"Hahaha, it seems that I guessed right. You are such an unlucky guy that you can encounter such a low probability. The most unfortunate thing is that you fell into this dreamland. If you fell into other places, at least you could die, but here, there is only an endless cycle."
The tramp seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time. He did not give Su Mu a chance to answer and spoke like a machine gun.
"But don't despair. God will never abandon his believers. As long as you believe in the original angels like I do, sooner or later, the holy light will shine on you, and all believers will go to heaven!"
When the original angel was mentioned, a hint of fanaticism broke out in the tramp's turbid eyes, as if this was the source of strength that supported him to live.
Seeing that the other party was so fanatical, Su Mu began to believe that the other party was the Pope.
"Next, I will tell you about my origins. If you don't believe me, just treat it as a joke. In fact, I am the Pope of the Original God Church. Back then..."
The tramp's voice suddenly stopped, a look of pain appeared on his face, and ink-like shadows were emerging from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It seems that the time has come. The shadow power in my body is about to explode. Well... I'll tell you later. Remember to come early. After all, you only have half an hour each time... Hey, what are you doing?"
The tramp was stunned. He found that an invisible force was peeling off the dirt on his face.
Looking at the homeless man's true face, Su Mu finally knew who he was.
boom!!!
All things return to the abyss.
Su Mu was standing at the crossroads in the crowd. He stood there quietly, with a smile on his face: "Interesting."
He came to the garbage dump behind the skyscraper again.
The homeless man had been waiting here for a long time. Seeing Su Mu coming, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, let's continue chatting."
He swept the garbage around to the side and motioned for Sumu to sit down, but Sumu did not sit down. Instead, he looked at him with interest and said slowly: "You are a blasphemer."
The homeless man was stunned, then shook his head firmly: "No, I am the original pope."
Although the tramp did not admit it, Su Mu was extremely sure that the person in front of him was the blasphemer, the first Red King!
That is Su Qing’s biological father.
Because this person's appearance is exactly the same as the portrait issued by the Chiyan royal family.
"It seems that you have seen the wanted poster of the blasphemer. Yes, my current body is indeed that of a blasphemer, but my soul is that of the original Pope. The real blasphemer has taken over my body." A deep hatred flashed in the tramp's eyes again.
Hearing this, Su Mu's thoughts instantly became clear. He finally understood why the previous Pope knew about the Nightmare Apostle, the Supreme Heaven, and even knew that Su Qing was of royal blood.
Because, the Pope is the first Red King!!
Perhaps no one in this world knows the Supreme Heaven better than the first Red King.
The reason why the first Red King controlled Su Qing was for the royal bloodline. Since he had occupied the body of the Pope, he naturally did not have the qualifications to use the Supreme Heaven, and Su Qing was his tool to use the Supreme Heaven.
A strong man of this level can see through Su Qing's bloodline at a glance. It is impossible for him not to see that Su Qing is just a clone. Moreover, the Holy Flame of Nirvana is only possessed by the Red King and the first generation Red King. He must be clear that Su Qing is the clone of his own daughter.
However, the first Red King did not choose to recognize his daughter, but instead directly controlled her. This is a bit intriguing. Are the father and daughter so incompatible?
At this time, the tramp, no, to be more precise, the real Pope, continued: "The battle between me and the blasphemer is known to everyone in hell. People only know that the blasphemer fell into the abyss and the Pope returned victorious, but they don't know... hehe..."
He smiled bitterly and said, "The real winner is actually the blasphemer. Back then, I did force him into the abyss, and he was seriously injured. In the abyss, the two of us met the God of Shadow and were targeted by him.
With the protection of the primordial angel, I barely avoided the attack of the God of Shadow. However, the blasphemer, who was running out of energy, was not so lucky. His body was corroded by the power of shadow and he was about to die.
I thought he was doomed, so I quickly used the power of the original angel to escape from the abyss. But just when he was about to succeed, the blasphemer sacrificed his own power and the divinity he had plundered to the Supreme Heaven and made a wish.
Su Mu said calmly: "This wish is to exchange souls with yours?"
A hideous look appeared on the Pope's face: "Yes, this is the wish he made. Thus, he became me, and I became him! He left the abyss on my behalf, and I was left here forever!
I feel so much regret. If I had killed him and then left, things wouldn't have turned out like this. This damn blasphemer will be punished by God sooner or later!
When the holy light of the original angel shines upon the abyss, I will return to the world and take back everything that originally belonged to me! "
Su Mu nodded calmly. He found that the fanatics had at least one advantage, which was that they would never despair until they died, even though they were still fantasizing that the original angels would come to rescue them.
Based on his understanding of gods, he was afraid that even the original angels didn't know who the Pope was, just like humans wouldn't care about ants.
"In other words, the Supreme Heaven is in your hands now?" Su Mu asked a key question.
The Supreme Heaven is in the body of the first Red King, and the two of them just exchanged souls, which means that the Supreme Heaven is now in the hands of the real Pope.
"Hmm." The Pope hummed lightly, then took out a dark gold ring from his arms and threw it to Su Mu.
Su Mu took the Supreme Heaven and couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that the Supreme Heaven would fall into his hands so easily.
He looked at it carefully. The whole body of Zhigaotian was dark gold, but this dark gold color was not ostentatious. It seemed to be a kind of restrained luxury, which was in line with his aesthetic taste.
The texture is thick yet delicate, with subtle textures on it, like mysterious runes engraved in ancient times.
When his eyes fell on the inner circle of the Supreme Heaven, he was stunned. There was a circle of dark golden carvings surrounding the inner circle. What was carved on it was nothing else but... Ouroboros!
Isn’t this the spiritual symbol that I have always used?
His own snakewood cane, pocket watch, and even the headquarters of the Viper Gang are all engraved with the Ouroboros symbol.
Is it a coincidence?
No! It's not a coincidence!
Su Mu slowly put the Supreme Heaven on his finger. The throbbing in the depths of his soul subsided at this moment, and a strong sense of familiarity surged into his heart, as if... he had found something that had been lost for a long time but was extremely important.
He finally understood that the one who summoned him to this dream was none other than... the Most High!
Seeing that Su Mu was absorbed in watching it, the Pope grinned and said, "You like it? Then I'll give it to you. Anyway, it will be back in my hands in half an hour."
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