I am the heroine's godfather!

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Loran bit her fingertip and used her blood as ink to draw a magic circle in the void.

"Stop him!"

The roots of the dying pope pierced his own heart, and the gushing, corrupt blood condensed into a shield in the air. The fallen pope broke free of the cross, and another eyeball exploded, transforming into a giant, deep purple hand that pressed down on Loran.

But Loran's magic was already complete.

"Fire, the end of all things, the beginning of calamity, descends upon you, and destroys you."

"Heavenly fire is falling!"

The night sky was suddenly torn apart as burning meteorites pierced through the clouds.

This was a spell that Loran had used before, when he faced the irrational Abyss Walker with Lucifer.

But that time, to prevent the neighboring villages from being affected, Loran didn't unleash his full power. Today, however, this seventh-tier forbidden spell is truly showing its true power!

Loran's figure blurred in the shadow of the meteorite; the giant claw shattered only its afterimage. The shockwave from the meteorite's impact sent the two popes flying, and a deep crater was smashed into the ruins of the altar; everything was reduced to annihilation.

"madman!"

The Fallen Pope coughed up blood: "Aren't you afraid of implicating Tinaq?"

"Ah......"

Loran's figure slowly appeared. Dealing with two half-crippled saints still couldn't completely satisfy him.

Alas, how lonely it is to be invincible.

Of course, Loran only dared to think about this; he would never say it aloud. He was afraid that Adams would mutter, "Who dares to claim invincibility? Who dares to say they are undefeated!" and then come over and beat him up.

If that's the case, Loran will have no choice but to go to Messiah.

Hurry to the Holy City and ask for Messiah Buddha!

While thinking this, Loran did not take their lives, but instead looked into the shadows to the side.

"Come out."

"......Clap clap clap".

Applause erupted, and a man in an alchemical robe stepped forward, looking somewhat listless: "As expected of the Holy Maiden acting in this era, your strength is truly formidable... Could you please show mercy and spare my two colleagues?"

"Binge, mind your own business!!!"

Chapter 192 A Temporary End

In the burning meteorite crater, Pope Gluttony stood lazily in front of Loran, his hands tucked into his wide alchemical robes, looking no different from any other normal alchemist.

"Binge! Mind your own business!!!"

The Fallen Pope's shrill voice rang out. The Gluttonous Pope picked his ear with his little finger and glanced at the Fallen Pope with a hint of helplessness: "Quiet, Katieu."

Then the shrill sound fell completely silent, and the fallen pope was already looking at him with angry eyes.

Loran's Holy Tribunal remained unsheathed, its tip leaving scorching marks on the ground: "The Gluttonous Pope... or rather, the Alchemist of No Form?"

"Ah, yes, it's me. You can call me whatever you like."

The Gluttonous Pope did not exude any violent aura, which was completely incongruous with his identity as an evil god pope.

But Loran did not lower his guard. Instead, he sneered, "Let them go? Why should I? I could even leave you here with them."

This wasn't just Loran making things up. He still had 50% of his magic power remaining, and he hadn't used Messiah's blessing. Besides, Estia and Lesteen were not far from here.

Regardless of whether Pope Gluttony has any way to escape, Loran should have no problem killing Popes Apoptosis and Fallen.

"Of course, of course, the basic principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange, and that is the same everywhere."

Pope Gluttony laughed, then snapped his fingers, and a strange barrier enveloped Loran and him.

Exquisite alchemy.

Loran narrowed her eyes. The level of this alchemical barrier was extremely high, at least stronger than that of Loran's alchemy teacher, Granny Baron.

However, the barrier was not very strong, and Loran secretly calculated how many moves it would take to break it.

"Ah, no need to worry, Lord Lorian."

The Pope of Gluttony's somewhat listless voice rang out: "It's just to separate my two colleagues for the sake of facilitating our transaction."

"trade?"

"Yes."

Pope Gluttony nodded: "Two pieces of information in exchange for their lives."

"Ah......"

Loran sneered: "I'm rather curious about information that's worth the lives of two saints."

"But why should I believe you?"

Upon hearing Lorian's question, Pope Gluttony said, "Of course, you can ask Lord Lorian to review the intelligence first before considering whether it is worthwhile."

"Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word?"

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Pope Gluttony shrugged: "I can't beat you, I'll just have to go back and report to Adams."

Loran narrowed his eyes.

This is a threat.

If Adams were to arrive now, Loran and the Elf Forest would definitely be unable to withstand him, and in the end, they would have to ask Messiah for help.

But as I said before, it's unnecessary.

Messiah's identity is far too important; no one can bear the consequences of something happening to her. Therefore, even if there is only a sliver of a possibility, Loran will not gamble on it.

"Ah......"

After weighing the options, Loran smiled and said, "In that case, tell me about it."

"The first piece of intelligence."

Pope Gluttony took out a memory crystal and threw it into the air. A strange altar appeared on the screen: "You should already know about the existence of this altar. Indeed, this altar is very similar to the altar of the demon race, but the two are not the same in essence."

