Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 339 The Fall of the Pope

In the seventh year since the founding of the Earth Church, the city of Tahrir has been plunged into unbearable suffering.

Their Pope has gone mad.

As His Holiness the Pope waved his hand, the city walls and houses that were originally meant to protect the people collapsed in an instant, bricks and tiles falling, causing countless deaths and injuries—but no matter how they shouted or pleaded, their Pope remained indifferent.

"Purify... You should all return to the earth!"

As the Pope, who was flying in mid-air, raised his hands high, a huge crack appeared in the earth. The crack seemed to be about to swallow Tahrir!
This also led those who originally worshipped the Earth Church to utter despair.

In the Church of the Earth's narrative, they are all children of the earth, yet this power from the earth is now being used against them.

Is there anyone else who can save them?
Who else is willing to help them?

"Have!"

It was at this moment that someone suddenly came to their senses.

"Woodwalker! Woodwalker will definitely come to save us!"

Upon hearing this, the previously panicked people suddenly felt as if they had found a pillar of support.

Although the panic in their hearts had not yet subsided under the threat of death, they all felt that the wooden man who had protected them for seven years would surely come to their rescue.

At this moment, they had even forgotten how cruel the monsters and the Serpent Cult under that wooden figure were when it was still the World Tree. Even if some of the older people still remembered, it was no longer that important—after all, those were done by the monsters and the Serpent Cult, not by the World Tree. In the past seven years, the former World Tree had become the current Wood Walker, and that wooden figure had proven itself through its actions.

"So this time, he will definitely save us too."

The people of Tahrir all thought the same thing.

Driven by this wish, the wooden figure, which had been completely still, actually came to life.

"What...is this doing?"

The Seed of Creation, which had just descended upon the consciousness, was stunned. Its brain, filled with plant fibers, was completely unable to comprehend what had happened—in its eyes, these natives had already been sidelined and even established some kind of Earth Church.

But now, this...

"How did they start fighting?"

The Wood Walker's eyes were filled with confusion.

While the wooden figure was confused, Pope Habissa II in mid-air was not confused at all. The moment the wooden figure started to move, he had already locked onto this mortal enemy.

"Having chosen not to run away, do you still dare to come up to me on your own initiative?"

In mid-air, Pope Habisa II, with his wings of light on his back, sneered.

"Then I'll show you the power of the earth!"

The soil that was originally buried under the bricks and tiles suddenly shot out like a sharp sword, tearing apart the wooden figure's limbs in an instant.

Such an attack naturally couldn't harm the World Tree in the slightest, but it gave Habisa II a great deal of pleasure—he wanted to tear the monster's body apart, shatter its soul, and crush everything about it!
"I brought all of this to fruition! I accomplished all of this! I have always dedicated myself to the earth! It was me! It was me!"

Habisa II waved his hand again and again, and the churning earth transformed into incomparably sharp blades, cleaving the wooden figure's body open time and time again.

However, such attacks were indeed unable to destroy the World Tree's clone. Countless roots had already grown from the broken ends of the wooden figure, but even though these remains were rapidly repairing themselves, they still couldn't keep up with those deadly slashes.

In just a few moments, the wooden figure had shattered into countless fragments, and even its wriggling roots could no longer maintain their shape. This brutal battle filled the onlookers with despair.

They had thought that as long as the Wood Walker came, they would be saved, and as long as the wooden figure moved, they would survive—but now it seemed that the wooden figure on which they had placed their hopes might not even survive itself.

Compared to Pope Hapisa II, the wooden figure's power was far too weak.

This immediately disappointed everyone present. After all, this was the World Tree, once the source of all evil. No matter how you looked at it, it shouldn't have lost to Pope Hapisa II. But right now, right in front of them, this wooden figure was being wantonly destroyed by Hapisa II, like a helpless child.

What exactly happened in the past seven years that brought the World Tree, which could be called a demon king, to this state?

"It...is doing things for us."

It was at this moment that everyone finally remembered what the former World Tree, now the Wood Walker, had been doing over the past seven years.

For seven years, the wooden man did things for them almost every day, needing almost nothing except a little food.

Seven years of perseverance—who knows how much energy that took?

And now, it's only natural that this wooden figure has become like this.

"It became weaker because of us..."

Thinking of this, some people have already begun to pray.

Although they didn't know if their prayers would be effective, the wooden figure was their only hope at the moment—they just hoped it could recover and become as powerful as the World Tree had been.

Even if it means rebuilding its roots, as long as it can become as strong as the World Tree was back then, they are willing to pray for it and give their all for it.

After all, their wonderful life today is all thanks to the wooden man.

"Stand up...stand up again, just for us!"

Accompanied by such prayers, the fallen wooden figure gradually rose into the air.

Lightforged wings formed on the wooden figure's back, signifying unparalleled power.

"Varied……"

On the other side of the sky, Pope Habisa II suddenly turned his head—in fact, even without turning his head, he could feel his power constantly draining away.

The power that should have belonged to him, the immense power capable of changing the world, is constantly slipping away, and the radiant wings that should have remained behind him are also gradually disappearing.

His wings gradually disappeared, while new wings of light were gradually forming behind the wooden figure.

"How could this be... How could this be! Why you! How could it be you!"

Habisa II, who fell from mid-air, had eyes that looked like they were about to burst.

He was the one who was born on this planet, and he was the one who always longed for the earth!
Why did this power not choose him, but instead chose the traitor who betrayed the land?

"If you ask me that... I don't know either."

Feeling the surging power filling its body and mind, even the Seed of Creation was stunned.

How did the power suddenly shift to its side?

It didn't do anything at all!
(End of this chapter)