Human Stock (36)
Dazzling Face.
My insight had recovered. How could this gift bestowed by the Pope be missing?
Divine Human? Your power may be uncanny and ingenious, but I'm sorry—when it comes to the thickness of our skin—bah, I mean, our surface tension—this Dark Moon Pope will never lose!
A flash of arrogance crossed his mind. As he firmly stopped his brain cells from committing blasphemy on their own, the fervent declaration on Fu Qian's lips came to an end as well.
But that was enough. He knew clearly that the face of Nirgalia, the Dark Moon Pope, had now taken shape in this world through his body.
Just like the change taking place overhead.
The difference was that his own manifestation was complete, but the Pope couldn't descend through this face.
The other party, however, really did have power seeping through—its manifestation simply wasn't complete yet.
But that didn't matter. How could the spectators know all these details?
They were both faces, so naturally people would compare them without thinking.
And everyone knew that once professional ability was taken out of the equation, looks were justice.
The other face's features were fairly regular, and it did bear some resemblance to a Divine Human. But before my Pope's true face, it was probably an order of magnitude worse.
And now that the audience had already made its choice, all that was needed to win the contest was a good story.
It wasn't that Zou Ji had suddenly possessed him, and he was determined to outdo the other face in looks for the Pope's sake.
As mentioned earlier, Fu Qian acknowledged Old Master Li's research into the Divine Human bloodline.
In other words, that hidden face really was the essence of the Larrea family's talent.
And the moment Aiko