Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 177 Bishop Rune: I will never protect those with heterochromatic eyes. 1.4 billion loyalists! (High quality)

"Elise, hold me!"

The moment the floor collapsed, Xia Mingyu tightly embraced the petite silver-haired girl.

Hua Hua Hua.

The towering bookshelves collapsed, and countless heavy books rained down on the two falling figures.

Snapped!
Xia Mingyu snapped his fingers with all his might, using the hand that was wrapped around the girl's slender waist.

The next moment, a beautiful red rose suddenly sprouted on the still intact floor of the library.

Then, just as the bookshelf and the books were about to hit them, their figures suddenly disappeared, replaced by a newly sprouted red rose.

boom!
"Phew, thankfully there's no one in the room downstairs."

Xia Mingyu lay on the floor, supporting himself with his hands on the floorboards. He looked at the messy room below the large hole in the distance and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I seem to have caused you trouble again."

Elise lay on his chest, her doll-like face now showing an expression of guilt so intense she was on the verge of tears.

"It's alright, as long as everyone's safe," Xia Mingyu comforted him, while he was secretly alarmed by the power of the Honkai Echo spell.

The ability to disintegrate everything through touch is already incredibly powerful, but to have it continue to spread is astounding. Theoretically, if magic power were infinite, wouldn't it be able to destroy the entire world?
While this is certainly impossible, it undoubtedly demonstrates the immense potential of this magic.

No wonder, its magic pattern is just as complex as the magic pattern of the extreme cold purgatory.

boom!
Just then, the oak door of the library was kicked open, and two tall figures imbued with magic appeared in the doorway.

"Your Highness, what has happened!"

Roy shouted anxiously, but when he saw the scene inside the library, he was stunned.

The noble prince was lying on the floor, while a beautiful silver-haired girl sat on him in a very suggestive position, her pretty face flushed.
This...this sounds just like what his wife likes to do most at night!

"Let's go, Your Highness is alright, let's get out of here quickly."

Thinking that he shouldn't spoil His Highness's enjoyment, Roy grabbed Karen, who was still in a daze beside him, and turned to leave, not forgetting to close the door as he did so.

"What? You're saying she's your daughter!"

"Gods above, my dear brother-in-law, how should I address you from now on?"

Hearing Roy's loud voice outside the door, Xia Mingyu's mouth twitched, feeling that his lifelong reputation was ruined.

"Elise, come with me."

After gently pushing the soft girl off his chest, Xia Mingyu stood up again and spoke.

Since he couldn't hide it from the Church of Storms, he needed to meet with someone.

Dusk City, the headquarters of the Storm Church branch.

Bishop Rune, dressed in pajamas, sank his obese body into the soft bed, so comfortable that he even hummed softly.

Although this time of night is too early for most people, Bishop Rune's life motto is that sleep is a blessing bestowed upon everyone by the gods, and everyone, whether a high-ranking monarch or a poor commoner, can enjoy this pleasure to the fullest.

Therefore, sleeping when there was something to do and sleeping when there was nothing to do became his daily routine.

Boom boom boom!
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he was suddenly awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Your Excellency, we have a visitor." The doorman's urgent voice came from outside the door.

"Peter, didn't I say that I should refuse any visitors after I fall asleep? Don't you want your salary this month?!"

Bishop Rune, his sweet dream shattered, pounded the mattress with both hands and roared in exasperation.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, followed by the doorman's hesitant voice:
"But this time, it's the person you personally received last time, Mr. Mingyu."

"Quickly, invite him to the reception room immediately. I'll go get dressed right now!"

Before the doorman could finish speaking, Bishop Rune nimbly leaped out of bed. Without even bothering to change his pajamas, he simply pulled a robe from the wardrobe and put it on.

living room.

Beneath the ceiling made of stained glass windows, a copper chandelier filled with candles casts a soft, bright glow.

When Bishop Rune rushed over and saw the familiar black-haired youth, a bright smile instantly appeared on his round face, and he involuntarily bent over.

Rune swore in his heart that even if his own god appeared before him, he could not show a more genuine smile than he did at this moment.

"Your Highness Mingyu, it is truly an unforgettable honor for me, the bishop, to have you grace us with your presence at the church once again!"

"Please sit a little longer so that I may bask in your glory."

After greeting Xia Mingyu with a smile, Bishop Rune finally noticed the silver-haired girl next to him.

"It's been a long time, little Elise. How is your father, my brother Karen,?"

His eyes lit up, and he was about to speak enthusiastically when he suddenly noticed something different about Elise.

Magic, aura, a sense of crisis. The once frail girl gave him a completely different feeling, as if she had undergone some kind of sublimation.

