The melodious chimes resonated Sicily Island, echoing in every corner.
Everyone who watched the figure of a man and two women walking up the steps showed a strange expression, as if they were seeing a scene they had witnessed not long ago, but which actually happened more than a thousand years ago.
Sun Fei and Angela stood together, holding hands, looking just like the lord of the God Clan and the lord of the Demon Clan a thousand years ago.
More than half a month ago, the scroll provided by the Stábile contained fragments of the memories of ancient gods. It showed the scene of the rulers of the gods and demons standing in the air after defeating the [ Defiler ]. The unparalleled elegance exuded by the two beings, the Lord of the God Clan and the Lord of the Demon Clan, was exactly the same as that of Sun Fei and Angela.
The only difference is that beside Sun Fei, besides Angela, who looks exactly like the Demon Clan Lord, there is also a valiant Valkyrie, Elena.
at the same time.
At the entrance of the opposite church, Old Man appeared, as frail as a candle in the wind, with sparse white hair, age spots on Old Man face, wrinkles as Zongheng as ravines, and a slightly trembling body.
It was Stábile.
Six months ago, this pope, who had once dominated the Holy Church for an era, had already stated that after the torment of the Earth's Core Prison, his lifespan had come to an end, and he would live for no more than a year.
Now, six months later, the aura of decay and death emanating from him is indeed even more pronounced.
If it weren't for its overwhelming strength, a gust of wind might have weathered this body away!
Three days ago, when the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] appeared in Sicily Island, Stábile did not come out to greet him. At that time, many rumors said that this giant was about to collapse. It seems that he is forcing himself to carry out the final coronation ceremony today.
Some people even worried whether he would be able to hold on until the end of the final ceremony.
Some speculate that perhaps it is the last vestige of his obsession that sustains him. Once he fulfills his wish and bestows the Pope's crown and divine robes upon the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ], he will drift away with the wind and return to the embrace of the world!
At this moment, Stábile no longer possessed the arrogant demeanor he once had, and could only barely stand with the support of two equally white-haired old priests.
Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint, stood beside Stábile with an expression neither of joy nor sorrow.
Stábile his feet, held the Twilight of the Gods Scepter in one hand and the golden and silver papal robe in the other, wearing the Crown of the Crown of the Gods, a symbol of the highest authority of the Holy Church, and waited at the entrance of the sanctuary.
When the [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] finishes walking up the 1001st step and arrives before him, the coronation ceremony will officially begin.
Everyone's gaze Teleport back and forth between Sun Fei and Stábile.
As time went by, the distance between the two grew shorter and shorter.
Throughout history, only a select few, blessed by the heavens, have been able to tread upon these 1001 steps. And without exception, those who have embarked on this path have etched their names and legends deeply into the history of the Azeroth Continent.
Without a doubt, Sun Fei is the youngest of these lucky individuals.
So young it's outrageous!
Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sun Fei arrived in front of Stábile.
"Child, this moment has finally arrived." Stábile's face held a faint smile.
Sun Fei's gaze remained fixed on the Old Man before him, gazing into his eyes, before he nodded slightly. "Yes, it's finally here. I must admit without reservation, I'm almost impatient."
"Greed is the original sin, child!" Stábile smiled and gently draped the gold and silver papal robe over Sun Fei's body.
Sun Fei nodded and smiled, "I think so too, but why do some people, knowing full well the horror of original sin, still choose to embark on this path?"
"That's because, sometimes, greed is also a driving force of history." Stábile gently tapped the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter in his hand on Sun Fei's left and right shoulders, routinely offering blessings and admonitions for his coronation.
"But history is always written by the victors, isn't it?" Sun Fei took the [ Twilight of the Gods ] scepter, gripped it tightly in his hand, and said with a smile.
"Of course, history is written by the victors, but who is the ultimate victor?" Stábile's smile remained unchanged.
The conversation between the two was ordinary and mundane, but it was clearly not suitable for today's occasion. The two elderly priests Stábile looked at the old man and the young man who were exchanging power with slight surprise. For some reason, they sensed a hint of confrontation in the conversation.
Apart from them, almost no one else present heard the conversation.
This is a conversation that is destined never to appear in historical records.
Then, Stábile slowly removed the [ Crown of the Gods ] from his own head, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, amidst the melodious and holy hymns of the Holy Spirit and the resounding chimes of the sanctuary, placed this crown, symbolizing the supreme power of the Holy Church, on the head of Sun Fei, who was kneeling on one knee.
Crowning!
This is the most crucial and significant action taken today.
The moment the [ Crown of the Gods ] was finally placed on Sun Fei's head, applause and cheers erupted around him.
The moment has finally arrived!
The [ Human Emperor of the Northern Region ] has become the Pope of the Holy Church!
From this moment on, a legend on the Azeroth Continent will officially begin. No one and no force can stand against this young man who is only twenty-four or twenty-five years old!
He will dominate the world, invincible!
The Holy Spirit Array of Sicily Island was activated at this moment.
One hundred and eight silver, holy pillars of light shot into the sky, blooming in the void like the most magnificent, dazzling, and noble fireworks in the world. The Holy Spirit's song came to an abrupt end, and the church bells rang out their last note. White angel wings slowly fell from the sky, like blooming white flowers, symbolizing purity and nobility!
Pope Alexander!
A new title.
The youngest pope in the history of the Holy Church!
A new era has begun for the Holy Church.
"Child, follow me, you come alone!" Stábile's body was hunched over. He no longer needed the support of the two elderly priests. He turned around shakily and walked towards the holy temple door, which was surrounded by holy light.
Holding a scepter, wearing a crown and a divine robe, Sun Fei followed behind, step by step, into the sanctuary.
Also following him inside was Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint.
The two old priests exchanged a surprised glance. This wasn't part of the coronation ceremony. Had the old pope finally succumbed to his dread? Did he have any last words to say to the new pope before his death? But why was Maradona, the Continent Martial Saint, also going in?
People's gazes were fixed on the three figures as they disappeared into the intense holy light.
These are the three most powerful people on the mainland right now.