Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 604 The New Pope

In the distance, on the high platform, Tiffany tightly grasped the scepter.

"Pandora... I failed this time."

"Next time, I will erase your soul as well."

Jealousy burned fiercely in her eyes, as if it wanted to burn the world to ashes.

On the shattered battlefield, blazing flames and holy light intertwined, and the trembling of broken space echoed in the scorched earth.

Tiffany stood quietly in the distance, her white robe torn by the wind and her long black hair flying in the gale.

Her eyes were fixed on the figure that walked out slowly——

星落

——The God-killing suit.

——Red pupils that were so cold that they had no warmth at all.

"…Is this you, Xingluo?"

She whispered softly, the corners of her lips trembling slightly.

The former companion, the young man who once said with a smile that he would "take everyone away alive", has now become a human spark and an extremely cold weapon.

"He has changed."

"He's no longer the person I knew."

Tiffany slowly clenched the scepter in her hand, and blood oozed from her palm due to the force.

Tiffany escaped from here escorted by countless corpses.

Xingluo was already exhausted, so he stopped chasing. He took off his God Killer Suit and put it into his storage ring. This suit of equipment was useless except that it allowed him to exert the power of a demigod when fighting against the gods. It was not as useful as the Starry Sky Suit.

Two days later, in the Holy Temple of Light.

The holy light is still brilliant, and the singing is still distant.

But the moment Tiffany stepped into the temple, the paladins guarding the temple all showed fear and quietly took a half step back.

They could sense that the former "saint" had a completely different aura flowing from him.

"You're back."

The former Pope's aide-de-camp whispered, with a hint of temptation in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm back."

Tiffany smiled slightly, her voice was gentle, but like a poisoned silver blade.

The next moment, the holy light suddenly collapsed, and the black and purple power of the abyss surged out from under her feet, engulfing the entire hall.

--boom!

The adjutant's body collapsed instantly in the tide of the abyss, and even his soul didn't have time to struggle.

"It's time for this church to have a new owner."

Tiffany whispered, a dark red light flashing in the depths of her eyes.

night.

The top of the temple.

Tiffany stood alone on a high place, and the breeze blew, lifting her silver-white holy robe.

Under the holy robe, on the bare arms, dark purple lines appeared, slowly wriggling like a living thing.

——The pollution of the power of the abyss.

"bright……"

She looked up at the night sky, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Am I still...your saint?"

“God is light, God is the truth that purifies everything.”

"I, Tiffany, am willing to dedicate my soul and life to become the most devout believer of light."

That was the sound she had made when she took her vows in the temple all those years ago.

But now, when she closed her eyes, what rang in her ears was Xingluo's cold and ruthless whisper after she put on the God-killing suit:

"Gods are nothing but higher-dimensional parasites."

"The Light? It's nothing more than a scam to enslave mortals."

"You betrayed Xingluo and betrayed God."

Whispers echoed in my mind, like the temptation of the abyss.

"No, I am a saint of light..."

Tiffany covered her ears and crouched on the ground, her nails digging deep into the stone.

"But you killed your colleague. You tore his body apart with the power of the abyss..."

"Are you still worthy of believing in the light?"

"No... don't say it..."

Her voice trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The morning sun shone through the colored glass and reflected on Tiffany's face.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the dark purple light deep in her pupils had not yet dissipated.

She raised her hand and looked at the abyss flame that was slightly beating in the palm of her hand.

"Light, or abyss?"

She murmured in a low voice, with a sarcastic smile on her lips:

“Maybe I should choose the third way.”

On top of the high tower of the temple, Tiffany stood alone in the wind.

She stretched out her hand, and the sunlight passed through her fingers and fell on her face, casting a light and shadow that was half holy and half gloomy.

The dark purple lines on her arms had spread to her shoulders, like chains from the abyss, binding her tightly.

"Am I still a saint?"

She asked herself in her heart, but got no answer.

A whisper echoed deep in my mind:

"Let go of the light... embrace the abyss... become the new god."

"Tiffany, come back."

In my memory, Xingluo’s cold voice was like a knife blade.

