"As you command, Your Majesty the Pope."

The corners of the cardinal's mouth, hidden under his robe, turned up little by little.

【Look!

Look!

The fact that it is as hard and sharp as a gryphon's nails will eventually prove to Ronis that I, Inheim, am the most correct.

The church's previous methods were too mild and could not satisfy the angel race at all.

What does not sacrifice the interests of mankind, and what allows believers and God to help each other.

These are all extremely naive lies!

As a species, the thing that the human race cannot see most clearly is itself.

Cowardly, cowardly and short-sighted, they can only see the mistakes of others and never know how to examine themselves.

So humans always make mistakes over and over again.

Infighting, short-sightedness, constantly falling into the quagmire, struggling repeatedly in the purgatory of extinction.

What qualifications does such a race have to be saved?

Sacrificing some weak humans can lead to the birth of an angel.

Is there a better deal in the world than this?

Even if all humans are sacrificed, so what?

Just having an angel is enough.

To achieve success for one party, the other party must pay the price.

If you don't work hard, nothing will be accomplished.

Ronis can't do it, Mrak can't do it, Catherine can't do it, and Roland can't do it.

just me.

I'm the only one in Erathia.

Only I, who can peel away the fog and foresee the future, can make Erathia and the angel race completely prosperous.

Then, use that overwhelming force to destroy all hell and demons.】

Inheim slowly raised his head and stared at the red clouds floating in the sky with hazy, deep eyes.

The wind blowing from Ofer's abdominal wall was mixed with a strong smell of sulfur, as pungent as coke that had been burned to the point where it could no longer be burned.

Inheim's lips moved slightly fiercely, and he made a soundless sound.

"Finally, complete my revenge."

…

…

In Stormwind City, Smit put down the sound-transmitting conch in his hand.

She watched the conch shatter into white light little by little, and her eyes of reluctance turned into determination little by little.

Taking a deep breath, Smit adjusted himself and returned to the warm room.

She snuggled into Seri's arms and looked at Seri with coquettish eyes.

Seri smiled kindly and stroked Smit's hair slowly.

She didn't rush to speak, but waited gently for Smit to tell her.

"Ah. I haven't been with my grandmother like this for a long time. Do you want to stay for a few more days?"

Smit narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Smit, if you want to rely on me, I'll welcome you here.

You are much better behaved than Lafite, that bad boy who only thinks about men (Luo Shi)."

Well……

Smit felt a little prickly in his heart.

She is more or less self-conscious about the fact that her mind is now full of things about Qi Ge.

"Smit, you can stay with me for a few more days.

Just like when I was a child, lying in my grandmother's arms and listening to me tell you stories.

Ah, now that you have grown up, you probably won't be interested in those childish stories.

If that's not enough, I can also teach you many interesting magic tricks."

Seri already understood that it was probably time to say goodbye, and she felt a little reluctant to say goodbye, so she gently tried to stay.

Seven pigeons have the fighting style of seven pigeons, and Smits also has the fighting style of Smits.

When it comes to acting coquettishly, she is still very confident.

"Grandma~ After you say this, I can no longer muster the courage to say goodbye to you."

"If I can't bring it up, I won't bring it up. It would be good to take a rest.

If you stay a few more days, no one will blame you.

Even if you do nothing, your seven pigeons will arrange everything well.

I could tell at a glance that his talents and talents were monster-level.

Miracles that we don’t encounter once in our lives may be just a daily routine for him.”

"Sigh. To be honest, it's hard for me to deny it."

Smit seemed a little depressed for a moment.

"Ever since I followed Qi Ge, I have felt the miracle in him countless times.

I know very well that I may not be able to keep up with him despite my hard work all my life.

Well, that's a bit complacent to say.

I definitely won't be able to catch up with him even if I try hard all my life.

But even so."

Smit took a deep breath:

"But even so, I still want to try hard.

He has worked so hard for me, how could I remain indifferent?

If this continues, even if he waits for me, time will not wait for me."

"But it will be very hard for you."

Seri sighed softly, gently touched Smit's back, and said no more.

Smit took a deep breath and suddenly laughed.

"Grandma, I have to leave.

Maybe, I will go through a period of time that I don't like, maybe, I will become less like myself.

But it doesn’t matter, the Seven Pigeons gave me enough guidance to overcome everything.”

Smit stroked her chest. There was a thick little book in her arms.

"For my heroic journey, and for the promise I made when I was a child.

I'm going to take my responsibility.

I will do my best to guide the people.

Gather your thoughts and your hopes.

Go and become the Pope of the new church and the saint who belongs only to the Seven Doves.

Then, change the world."

"I see."

Seri looked at Smit tenderly.

The light on Smit's body became brighter and brighter in her eyes.

That is definitely not inferior to the dazzling light of Seven Doves, and it has enough power for people to follow.

Seri smiled kindly, his eyes full of relief:

"Sure enough, little Smit, you are a [genius] just like Qi Ge."

Geniuses will always attract each other, and then achieve each other's success.

In the end, we reached the top together.
To be continued...