When the Church of Light was in power, he was willing to pay any price to destroy it, but once the Church of Light was destroyed, he couldn't bear to pay those prices anymore.
Furthermore, Yang Cheng discovered that Clough was too decisive and hadn't even truly understood him before placing all his hopes on him.
This might be a display of courage, but it's more likely that Clough never intended to hand over the Spear of Longinus to him from the beginning. Instead, he only planned to weaken the Holy See's strength so that he could then take advantage of the situation.
However, in the battle where he killed Seraph, Yang Cheng had already shown almost all of his power except for his trump cards, and so many people saw it.
Yang Cheng thought his strength would make Clough wary and back down, but he didn't expect that the other party was truly blinded by greed and really wanted to steal the Spear of Longinus.
However, when Yang Cheng tried to use the Five Gods Moving Mountains technique, he suddenly discovered that he could not use it.
There seemed to be an independent space around him, and even the power of the Five Gods Moving Mountains could not penetrate this space.
Clough laughed loudly, "Mr. Yang, sometimes strength is not the most important thing."
Even if you become the strongest in the Assyrian Kingdom, so what? Even if you can slay gods, so what?
I possess the same power to slay gods!
I was thinking that if you knew what was good for you, I could give you anything except the Spear of Longinus, and even the title of prince.
Unfortunately, you don't know what's good for you!
How could I possibly entrust the sacred relics of my Edward family to an outsider?
Yang Cheng said casually, "So the curse on the Spear of Longinus is fake?"
Clough shook his head and said, "It's true. If it weren't for the Hohenheim incident, I would have seriously considered removing the blood pact on the Spear of Longinus in exchange for the prosperity of the Edward family."
But the Hohenheim incident actually gave my Edward family an unexpected opportunity!
Although my foolish younger brother wasn't very bright and got terribly scammed, his initial idea was correct.
"Every descendant of my Edwardian family, regardless of how they were born, can wield the Spear of Longinus and inherit the throne!"
Yang Cheng asked, "Did you obtain the method by which Hornheim created the miniature figures in the bottle?"
Clough nodded and said, "Although Hohenheim is a madman, you have to admit that he is a madman with extraordinary talent!"
I gave the experimental report on the creation of the dwarf in the bottle to the alchemists of the kingdom. They are fully confident that they can create offspring with my bloodline!
Although some failed, several succeeded.
The curse of the Spear of Longinus has been successfully broken in my generation, so why should I hand over this artifact?
"Yang Cheng, it's such a pity. I truly admired you. You should have been a legend of the kingdom, but now you're just a rebellious traitor who doesn't know his own limitations!"
No wonder Clough made such a decisive choice; it turns out he had already found a way to break the curse of the Spear of Longinus.
Clough had told Yang Cheng that he wanted to give up the Spear of Longinus because of its curse and the threat from the Papacy.
Now, the threat from the Papacy has been resolved by Yang Cheng, and the curse of the Spear of Longinus has been lifted thanks to Hohenheim's alchemy of the dwarfs in a bottle.
Now that he no longer faced any external threats, Clough was extremely excited.
Without the pressure of having offspring, the Papacy will also perish, and no one in the entire Assyrian Kingdom, or even the entire continent, will be able to stop him from ruling the world!
He will be a restorer of the Assyrian kingdom, comparable to its founding emperor!
"Yang Cheng, you can die in peace now!"
As Clough finished speaking, mysterious alchemical patterns appeared on the floor tiles beneath Yang Cheng's feet, seemingly merging with them.
Clearly, this was not a last-minute plan devised by Clough to deal with him, but rather a contingency plan left by the Assyrian royal family from the very beginning.
Anyone who enters the palace intending to assassinate the emperor will likely be confined here.
Within the transparent, sealed space, a stream of black liquid gushed forth from the ground.
This stuff is sticky and viscous, like oil, but it's filled with a dark and deathly aura. Like a living thing, it meanders and stretches out, surging towards Yang Cheng.
Ulysses, who was standing to the side, seemed to have realized something, and his expression changed drastically: "Black Tide! This is the power of the Black Tide!"
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