The speed of light is 299792.458 kilometers per second.
In just a moment, five figures in the church arrived at the place where the light beam erupted.
In the center of the light beam, there was a young man with black hair, fair skin, and a handsome face, but he had an oriental appearance. He closed his eyes tightly and held a small leather whip in his hand.
However, he is now constantly spurting out solid light, spreading out layer by layer like ripples, causing the large group of sheep that were grazing on the grass to disperse in panic. Most of these lights spurt into the sky, like fountains. The accumulated rain clouds were scattered, revealing the blue sky.
Around him, there were several strong men and women wearing farmer's clothes, even holding hoes and sickles in their hands, all guarding the young man, with serious expressions, but the joy in their eyes could not be concealed.
Finally, the young man opened his eyes, and the original exciting light suddenly disappeared, turning into a thin layer of fluorescent light covering his body.
Everyone nearby immediately knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty the Pope!"
The originally black pupils of the young man called the Pope turned into light gold. He looked around and frowned slightly: "Where is this? How long has it been? Are you the only ones left?"
"It's been twenty-five years!" The old priest in the church raised his head and reported: "This is Francis Island, the farthest from the mainland among the prepared secluded islands. As soon as we find your reincarnation, we will take you there immediately I came here and have been protecting you since you grew up."
The Pope nodded: "That's right...it's quite prudent. Now on the mainland..."
He was only halfway speaking when a blond girl appeared on the hillside not far away. She was carrying a basket covered with cloth and said with a smile on her face: "Brother Tom, I will give you a pie..."
She was only halfway through speaking when she was startled by the strange movements of a group of people on the grass, with a look of confusion on her face: "Uncle Gabriel, Uncle Uriel, Father Peter... what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. A sheep got lost. My uncles helped me find it." The original solemnity on the Pope's face disappeared and turned into a warm smile: "Is this the pie made by Aunt Linda? What is the filling today? ah?"
The other guardians around him immediately stood up and dispersed.
Now that the Pope has awakened, he naturally doesn't need everyone's protection.
"You guys were so weird just now..." The confusion on the girl's face was still there, but she no longer cared. She walked over directly and said, "It's your favorite salmon filling. I helped make it together, and added a lot of basil leaves. It’s delicious!”
With that said, she took out the pie from the basket and handed it over directly: "Eat it quickly. What does it matter if the sheep is lost? The island is so big. I will ask my uncle and aunt to help you find it later!"
The pope looked at the girl in front of him, then at the pie in his hand, and opened his mouth to take a bite. Then, his brows furrowed deeper, he chewed twice casually, and then swallowed it while holding his neck.
"Brother Tom is really hungry. Eat slowly. I have water here." The girl looked admiringly and took out the kettle from the basket.
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Time passed quickly. With the help of the girl, the sheep gathered again. The boy and the girl lay on the grass all afternoon. Together they climbed over the hillside and drove the sheep back to the village. The village was filled with smoke and the sky darkened. A few houses were lit with lights, and then the lights were extinguished one by one as time went by. Finally, the whole village fell asleep.
A ray of light flashed out of the village and into the small church on the mountain.
The church was as bright as day. During the day, the kneeling guardians gathered together. In addition to the old priest and the young nun, there were nine extremely strong guards, six men and three women.
The rays of light reunited under the statue of the Holy God and transformed into the young Pope. He regained his solemnity and said, "Okay, let's talk about the situation on the mainland."
The old priest hurriedly reported: "The Arcane Council moved much faster than we expected. Although it has only been twenty-five years, it has now basically occupied the entire continent, almost all places, provinces, cities, and opponents. After being purged by them, they created an organization called city hall, which is being established in cities one after another, taking back and controlling all cities. It is said that they will also spread rural councils in the future..."
The old priest kept talking for a long time, and finally explained the information in hand.
"What about Yang? What is he doing now?" The Pope asked directly without any frustration on his face.
"After the decisive battle that year, within five years, he was promoted to a tenth-ring arcanist and completely controlled the arcane council." The old priest said with an embarrassed look on his face: "You also know that it is difficult for our people to sneak into In the parliament, not much is known. According to the limited intelligence, he is currently exploring the void with Planck, another newly promoted nine-ring arcanist, studying vacuum quantum fluctuations and publishing them in the Journal of the Arcane Society. I have written a lot of papers, but our people’s... abilities are limited and we don’t know what they are.”
"Is it already this bad?" The pope's expression did not change, but his tone was very serious and oppressive, making people afraid to speak.
After a long silence, he continued to ask: "In addition to you, how many of our people are there on the mainland now?"
"The Arcane Council has basically ruled the continent in recent years, and there are not many places to hide, so we don't have many people." The old priest said carefully: "Now that we count, there are less than two people who can do things. Thousands of people. In addition, there are five thousand faceless men from the Trial House on Helena Island, which is closer to the mainland, led by Judge Kamala. In addition, the Arcane Council of the Abyss Guards in the west has not moved. , I just sent a regiment of almost 10,000 arcanists to help guard it, but other than that, there is nothing else."
"There are only a few people left..." the Pope sighed with emotion, and fell silent again, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I think we should just open the seal of the abyss! Use up the power of the Arcane Council first!" Michael couldn't help the low pressure in his tone, and was the first to make suggestions.
"It makes no sense." The Pope was not angry and shook his head in denial: "The Abyss Guards have guarded the Abyss for generations. This is the mission my father gave them. They may not listen to me. In addition, the monsters in the Abyss are not as powerful as you think. How much of their power can be consumed, and Yang is already ten rings, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to rush into the abyss and face the demon lord directly."
"Oh, by the way, the information just received today!" the old priest reported again, directly talking about the key point: "Another Cathayian appeared, less than a month ago, and he is now studying at the Arcane Academy in Golden Halberd City. But there is a nine-ring arcanist protecting you secretly!”
"There is another one? This shouldn't be the case!" For the first time, the pope's voice had violent mood swings: "What's his name?"
"It is said that he used to use the pseudonym of Leon Leonardo, and later, he called himself Li."
"This is wrong, it's impossible..." The Pope frowned and muttered to himself: "This is different from what my father told me!"
(End of chapter)
