Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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All other information about the two angels, the apocalypse, and the Ark was the same as what Luo Mi knew, except for the Ark’s completion, for which the system provided detailed suggestions:
[To survive this apocalypse, the Ark now needs to integrate all three of the Holy See’s artifacts: the Eternal Fence as its walls, the Book of the Lamb as its core, and the Scepter of Glory as its control panel. Otherwise, even if all of humanity were brought into the Ark, it would not be able to withstand the God’s corruption.]
Luo Mi frowned immediately: “The three great artifacts are all under the control of the God, right? How can they be integrated into the Ark? And the Eternal Fence is inside the sun, who can get it?”
The system didn’t know either.
Luo Mi rubbed his temples, intending to discuss it with Anos later.
The system also fell silent.
Luo Mi hesitated for a long time before finally asking, “I have one more question. You don’t have to answer it if you don’t have the authority, but don’t lie to me.”
[Host, please ask.]
Luo Mi pursed his lips: “Who am I?”
This was a question that had always lingered in his mind.
The system had an intricate relationship with the angels of this world. Was the person who was brought here by the system really a person they didn’t know?
Was everything he remembered even real?
Did the hometown he wanted to return to really exist?
These were questions he couldn’t voice to Anos; only when facing the system could Luo Mi reveal these anxieties and unease.
This time, the system remained silent for quite a while, so long that Luo Mi thought the other party had logged off again, before he heard a faint electronic voice:
[What kind of answer would you like to hear?]
Luo Mi was taken aback, sensing a subtle change in the system’s tone.
[Do you hope all these worries are nonexistent, that after everything in this world ends, you can leave everything behind and return to Earth as if nothing ever happened? Or do you hope there are many illusions and obstacles here, forcing you to give up going home and choose to stay in this world with a clear conscience?]
Luo Mi stood there stunned for a long while before suddenly coming to his senses: “System? No, you are the God’s Wisdom?”
The system’s voice did not answer the question, but calmly stated:
[Luo Mi, whatever you wish for, that is the truth.]
After saying that, the system went completely silent, and there was no response no matter how much Luo Mi called out to it.
Luo Mi sat on the papal throne, gazing at the scepter of glory floating beside him, his brows slowly furrowing.
….
Two days later, the papacy ceremony took place.
For the Vatican, this was the grandest ceremony ever. Illusory angels formed of holy light floated throughout the holy city, and ethereal hymns resounded in every church. Even the chalk walls of Bethlehem were illuminated with sacred patterns, and the grand and sacred meaning seemed to reach almost the entire world.
The newly appointed Pope Saint Anos I stood on the steps, draped in a magnificent papal robe, wearing his own triple crown, and holding the scepter of glory, one of the three sacred artifacts, calmly gazing upon all the guests in attendance.
The new pope’s eyes and hair were as orange-red as flames, and wings formed from flames could be vaguely seen behind him, like the seraphim described in the Bible, making people afraid to look directly at him.
Some people vaguely remembered that the Holy Son Anos’s eye and hair color were not like this, but they only thought about it in their minds— after all, for many people in the duchy, they had no chance to even see the Holy Son.
“When–“
The tolling of the bells of St. Paul’s Cathedral signified God’s approval of the new pope to take over his role as shepherd of the world.
Saint Anos I bowed to the guests and then turned to walk toward the papal throne.
Just then, another sharp chime broke the solemnity of the cathedral.
A cardinal dressed in red rushed in and approached the new pope, whispering, “Your Majesty, Lord Red Horn has somehow broken through the Light Domain Barrier and is about to arrive at the Holy City!”
That was the most tyrannical demon lord!
The mere fact that the demon lord was allowed into the Light Domain was already a major dereliction of duty by the Holy See, and it would likely face various protests from the duchies and empires. What’s more, on this important day of the Pope’s coronation, the Red Horn Lord actually headed straight for the Holy City!
Even if the Holy City could easily annihilate that dragon that was prone to losing its mind, it was equivalent to the new Pope being slapped hard in the face!
Most importantly, why did no one report the arrival of Lord Red Horn? Was the message deliberately intercepted, or did Lord Red Horn use some method?
Saint Anos I’s gaze swept over the faces of the cardinals and the delegation of envoys from the duchy and empires who were attending the ceremony, his expression unchanged: “Go up to the tower— everyone, please come along.”
The cardinal paused for a moment.
….
The dragon, its body wreathed in sulfurous flames, flew over the holy city of Bethlehem.
Normally, the Holy City should have already activated its defense and attack modes, using intense holy light to thoroughly purify this audacious dragon; however, the Holy City was quiet at this moment, with only hymns drifting by, seemingly completely unaware of the arrival of the Red Horn Lord.
After hesitating for a moment, the crimson dragon flew towards the tallest white tower.
At the top of the white tower, in the plaza, people dressed in various colors stood, seemingly waiting for the dragon to descend.
The dragon couldn’t distinguish the styles of the clothes, but it remembered the scent of the person at the very front.
The crimson dragon slowly descended, its claws gripping the edge of the tower’s top.
A slight commotion arose among the crowd in the square, and the Templar Knights silently felt a strong fighting spirit.
The crimson dragon took a deep breath, slowly lowered its head towards the tiny humans, revealing the scars on its severed horns, and uttered a few words in a low voice from its throat:
“Please forgive my abruptness in coming to congratulate you, my master.”
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