Looking at Elise's heterochromatic eyes, and recalling His Highness's sudden late-night visit with her, Bishop Rune immediately had a terrible thought.

"Little Elise, have you already broken through to the Morning Star rank?" Rune asked tremulously, sweat beading on his forehead.

Upon seeing Elise nod hesitantly, Rune felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted.

“Your Excellency, I have come here to resolve this matter,” Xia Mingyu said.

"I can't help you, Your Highness. The order to capture the heterochromatic individuals at the Morning Star level was personally given by His Holiness the Pope. There's nothing I can do about it!"

Run waved his hands frantically.

He was just a minor bishop, and the fact that he had managed to cover for Elise until now without reporting it to the church was already the best he could do.

If he tries to protect Elise, who has already been promoted to the Morning Star rank, he might be the one burned at the stake by the Church first!

“Moreover, there’s a divination compass in Windrise City that can locate people with heterochromia, and it might already be ringing,” Rune explained.

“I already know this from Elise. Since it’s inevitable that someone from Windbreak City will come, I hope you can help me keep them calm and find out their attitude before informing me,” Xia Mingyu said softly.

If the newcomer is a paladin who is carrying out the Pope's orders and is determined to eliminate those with heterochromia at all costs, then he will have no choice but to lead his men in a desperate battle.

If the other party isn't so rigid, and is as flexible and adaptable as Bishop Rune in front of us, then we can talk before the battle begins, and if necessary, reveal his 1.4 billion blessings.
Upon hearing this, Bishop Rune finally stopped waving his hands frantically, and his expression became hesitant.

If it's just about keeping the arresting officers calm and probing their attitude, it's not that hard to accept.

Although there are still some risks, it is not to the point that they would necessarily have to be burned at the stake.

So, should he grant this noble prince's request?
Rune was caught in a dilemma.

“Your Excellency, if you grant me this request, I swear to God that when I return to my kingdom, you will be the first priest I allow to preach there.”

Seeing the struggle on the bishop's face, Xia Mingyu thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Of course, I don't know if the police station will agree or not," he silently added to himself.

Rune: “???”

What?! I am the first person from the Western Continent to spread Christianity to the Eastern Continent!
The thought of his name being etched in history books, such as the day in which the Western Continent priest Ruen was the first to set foot on the Eastern Continent to legally preach, and the countless people numbering as many as 1.4 billion.

As if by magic, the struggle on Bishop Rune's face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedentedly resolute expression.

“Your Highness, there is no need to swear an oath. Your reputation is as enduring as the stars in the sky. How could I dare to have the slightest doubt?” “Besides, I watched little Iris grow up. I know she is a kind and good child. Even if His Holiness the Pope gives the order, I think God would never watch such a child be tied to the stake and suffer the pain of being burned alive.”

"In short, I've saved little Iris!" Bishop Rune declared firmly.

Although both of his legs were trembling slightly.

at the same time.

Middle-earth, Storm's End, the holy city of the Church of Storms, the Church of Flowing Clouds.

On the spire of the main church building, the silver compass, which served as a weather vane, suddenly began to tremble violently. After spinning rapidly several times, its needle finally pointed firmly to the south.

This unusual activity was quickly reported to His Holiness the Pope by believers who happened to be passing by at night and noticed it.

“Let my son Osirion go to the Southern Territory; he just broke through to the Crescent Moon realm,” the Pope said.

A moment later, the man known as "Blade of the Rending Wind" whistled as he mounted his mount, Sith—a hurricane eagle that had been promoted to a named magical beast.

Boo!
The Hurricane Eagle let out a sharp cry, its huge, azure wings slamming down, creating a surging wave of air.

Using this recoil force, it carried the man who was pretending to be asleep on its back and soared into the sky, like a blue meteor streaking across the dark night.

"Enemy at the Morning Star level is really uninspiring. It seems like there's no one in the entire Southern Territory who can fight me."

"Ah, if only I could fight that Son of the Sun to the death, even if I were killed by him, it would be worth my life to comprehend a higher level of swordsmanship before I die."

On the eagle's back, with his long hair flying, the man felt the refreshing wind blowing against his face and muttered to himself, resting his chin on his hand.

He is Osirion, son of the current pope of the Church of Storms. He is known to all as a sword fanatic, whose blade can even tear apart the howling wind.

Time flew by like flowing water, and Xia Mingyu's daily routine consisted of learning magic with Iris in the library, tasting the delicacies sent by Anlia, and occasionally enjoying the wonderful performances of the monster circus actors in the courtyard and applauding them.

With Elise by his side day and night, even the dry magic book became somewhat interesting for Xia Mingyu to read.

