What if you ascend to the wrong world?

All the bishops in the church held their breath.

Declan looked nervous.

He knew very well that his chances of becoming pope were slim.

But a sliver of hope remained in my heart.

After all, he and another archbishop are now the only ones left in the church.

In contrast, the other archbishop was much more composed.

That idiot Declan couldn't catch a single Level 6 Holy Radiance Warrior who blasphemed the Dawn after all these days.

Ha ha……

"Cyril Holloway will become the new pope."

The holy sound resonated throughout the entire holy city of Lorther, echoing with the divine light magic and spreading to every corner of the Dawn Empire.

Ok? !

Declan and the other archbishop were stunned when they heard the result.

Cyrillic?!

How could it be Cyril?!

It was Your Majesty Elliott who personally stripped him of his archbishop status!

Not only them, but the vast majority of bishops, priests, and even Holy Light Warriors in the church were stunned.

"Praise be to the great and supreme Lord."

High above, Cyril, who should have been imprisoned in the lower level of the Dawn Cathedral, appeared out of nowhere.

He stepped through the void, descending step by step from the height, surrounded by holy light that wove into a magnificent divine robe.

He smiled and looked up at the two demigod angels high above.

"Praise be to your wisdom and sagacity, Your Majesty Elliott."

……

……

"How could it be this guy?"

Ivia stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the two demigod angels and Cyril in his magnificent divine robes, somewhat incredulous.

Wasn't this guy already stripped of his archbishop status?

How could he become the Pope of the Dawn Church?

She looked at Ye Tu, hoping to get an answer from him.

However, Ye Tu was looking at the oil painting in his hand, which had shrunk to the size of a palm, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Noticing her gaze, Ye Tu clasped his hands together, put away the oil painting, and looked up at the two demigod angels flying towards the divine kingdom.

"That's normal, it was bound to be him."

Apart from Elliott, Cyril was the only one of the three archbishops who was 'tainted by the Old God'.

Despite being affected by the 'Corruption of the Ancient Gods,' one must still maintain faith in the Lord of Dawn; this is an indispensable part of becoming the [Angel of Original Sin].

In other words, after Elliott refused, Cyril became the only candidate for the [Angel of Original Sin].

Becoming the Pope was merely a means for the Dawn Cult to accept his 'name' and further solidify the medium, preparing him for his future rule over the Prison of Original Sin and for assisting in the distribution of pollution when he took over power.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will be the shortest-serving Pope in the history of the Church of Dawn.

"But wasn't that guy abolished by the previous pope himself?"

Now they've made this guy the Pope...

Isn't this just contradicting myself?

"Well, because he's not himself anymore."

Is he no longer himself?

"Does becoming a demigod angel mean losing one's 'self'?"

"No, but he's an exception."

"So, he really lost himself?"

"That's how it appears on the surface."

"what?"

What does it mean to say that it looks the way it does on the surface?

"You don't mean to mean..."

"That's right, I helped him out."

"What?"

"My pleasure."

"..."

What a powerful reason!

"The Dawn Empire will also need a suitable person to keep an eye on it for me in the future."

???

Help you?

(???*)

"The way you're talking makes it sound like you have some designs on the Dawn Empire," she probed.

That's probably unlikely.

After all, he often appears lazy and indifferent to everything.

But this time...

Ye Tu did not deny it, but just chuckled.

"Isn't it obvious enough?"

Otherwise, he would have been captured by the Lord of Dawn the moment he escaped the Astral Web.

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!

No!

You really have some ideas!

“But weren’t you only interested in the Lord of Dawn before?” Ivia couldn’t help but ask.

"You said it yourself, that was before."

The devout fall into purgatory, and God sees believers as resources to be consumed.

The virtuous die in ignorance, and those who pursue freedom cannot even retain their 'self'...

If he chooses to stay, then the world shouldn't be like this.

If he doesn't like it, he'll change it; that's all.

Ivia's heart pounded.

We're just here to complete a task, isn't this a bit inappropriate?

and many more!

If Ye Tu really succeeds, wouldn't I, as his accomplice, be able to...

She swallowed hard and looked at Irene Wett beside her.

What do you think?

She is the Demon-Slaying General of the Dawn Empire. Ye Tu is practically treating the Dawn Empire as his own. This guy should have some reaction, right?

however……

Irene Vitte did not reply.

She seemed not to hear their conversation at all, staring at the magnificent divine kingdom in the sky, formed from endless faith and like a halo, her fists clenched, her heart filled with helplessness.

The immense power displayed by the Lord of Dawn had made her fully realize the terrifying gap between herself and true gods.

Humans are to gods what mortals look up at the sky.

Humans stand on the ground, but the sky is always there.

Chapter 70 I am the Pope! (Second Update)

noon.

Dawn Cathedral.

Cyril, dressed in a magnificent robe, sat high in the position symbolizing papal authority.

In front of him, Declan and another archbishop stood on either side, the bishops lined up in several rows, all with their heads bowed, looking anxious.

Those bishops who had previously kicked Cyril when he was down, and who had joined in the cursing, were especially pale-faced.

Cyrillic.

How did a man who was stripped of his archbishop status by the previous pope become the new pope?

Is there anything more outrageous than this in the world?

“Declan,” Cyril said calmly.

"...Your Majesty."

Declan stepped forward and, just as he had done before when facing Elliott, knelt respectfully on one knee.

In any case, Cyril was appointed Pope by His Holiness Elliott under the witness of the Lord, and he had no choice but to accept it.

Your Majesty...

What a lovely title.

Cyril nodded in satisfaction, and then said directly:

"Take a small team and go invite Her Highness Irenevitt Etherland. I want to renew my contract with her."

Declan's lips twitched as he lowered his head.

The Lord has just come into the world; what they should do is bring the Lord's glory to more sheep who are still lost.

Although the contract was dissolved with His Majesty Elliot's ascension to godhood, Princess Irenevit remains the Empire's Demon-Slaying General.

As long as she doesn't say it herself, she will always be!

And now, Cyril, for his own selfish desires, has actually chosen to break the empire's sharpest spear with his own hands at this critical moment!

How greedy, how selfish!

Merciful Lord.

Did you see it?

Cyril, who is insatiably greedy, is not your most devout follower. He is unworthy of your grace and to lead your most loyal lamb forward!

Declan prayed in his heart, asking for a response from the Lord of Dawn.

However, no matter how he called out, there was only silence in his heart, and no sign of any holy sound.

Even so, he was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Your Majesty, what about Princess Irenevitt..."

“Do as I say,” Cyril interrupted him abruptly.

"But……"

"Declan, I am the Pope."