye-catching that the Pope only felt heavy.

The pressure made it impossible for her to breathe.

The Pope was not angry. She just looked at the old man with his eyes closed in front of her with longing, and slowly walked to his side.

Lean down.

There was a hint of warmth on his slightly cold lips - they were the Pope's lips.

"Tick."

A tear fell and landed on the old man's tightly closed cheek, slid down his cheek, carrying the woman's warmth, and disappeared into the cold air without blinking.

The Pope was stunned.

He touched the corner of his eye.

It is moist.

She had obviously forgotten how to cry, so why couldn't she hold back her tears?

The Pope, who understood many truths and had a lot of knowledge, did not understand at this moment.

She just deepened the kiss.

And swore an oath.

"Master, I want to see you again in my next life. When that time comes, can you hug me?"

Her voice was soft.

But Wen Youqing could hear it.

Because this is what "she" said herself.

A wave of sadness surged in Wen Youqing's heart - she didn't understand why she should be sad for other people's sadness, she was not a person with strong empathy.

Until she saw the name on the spirit tablet in the Pope's peripheral vision.

Stunned.

Because she didn't expect that the Pope's master not only looked exactly like her own master, but also had the same name...

It is called the Sutra.

......

.......

Since the death of his master, the Pope seems to have become a different person.

This is the common understanding of every minister.

Even the Speaker, who once led the army to defeat the vassal kings, could clearly feel the changes in the Pope.

In the past, she was always keen on discussing the reforms and changes of the Demon Cult, and how to make Nanposo Continent more prosperous and its combat power stronger.

The battle lines between the Demon Cult and the God Clan have been pulled to the northern part of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and they are about to invade the territory of the God Clan.

Just when they were making a concerted effort to advance in a massive way, the Pope suddenly became less interested in the war. She handed over the matters of fighting with the gods to the new bishop and never intervened again.

She spent all day long looking through ancient books, looking for something.

Even the matter of choosing a successor, which is something every pope must do, has been delayed again and again. Until now, there has been no one to inherit the position of the head of the Vatican.

This is an extremely dangerous thing.

Not only for the Pope, but also for the evil cult.

A country cannot be without a king for a day. If one day, His Holiness the Pope has an accident, who will take over such a heavy responsibility of reviving the Demon Cult?

The ministers talked a lot.

However, the wartime taxation did not decrease at all, but became heavier and heavier. At first, after seeing the effective attack of the army, the people of the Demon Sect gritted their teeth and accepted the large amount of taxation.

But now, there is no progress on the battle front, and taxes are getting heavier and heavier.

For a time, the people of Nanposo were living in misery, and the momentum of the uprising was growing.

The Pope, on the other hand, just walked in the Demon Palace indifferently, picked up a pen and wrote something.

After finishing writing, she looked up silently and gazed at the holy city in the distance.

"Then let's see what a tyrant is."

she said softly.

209. The Pope (VI)

Becoming Pope is not easy.

No emotions, no desires, no worries, no relatives or friends.

This is the basic understanding of the Pope by the people of the Demon Cult in Nanposo Continent. In their understanding, the Pope is either capable or incompetent, and there has never been any question about whether he is loyal to the Demon Cult.

Because the Pope is trained from a young age, every Pope is predetermined, determined from birth. From the day the purity of her bloodline is tested, she or he needs to abandon the past, take the same surname, and receive the same education.

Therefore, the Pope belongs to the devil both physically and mentally.

This is also the reason why the Pope is worshipped by the people of Southern Posahava.

But this Pope is not like that, she is very special.

So special that even her last name didn't change.

She was discovered by the local bishop of South Poso when she was fifteen years old. After measuring the purity of her bloodline, he informed the Pope at the time.

In fact, in Sima Ming's selection, in addition to bloodline, there is another extremely important thing.

That is age.

The younger the person is, the fewer memories he has in his mind, and the easier it is to control. Since he becomes a destiny master at a young age, the education he receives is completely different.

The older you get, the more rebellious you become, and the harder it is to correct.

Fifteen years old is really too old among the many candidates for the Sima Destiny position. Seven or eight years old is considered too old. Infants who have just been born and have not yet formed complete cognitive abilities are the best candidates to become the Sima Destiny position and the successor to the Pope.

However, the girl had only one reason for the Pope at that time to make an exception and promote her to the position of Goddess of Destiny.

That is because her blood essence is too pure.

It was so pure that she was almost indistinguishable from the original ancestor, so pure that even the bloodline of the Pope at that time was not as pure as hers.