The Pope of Saint Reel, this human god, slowly stood up from the throne.

His body was unusually small, the large papal robe dragging on the ground, covered in white ash, swirling black fog on his wrinkled face, and pure black eyes reflecting his dark, corrupted soul.

He did not unleash any spiritual energy, yet his majesty filled the heavens and earth, as if a being more enormous than the universe stood before them.

Beside him, Takxis's roaring sound instantly stopped, as if the broken spiritual energy core generator halted its struggle. His eyes were wide open, heavy breathing like a broken bellows tearing at Rod's ears.

At this moment, Rod felt he was not much different from Takxis.

The creature is the manifestation of chaos, a collection of disorder, without will, only residual instinct. It will never communicate with humans, will not use any language, only roar or whisper meaninglessly.

But this is definitely not repetitive murmuring, nor could it be an illusion from a soul.

Otherwise, in the dream realm, how could the Book of Knowledge, doll, Asa, Book of the Future, observing the environment through his soul, fall into this?

Could it be...

The Pope of Saint Reel still has intellect?

He hasn't been completely corrupted?

Rod immediately thought of the reborn flesh Ancient God and Starry Queen.

They are also deeply corrupted, yet still retain a shred of spirit's rationality.

However, this is because they used the purest star source which sheltered their spirit, letting it remain independent outside the river of time, thus avoiding disaster.

At the moment of their return, souls not belonging to this era quickly fell apart.

Yet the Pope before them was entirely different; his dark soul was no different from fallen creatures, yet he communicated with them!

"Pope, Your Holiness!"

Takxis shouted frantically.

"Is it you? Is it you? Is it you?"

The Pope's black eyes looked calmly at him, even Rod felt the hint of a smile at his mouth.

"It is me, Takxis, you are not in an illusion, this is not my residual instinct's repetitive meaningless noise, the Pope of White Sect, Saint Reel's King, O'Sullivan is speaking with you."

On Takxis's rugged face, tears flowed down, his voice already hoarse: "Your Holiness, you are actually still here, you are still here, but, but everything, everything... is finished, Saint Reel has already been destroyed, do you know?"

The Pope said calmly: "I know, the Sea of No Light has broken, the abyss is tilting, humans are about to face a catastrophic disaster."

His gaze turned to Rod.

"I also know, another team from Fire King City has arrived at Saint Reel. They saved many people, killed many creatures, laid hero Safuk to rest, and found this place."

"Thank you, Troli's Invincible War God, Rod."

Rod felt his mouth couldn't move, nothing turned out as he had expected.

"Pope, Your Holiness, you, you now..."

He suddenly couldn't find words to replace the overly sharp terms "corruption" and "decline."

The Pope seemed to understand his meaning, said calmly: "My current state is incomprehensible to you, but let me tell you in simple terms, I am corrupted, darkness has completely devoured my soul, I am the strongest person in Saint Reel, and also the strongest creature in this land, but now I reside in a special state, the stars shelter me, immense active energy is acting on my body, allowing me to maintain my sanity, but this state cannot last long."

"I have been here waiting for you, waiting for someone to enter the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground... I did not expect you to be the first to enter, Takxis, I am pleased, Rod, I am glad."

Rod exclaimed: "You, you know..."

The Pope smiled: "Due to special reasons, I cannot leave here, unable to send messages outside, Spirit Barrier isolates everything, but cannot isolate my inspiration."

"My spirit can sense everything happening on this land, during these despairing one hundred and nine days, my spirit has always been with you, the despair, pain, sorrow you experience I have also experienced."

Takxis's face twisted, eyes red, voice extremely strained like clouds before a storm.

"Why is all this? What is your crisis? Why did you do it?"

The Pope put away his smile, his tone became deep.

"This is the fate of destruction, this is the only way."

"The true disaster comes from the stars, terrifying pollution will be released from our sun, doomsday crisis will descend beneath the starry moon."

"Through these millions of years, black fog has already eroded to the outer layer of the Spirit Realm, in those unspeakable high-position space gaps, sun, moon, stars have all been polluted, the starry sky is no longer pure, but becomes the source of terror."

"When the great pollution from the starry sky descends, there is not a sliver of possibility left in this world, I gamble everything, go to the outer Spirit Realm, trying to block that horrific pollution from falling."

"I succeeded and failed, the creatures formed by great pollution were beaten back into the space fracture by me, but I was also severely corrupted, and this is only temporary, the pollution of the Sea of Source is feeding back to the world, the horror of star space will ultimately descend, this is an irreversible eternal tide, no power can stop its descent."

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