Chapter 155
The Holy Angel Church.
The vast interior of the Papacy.
In the magnificent golden hall, Ye Guyi sat at the very top, draped in a luxurious golden robe and wearing a veil that concealed her face, yet still unable to hide her proud and graceful figure. She held a long staff in her hand, and a pair of golden high heels were visible beneath her skirt, revealing her fair insteps, where even the faint blue veins could be seen.
Seven years ago, she was just a girl who was attacked by members of the Holy Spirit Cult, resulting in the destruction of her family and becoming a homeless stray on the streets. But now, she has become the Pope, revered by thousands and standing high above them.
All of this is inseparable from that person...
Ye Guyi turned her head slightly. Today, the figure was wearing a long, jet-black robe with gold trim, which covered his tall and slender body in a metallic cloak. His handsome face, which had remained calm throughout, was still expressionless.
Everything seemed to be going according to his plan.
Seeing his back, Ye Guyi felt much more at ease. Although the closer the day got, the more uneasy she became, she couldn't find any loopholes in her thinking. With the current strength of the Holy Angel Church, plus the many "helpers" from the mainland who had come from afar, they were more than capable of annihilating the Holy Spirit Cult.
She had dealt with those two Limit Douluo countless times and knew their backgrounds very well.
In a true one-on-one situation, she's confident she can defeat Ye Xishui!
It's just you scaring yourself.
Ye Guyi comforted herself, after all, with her master around, the Holy Spirit Cult was nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs. Although her master had almost never made a move in front of her since she had gained enough strength a few years ago, she also knew that even she couldn't see through her master's strength now.
He's probably at least a Limit Douluo.
If that's the case, why worry unnecessarily?
Seemingly sensing her gaze, the tall figure beside him turned his head, their eyes met, and Lu Cheng revealed a gentle smile in his eyes, nodding slightly.
"Um!"
Ye Guyi pursed her red lips and nodded secretly.
At this point, she had gathered all the necessary conditions to eliminate the Evil Soul Master!
"Gentlemen, follow me... to wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult!!!"
She slowly stood up, her long golden dress trailing on the ground, revealing her golden high heels. With light steps, her beautiful golden eyes behind the veil revealed a strong and fiery fighting spirit, and in her fair hand, a crimson longsword slowly condensed.
At this moment, she was no longer a mascot of the Holy Angel Church, but one of the strongest individuals on this continent, a true chosen one of God.
"Eliminate the Holy Spirit Cult!"
"Eliminate..."
As the beautiful woman's majestic voice rang out, the powerful members of the Holy Angel Church below the main hall also turned fanatical, their roars echoing from the palace, growing ever more distant, their power shaking heaven and earth.
"Set off!"
Ye Guyi stood with his sword on his back, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure transformed into a rainbow of light, flying straight towards the outside of the city, with a dense crowd of powerful Soul Master behind him.
Before leaving, she didn't look back with any lingering affection.
Last night, she had already asked her teacher, and he said he would not be going on the expedition today, but would be quietly waiting in the palace for good news of her annihilation of the Holy Spirit Cult and the extermination of the Evil Soul Master.
And at this moment.
The top of the golden palace.
Lu Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching Ye Guyi quietly, his eyes slowly closing.
After an unknown amount of time, when he opened his eyes again, there was a sinister feeling about them. In his dark pupils, it was as if will-o'-the-wisps were flickering, and black flames gradually surged from his body.
Six jet-black wings slowly unfurled.
This is the Fallen Angel.
Everything is ready; all that remains is for the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters to reveal the truth.
Where is Lu Cheng?!
Where the hell is that guy?
Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters.
Ye Xishui's face was contorted with rage, her black robes fluttering, and a dense, sinister aura emanated from her, as if a hundred ghosts were wailing and countless vengeful spirits Entanglement around her.
She was truly furious.
The way she addressed Lu Cheng changed from "Master" to calling him by his name. It was because this guy's behavior had been too incompetent over the years. In the operation to assassinate Ye Guyi a few years ago, she asked Lu Cheng to go many times, but this brat would always dawdle and procrastinate, slacking off and not doing anything serious.
He ignored all other areas where the Holy Spirit Cult's interests were involved, acting as if he were an enemy spy infiltrating the enemy ranks.
If it weren't for the fact that his Martial Soul had been corrupted and degenerated into Fallen Angel Martial Soul, she would have wanted to kill him outright.
It was one thing to slack off before, but now... the Holy Spirit Cult is in mortal danger, and this guy has vanished!
"Xishui, calm down first..." Long Xiaoyao said helplessly.
"He might actually ambush Ye Guyi beforehand; it wouldn't be good to undermine morale like that."
Lu Cheng's position as leader was appointed by you.
Now that you're denying it like this, aren't you contradicting yourself?
"Hmph! He'd better be..." Ye Xishui said coldly. "What about the Shrek Academy?"
"Mu En is still unwilling to take action. After all, Shrek Academy is a prestigious and righteous sect. If it is discovered that he is secretly helping us, I'm afraid... Moreover, his time is coming to an end. Once he leaves Shrek Academy and can no longer rely on the Golden Ancient Tree, he will be no different from a dead man," Long Xiaoyao said helplessly.
"Damn it, damn it!!"
Ye Xishui was consumed by impotent rage.
"Why is the cult leader so angry?" A gentle voice rang out, but this clear voice was completely different from the gloomy and cold atmosphere around them, making it somewhat eerie.
Lu Cheng's figure slowly appeared, a smile playing on his lips, "As the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, I will live and die with everyone in the sect. Elder, you can rest assured, I will guard the sect and become the last line of defense."
"..."
Ye Xishui's expression shifted repeatedly, but she finally managed a smile, "I see, I misunderstood the sect leader."
Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters.
The deepest part.
This place enshrines the Holy Spirit Cult's deity, the Holy Lord. Although it's unclear where this deity came from or whether it's a wild god created by the Holy Spirit Cult itself, in any case...
Lu Cheng stood in the abyss, its depths unknown, and slowly raised his head.
Looking in Ye Guyi's direction, she murmured softly, "Judging by the speed, it should be soon..."
"Guyi, don't disappoint your master."
Within the ranks of the Evil Soul Master.
Kong Deming was among them.
Although the Sun Moon Emperor was well-versed in the art of punishment and feared that if he destroyed the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Angel Church would become the only dominant force, he secretly tried to prevent him from coming. However, Kong Deming ignored him completely and with a wave of his arm, almost half of the Soul Engineer Legion of the entire Sun Moon Empire, except for those stationed on the border, came along.
When he left, the old emperor's face was ashen.
Everyone knows that Kong Deming has a great influence in the Sun Moon Empire, but who could have imagined it would be this terrifying?
On the front row of airships.
Kong Deming stroked his snow-white beard, glancing at the Pope at the front with a complicated expression. Only his youngest apprentice was not there.
The result is obvious.
Is it really worth it to eliminate the Holy Spirit Cult?
He must have a deeper plan, perhaps to cultivate a god? After all, in his eyes, Ye Guyi has now achieved godhood and is only one step away from becoming a true god.
To sacrifice oneself to nurture a true God of Angels?
In this degenerate age, it is almost impossible to advance to godhood normally, as it was ten thousand years ago. The path to ascending to the upper realms seems to be blocked. Therefore... one can only resort to unorthodox methods.
Even his own disciple had most likely considered this possibility from the moment he accepted that girl as his apprentice.
well...
Kong Deming sighed softly.
What a tragic fate.
P. S.: I'll still be writing 10,000 words a day tomorrow, or even more, until I finish writing the second Simulation Device storyline. Today I'll focus on brainstorming the plot and write less. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