Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 345 The Difference in Routes

When the then Pope Hapisa II came to them, the Seed of Creation was still diligently studying the past.

Those past events, those stories that once happened on this land, were originally not that important, and no one would have cared about them, but only the Seed of Creation saw this hidden knowledge as extremely useful.

"Past events can influence present judgments; making good choices in the present is essential to seeing a clearer future."

Through continuous learning, the Seed of Creation has even gradually developed its own logical system.

This pleased Du Yi, who was leaning on his shoulder, and he naturally shared all his knowledge in his teaching.

"So... what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of Habisa II, both the Seed of Creation and Du Yi raised their heads simultaneously.

Flames burned on Habisa II's mercury-like body, and within those flames burned an unparalleled ambition and domineering spirit. Just standing in mid-air, this tall humanoid figure already looked terrifyingly powerful.

but……

There are two of them on their side.

Du Yi and the Seed of Creation exchanged a glance, both feeling an indescribable absurdity in each other's hearts—neither of them actually had a deep impression of this so-called former pope.

so……

"Are you going to challenge both of us?"

After thinking for a moment, the Seed of Creation finally asked a question.

"Are you serious? Perhaps you should leave."

The Seed of Creation no longer has such a strong desire to kill, or rather, it never had any desire to kill at all from the beginning. For a seed to understand what hatred and killing are is a bit too much to ask.

However, it is clear that these things were extremely easy for Habisa II to understand.

Hatred filled Habisa II's mind; he wished he could tear the evil stake and the evil ancient serpent to pieces on the spot. But even so, he still had some basic rationality and knew that fighting in the city would result in too many deaths and injuries.

Although he himself had almost personally caused the destruction of the entire city's inhabitants before, now that he had the power, he should try to save as much population as possible.

"Let's find a place where it's just the two of us."

With that, Habisa II soared into the sky and flew into the distance.

This caused Seed of Creation and Du Yi to exchange another glance.

Clearly, they were all somewhat unable to understand what this so-called former pope was up to.

"are you going?"

Du Yi thought for a moment, then asked a question.

"It looks like they're challenging you to a fight."

"I won't engage in such a pointless battle; it's too much of a waste of time."

The Seed of Creation shook its head; its brain, filled with woody fibers, was not yet capable of understanding such complex matters.

“However… Father, he also seems to be provoking you.”

"I'm not free either."

Du Yi also shook his head.

He had never been particularly interested in fighting, especially since the gap between the two sides was simply too vast; if a fight were to break out, the outcome would be a foregone conclusion. Compared to such a pointless battle, he was currently more inclined to continue recounting past events to the Seed of Creation.

Perhaps it's because he's getting a bit old, but he's currently quite enthusiastic about raising this godson.

What will you look like?

Looking at the wooden figure in front of him, Du Yi was filled with anticipation.

This left Habisa II, who was waiting outside, empty-handed.

Habisa II originally just wanted to find a secluded place and have a great battle, just like those earth-shattering and terrifying battles of ancient times, with both sides unleashing their full power—but who could have imagined that his opponent would not come out at all, leaving him to wait for three days and three nights on the border of the empire.

This was simply making a fool of him, and Habisa II could not tolerate it under any circumstances.

"You forced me to this..."

Habisa II gritted his teeth.

If the enemy avoids the area, then he has no one to blame but himself. It seems that those damned wooden stakes are indeed evil enough, even intending to use the entire population of Tahrir as human shields.

Does that evil wooden stake really think that as long as it has enough hostages, it will be unable to move?
"For justice, for the land beneath our feet... you should all die together!"

With that thought in mind, Habisa II returned to the outskirts of the city.

As Habisa II clasped his hands together, the earth trembled once more. However, this time, what enveloped the city was not the cracked earth, but burning flames.

The flame ignited by will is no ordinary flame; it is more like melting than burning. It leaves nothing but desolation in its wake, and even unburnable bricks and tiles melt away under its heat.

But no one died.

As the flames appeared, endless roots spread across the city, their black and gold patterns twisting and turning like snakes, quickly forming a canopy that completely enveloped the entire city.

The raging flames, capable of instantly melting bricks and rubble, could not burn through the twisted and gnarled roots. At most, they could only char the roots black, but could not immediately turn them into charcoal.

Clearly, there is also some kind of power on these roots.

That was the power of consciousness; Habisa II could sense that these roots were themselves an extension of some kind of will.

Just like his raging flames.

"You still came out!"

Habisa II burst into laughter.

"Then I'll show you my power!"

Taking a deep breath, Hapisa II clenched his fist with one hand.

The spell, which could only be used three times, was used, and dazzling wings of light once again unfurled behind Habisa II. That was his strongest self, when he was enjoying the worship of the masses. And now, under that unknown incantation, he actually crossed time and returned to his strongest form!

After those wings of light unfolded, the power of the flames suddenly increased several times over.

Several times, even dozens or hundreds of times, although it still looks like flames, its destructive power has increased many times over—it is the extreme concentration of will, the expectation of millions of people, to drive out the beings that are poisoning this planet without leaving a single one alive. This was their common vision!
And now, this vision and this power have found the most suitable way to express themselves.

Eight wings of light ignited with raging flames, releasing unprecedented heat. Immense power filled Habisa II's body and mind, making him appear like a true god at this moment!

"How are you feeling! How are you feeling?!"

In mid-air, Habisa II burst into wild laughter.

(End of this chapter)