"The purpose of the demon race's altars is to enhance individual strength, and this has the same effect, however..."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The most fundamental purpose is... to mold Adams into the perfect vessel for divine intervention."

Loran's pupils contracted slightly, and Pope Gluttony continued, "Only a God-Sent One can fight against a God-Sent One, so once the plan succeeds, I think the Vatican will only have one option to deal with it."

"...Let Messiah perform a divine descent."

Loran remained silent for a long time before speaking.

Pope Gluttony smiled and said, "That's right. As for the fate of those who descend into divine possession, I think I don't need to elaborate, do I?"

“The vessel that the gods descended to will die after one ritual.”

"Yes."

Pope Gluttony nodded and then asked, "What does Lord Lorian think of this intelligence?"

"......Can."

Loran had to admit that this intelligence was indeed very important.

"Alright, here's the second piece of information."

Pope Gluttony continued, "Lord Lorian, do you understand us?"

The question seemed rather cryptic. Loran frowned and asked, "Seven Holy Knights of the Nation?"

"Yes, that's right, seven Holy Knights of the Nation—of course, there are only six now."

That's true, after all, the Dragon of Destiny is dead.

Pope Gluttony continued, "The six of us have each served as one of the six popes of the Church of the Evil Gods, but there are seven Evil Gods."

He laughed: "There is another evil god, without an agent."

洛兰愣了一秒，随后反应了过来：“什么意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】？”

"The meaning is that every day, a book is sent to the group [6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8]. Yes, that evil god, that 'Sleeper,' needs a proxy."

"And the most suitable candidate is naturally the one we are missing, the one who has been sleeping for a thousand years."

Loran's pupils constricted instantly: "You know that the Dragon of Destiny didn't die back then?"

"of course."

Pope Gluttony nodded and said, “I know that she didn’t die back then, but fell into a deep sleep. I also know that she is dead now. Of course, I also know that she left behind the seeds of new life.”

"..."

“'Olivia,' right?”

Pope Gluttony laughed: "I think it wouldn't be very interesting if Adams and the others found out about her existence—after all, I don't know what would happen if we gathered seven agents together."

"..."

Loran frowned and looked at Pope Gluttony: "But why did you keep it from them?"

If he knew back then that the Dragon of Destiny wasn't dead, why didn't he tell Adams? Although the Dragon of Destiny had broken through to the eighth rank at that time, her strength was still far inferior to Adams'. So the question is, why didn't he tell Adams?

Even if he had lingered on past relationships back then, what about now? Now that the Dragon of Destiny is dead, and the "Sleeper" himself said that the Dragon of Destiny needs to act as his proxy, why is he still hiding it?

"Well, that's the price for that."

"...Oh well, whatever."

Loran sighed and said, "The intelligence is indeed enough to exchange for those two lives. The deal is done."

“Thank you for your patronage!”

Pope Gluttony snapped his fingers, the barrier gradually dissipated, and his figure gradually blurred, leaving behind a sentence that floated in the air: "Bonus information—Adams' next target is the demon race."

The barrier dissipated, and the two popes, Fallen and Apopted, who had been lying there, were nowhere to be seen.

Loran closed his eyes, as if trying to sense something, but to no avail.

It seems that the tracking magic he had previously placed on the two people was destroyed by Pope Gluttony.

Well, at least for now, it seems the Church of Evil Gods will withdraw its troops.

Chapter 193 Celebration

As the tender shoots of the ancient elven tree pierced through the decaying bark, the first rays of dawn fell precisely on the emerald dome of the elven palace.

Estia stood beside the revived sacred tree, her fingertips lightly touching the newly sprouted leaves. Emerald light flowed into her body along the veins, bathing her in a moonlight-like glow.

"You guys did a great job."

The figure of the Elf Queen slowly emerged, her face somewhat pale.

"Mother, are you alright?"

Estia asked with concern, and the Elf Queen shook her head: "It's just that I'm not used to it yet... It's nothing."

She looked towards the outskirts of Tina City, where the two popes, Apoptosis and Fall, had vanished without a trace.

"Oh, I see. Those two guys have already retreated."

The Elf Queen shook her head, then raised her scepter, and a soft, emerald light shone down, healing the ravaged land.

"It's Her Majesty the Queen!!!"

Upon seeing the Elf Queen appear, all the elves cheered as if they had seen a pillar of strength. Estia drew her bow to its fullest extent, and the emerald arrow shot out, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks within the Church of the Evil God.

Knowing that the situation was hopeless, and with the two popes nowhere to be found, the soldiers of the Church of the Evil God retreated like a receding tide.

"The cult of the evil god has withdrawn its troops!!!"

The elven guards on the watchtower shouted, and cheers instantly swept through the entire forest.

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen!!! Long live Her Highness the Princess!!!"

From this moment on, Estia's prestige reached a new peak—everyone could see her performance in this war.

Perhaps the Elf Queen's decision to send Estia to defend against the evil god's followers was also partly to help her build prestige.

The elves are a joyful race, so even though the shadow of war had just passed, they were still happily preparing for the celebration.

In the eyes of the elves, song, dance, and wine are the best gifts to bid farewell to the heroes who died on the battlefield.