But when she saw Xingluo wearing the god-killing armor from afar and shattering the holy light of the Church with one sword, the light deep in her heart was completely extinguished.

"Even you...are no longer human."

"Do I still need to protect God's light?"

Night fell over the temple.

Tiffany slowly walked into the main hall of the Holy See of Light. Twelve Paladin Captains were sitting around a round table, talking.

"Tiffany, why do you have the aura of the abyss?"

The Great Elder frowned, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Abyssal breath?"

Tiffany laughed, her voice so cold it made people feel cold in their hearts.

"so what?"

The next moment, the dark purple power of the abyss erupted around her, transforming into countless tentacle-like energy flows that engulfed the round table and the twelve knight commanders.

boom--!

Along with an ear-piercing scream, the light in the temple suddenly went out.

When the firelight came back on, Tiffany slowly sat at the head of the round table, her long hair hanging down, her eyes flashing with a mixture of dark red, gold and white.

"From now on, the Holy See of Light will be under my control."

No one outside knows that the master of the Vatican has changed.

Under Tiffany's methods, no bishops or saints who opposed her were spared.

During the day, she is the most holy saint, presiding over the holy ceremonies and praying for the believers;

As night falls, she is the queen who controls the abyss, watching coldly as the bloody storm submerges the temple.

"The body of light has decayed, so let me use darkness to support its ugliness."

She said coldly in her heart.

However, even though she had fallen to this point, whenever the night was quiet, the boy's cold face would still appear in her mind.

——When we were at the academy, he smiled and handed me a magic book;

——In front of the abyss, he reached out and tried to pull her back;

——On the battlefield, he was wearing god-killing armor, and his back was as cold as a god.

"Starfall..."

"You were the one who left me first." Tiffany had gradually become twisted because of love turning into hate.

The main tower of the temple, in front of the statue of light.

Tiffany slowly raised her head, and the holy light descended from the statue, illuminating half of her face.

The other half of his face was swallowed up by the shadow of the abyss.

"God of Light, are you really the supreme being?"

"If you don't even have the courage to save the world—"

"Then let me take your place."

boom--!

Dark purple flames shot up into the sky, the holy light was torn apart, and a flash of blood red appeared in the statue's eyes.

Since then, rumors have spread in mainland China:

Saint Tiffany unified the Church with her unparalleled power. Her glory was greater than ever before, and her followers increased day by day. But every night, a black and purple flame would rise above the temple.

After the war, the Holy See of Light began to shrink and no longer expanded on a large scale. However, with the new Pope Tiffany, the number of believers did not decrease drastically, but instead showed a subtle upward trend.

The last ray of sunlight in the sky slowly fell into the ridge.

Outside the Flame Hammer Workshop, the air was filled with the scent of alchemical materials. The breeze blew by, blowing up scorched earth and broken metal all over the ground.

Xiao Hei - the huge black dragon, was lying quietly at the door of the workshop.

Its scales reflected a faint luster in the afterglow, its golden vertical pupils were half-narrowed, and its gaze was always fixed on the tightly closed door.

"Xingluo, what happened to you..."

It recalled that not long ago, a purple-black light shot up into the sky, and Pandora, holding Xingluo, walked out of the teleportation array with tired steps.

Xingluo was unconscious, his white robe was stained with blood, his face was as pale as paper, but his lips were still glaringly red.

"He...even his breathing is so weak..."

Xiao Hei's dragon heart ached, and his sharp claws dug into the ground fiercely.

"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei!"

A childish voice came, interrupting its thoughts.

Luo Luo - a human being only half the height of a person, came running towards us bouncing and skipping.

The sunlight fell on her white little feet, leaving a trail of light footprints.

She raised her head and looked at Xiao Hei with her sparkling silver eyes: "Brother Xingluo...are you still not awake?"

Xiao Hei was silent.

It slowly shook its huge head, unable to conceal the worry in its eyes.

"He will definitely wake up!"

Luo Luo grinned, revealing two pointed little teeth. Her laughter was crisp but somewhat harsh, echoing outside the empty workshop.

But the next second, her laughter stopped abruptly and her expression became gloomy.

"But...what if he doesn't wake up?"