During that time, when the leader of the magicians first encountered Iris, he was stunned for a long time, his expression seemingly full of confusion, until Helena next to him tugged at his sleeve and brought him back to his senses.

Afterwards, Rune asked Elise if she would like to join the circus, but before he could finish speaking, Helena, who could no longer tolerate him, forcibly dragged him away with her six arms.

He stared at the little girl for a long time and even asked her if she wanted to come along. He was acting like a pervert!
Their circus troupe is so fortunate to live here so happily thanks to His Highness's blessings. It would be too embarrassing if they were expelled because of the troupe leader's conduct!
More than a week later.

north.

In a village.

The young man with short, silver hair leaned against the corner of the wall. He glanced at Dorothy, who had just been given out porridge and was surrounded by a group of grateful children not far away, and punched the wall behind him in frustration.

boom!
Sawdust was flying.

Although he didn't use much force, he still managed to smash a large hole in the wooden wall instantly.

“Young Master Kane, please be gentle when you pound on the wall. This house is inhabited.”

Seeing this, Ariel spoke up to remind him, then he rubbed his forehead and stared at the hole in the wall for a long time, seemingly thinking of a way to repair it.

“I’m saying, are we really just going to stand by and watch that woman keep doing this? At this rate, when will we ever get back to Polar City?”

Kane questioned him with a face full of dissatisfaction.

On their return journey, whenever they encountered a village suffering from famine, Dorothy would stop to distribute food to the villagers, which greatly slowed down their travel speed.

“I don’t dislike this approach,” Ariel replied calmly as she repaired the hole with the wooden plank she had just whittled with her sword.

“If you find this troublesome, Mr. Kane, you may go back first. I will take her back to Arctic City.”

Abandon the mission objective and slink back alone?!
Kane could already picture his father's mocking gaze at that moment.

Feeling even more agitated, he chose to distance himself from Ariel and Dorothy, and went to sit alone under a big tree at the entrance of the village, lost in thought.

Tapping.

A series of light footsteps approached. Kane had already sensed this, but the extremely faint life force of the other party, which seemed to be extinguished at any moment, made him unable to be on guard.

"Big brother, here are some flowers for you!"

She was a skinny little girl, so delicate that a gust of wind could blow her away.

However, a bright smile appeared on her sallow face, and she presented Kane with a pure white wreath woven from unknown wildflowers.

"Why did you give me this?" Kane asked expressionlessly.

He'd seen plenty of these scheming little devils trying to curry favor with him.

"Actually, I originally wanted to give it to that pretty older sister, but there were too many people on her side and I couldn't squeeze through, so I gave it to you, big brother," the little girl said, scratching the back of her head a little shyly.

Kane: "."

So it turns out it was something others didn't want that they gave me?

The silver-haired youth almost lost his composure, his usually stern expression faltering.

He reluctantly accepted the wreath, intending to discard it once he was out of the girl's sight.

"Why don't you go and eat the noodles and porridge that woman brought? It's free," Kane asked, puzzled.

He remembered clearly that the little brat hadn't appeared at all when the porridge was being distributed earlier, and the life force emanating from her, which seemed ready to dissipate at any moment, undoubtedly confirmed this.

"I'm going to die anyway, so I won't fight with everyone for food. Maybe that way, one more person will survive," the little girl said with a bright smile.

This guy... he knew he was going to die!
Tch, he's about to die and he doesn't even know to go out for a good meal and enjoy himself. He deserves to live such a miserable life.

Kane silently despised the girl's foolishness in his heart.

“My parents starved to death before that woman came. They said they would wait for me in the underworld. I really want to see them again.”

The girl spoke to herself, then hesitated for a long time before slowly saying:

"Big brother, there's actually another reason why I gave you the flower wreath."

"I see you seem unhappy about the older sister distributing food. I'm so sorry to have enjoyed your precious food!"

The little girl bowed deeply to Kane, her frail body almost collapsing.

He didn't eat any food, yet he apologized on behalf of the villagers. Is this guy even human?

Kane was taken aback.

"Goodbye, big brother! I'm going to find my mom and dad now. You should go home too!"

As if she had finally put her mind at ease, the little girl waved happily at him, then turned and skipped towards the wooden house.

And the life force emanating from her began to gradually dissipate.

The silver-haired youth fell silent. He glanced at the wreath in his hand, which he had unknowingly crushed, and a strange tremor rose in his heart.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the little girl and, under her terrified gaze, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

"Hey, you damn weakling, don't think you can go back to your mother so easily."

"This world is cruel, so keep struggling!" Kane sneered.

Gudongdong.

He forced down the throat of a liquid that carried the fragrance of moonflower.

(End of this chapter)