Maybe I was really wrong?

Perhaps it is the right choice to let them lead the Demon Cult?

The Pope doesn't know.

She saw the towering top of the bell tower in the distance. Standing here in the early morning, she could see the morning sun overlapping with the ancient bell on the top of the tower, reflecting a dazzling light.

She saw the white pigeons that had landed under the eaves to avoid the rain. As noon approached, they would spread their pure white wings and circle in the sky above the Holy City Square.

She saw houses scattered under the floating clouds. At dusk, smoke rose from the chimneys of thousands of households, presenting a peaceful scene.

But now, it is indeed a dark cloud.

The light was dim and the entire holy city was shrouded in haze.

The Pope opened his eyes as wide as he could and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

The dark clouds were moving rapidly, pressing down the sky and making loud noises.

Oh.

A hint of relief flashed in the Pope's eyes.

Those are not dark clouds.

It was a rain of arrows.

Countless sharp arrows came rushing down from the sky, making a fierce roar, as if pressing down the sky and leaving no gaps.

Is this my end?

The Pope raised his lips slightly, stood calmly in front of the throne, and opened his arms.

Facing your own destiny.

What was reflected in her eyes was not the rain of arrows, but thousands of water droplets, those were inky water droplets.

That is the arrow of a sharp arrow.

The Pope, wearing a light blue dress, silently recited his own name and met his final end.

The first sharp arrow fell.

Immediately, thousands of arrows began to fall.

There is nowhere to hide.

The Pope's body trembled a little, but the smile on her lips never fell, because she was about to meet the person she wanted to see most.

Master, I'm here to accompany you.

Her body swayed twice and finally fell on the throne.

She supported her head with her left hand, with a faint smile on her face, as if she was mocking or despising.

He looked down upon those regicides.

Let's wait and see what happens next.

Her posture was solemn and majestic, as if she was an emperor overlooking the entire South Posa Continent.

Behind her, the towering statue of the first pope was majestic and unchanged, but under the rendering of the rainy night, it seemed...

A little sad.

......

......

Wen Youqing just watched.

Even though the Pope was silent at this moment, she could still see everything around her.

The Pope's cultivation level is obviously terrifyingly high. If she doesn't want to die, no one can kill her.

She chose to die by herself, perhaps out of disappointment or loneliness. In short, she had no regrets about her choice.

After the Pope's death.

A full hour passed.

Only then did the regicide dare to climb up to the platform and examine the Pope's body.

Perhaps it was because this Pope's reputation was so great that even after they realized that the Pope was dead, they still did not dare to step forward.

Finally, a minister in a purple robe stepped forward and thrust a sharp sword sealed with divine light into the Pope's body.

"ended."

The purple-robed minister sighed softly, his voice sounded a little sad, but it soon dissipated.

Because he still has things to do. After the death of the Mad Pope, the heavy responsibility of the Holy See will fall on him, and he will also need to draft the peace negotiations with the gods.

"Then, Your Excellency the Archbishop, the Pope's body...what should we do?"

Someone beside him asked.

"..."

The Archbishop was silent for a long time.

"Hide this history, and erase all traces and memories left by the Pope...Her name will never appear in the history of the entire Demon Cult."

The Archbishop looked at the Pope's body and whispered:

"Take out her soul and spirit, and place them in an eternal lamp to roast them for eternity. Even if she is reincarnated again, she will become stupid due to the lack of her soul and spirit."

"The world will never remember this history again, and will never remember your name again..."

"Wen Youqing...Pope."

"Never again."

Wen Youqing was stunned and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Her brain began to hurt extremely, and her soul became itchy as if something was missing. She tried hard to suppress the pain, feeling confused and puzzled.

She tried her best to open her eyes.

What do you want to clear?

She saw it.

I saw the long sword piercing her heart.

The sword is sharp like a mirror.

Her own face was reflected in it.

Reflected in the picture was...Wen Youqing's own pale face.

214. Mad Pope

in the hall.

Black fog slowly rose all around.

Jingyan looked at the Pope in front of him.

The Pope in front of him was also looking at him.

The two were silent for a long time before Jing Yan spoke slowly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Ji Qixue blinked and said, "Tell the little girl a story. This is what I promised her."

She closed her long eyelashes. "A...very heartwarming story."

Jing Yan frowned. He held Wen Youqing, who had her eyes closed, in his arms. He knew that with his level of cultivation, he would definitely not be able to defeat the Pope.

He asked: "Your Holiness, you..."

"Hey, don't say that so politely."

Ji Qixue smiled and stretched out her fingers to cover Jingyan's lips: "My full name is Ji Qixue, Master Jingyan, you can just call me Qixue."

The sutra says: "......"

He shook his head: "This title is a bit too intimate. Your Holiness, please respect yourself."

"What is there to be afraid of?" The Pope shook his head. "In short, no matter how solemn the Pope is, it is just a position, and it is all for the outsiders to see. So when there is no need to pretend, isn't it good to be a little casual and willful?"

She moved two steps closer to Jingyan with her fair legs under her long skirt, and a hint of smile flashed through her eyes covered by the gauze.

"Or does Young Master Jingyan think that I am old and ugly, so I am showing such an ugly behavior?"

Jing Yan shook his head: "I just think that His Holiness the Pope has overstepped a bit."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Ji Qixue thought about it and asked a question that Jing Yan didn’t quite understand.

"How many times have we met?"

Jing Yan looked puzzled: "Your Highness, I just met you at the ceremony today. Why are you asking this question?"

"So you don't know anything, right? You've been kept in the dark by the people around you."

"Know what?" Jing Yan asked in confusion, "Who is hiding this from me?"

"Oh my." Ji Qixue's tone of voice rose involuntarily: "So you really don't remember anything. That's okay. It seems that our young actors' acting skills are pretty good."

The scripture says: “???”

"It's okay, it's okay."

Ji Qixue waved her hand and said seriously: "Just think of it as a joke I showed you, don't take it to heart."

As she spoke, she cast her gaze towards Wen Youqing in Jing Yan's arms and pursed her lips.

There was a complex expression in his eyes.

"As for little sister Youqing."

"Judging from the time, she should be waking up soon... maybe she is just pretending to be asleep. Anyway, don't worry, what she saw cannot be exchanged for anything."

Ji Qixue smiled and looked at Wen Youqing, saying softly:

"Let's wait for her to wake up. Maybe now she is trying to understand everything clearly."

......

......

Wen Youqing was struck by lightning.

Her body trembled involuntarily and she couldn't help but want to escape.

No...no...all of this is fake, not true, it is just a fabricated lie, I am not the Pope at all.

My past life...I was clearly just a female devil in my past life. Is it necessary to make such a big deal out of it and directly upgrade me to the Pope of a cult?

This joke is a bit too big.

But no matter how Wen Youqing persuaded herself in her heart, her intuition could not be deceived, and she repeated a sentence over and over in her mind -

That is true.

No.......

That's not true. I am Wen Youqing, and only Wen Youqing. I should live well with my master for the rest of my life. How could I be involved in so many causes and effects?

She shook her head, desperately denying it.

However, at this moment, a pair of hands embraced her. The arms were a little cold and there were still some blood stains on them.

You can even feel the hard iron chains.

Wen Youqing was stunned and turned around, only to see the woman who had appeared in her dream with her eyes closed, gently embracing her in her not-so-warm arms.

"You know everything."

She spoke softly, and Wen Youqing felt that her voice became more and more familiar. After thinking for a long time, she was surprised to find out.

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