The Tragedy of the Divine Position

After several seconds of thought, Ye Chen then sought confirmation from Ding Moluo:

"So, you chose to betray the Church sometime before being promoted from a sincere believer to a holy believer, correct?"

Ding Moluo let out a cold laugh and admitted it in a disdainful tone.

"Yes."

"If I had foolishly and blindly submitted to the Holy Light back then, I might very well be a grand archbishop of the Central Church now, second only to the Pope."

"After all, back in those days, I had quite the reputation in the regional church."

"Outstanding in both character and learning, virtuous and highly respected, praised endlessly by the people, with great expectations placed upon me by my elders—a truly promising talent."

"But even if I had truly become a grand archbishop, what meaning would there have been in that?"

"At the end of the day, I would have merely been a worker bee with a little more prestige."

"Everyone loyal to the Church, whether knight or priest, is nothing but a swarm of vermin surviving in falsehood and contenting themselves with it."

"Since ancient times, it has always been so, and it will always be so------!"

As his words fell, Ding Moluo's breathing grew increasingly heavy. Like a beast about to break free of its cage, he radiated a soul-chilling hatred and killing intent.

Yet that negative emotion was not directed at Ye Chen, but at the Holy Light and the Church lurking far behind the scenes.

It seemed that, compared to the Auling Hunters and the Auling Hunter Corps, this clown clearly hated the Saint God Angrinonde even more, and loathed from the bottom of his heart every divine servant under His name.

Naturally, Ye Chen had no idea what Ding Moluo had experienced within the Church in the