Just like last time, the color of the magic pattern gradually changed from bright blue to pale, and then from pale to crimson.
Perhaps in the next moment, the overloaded energy converging towards the central 'Heart of Thoth' will turn into a dazzling gold.
Everything will turn to ashes in the new dawn.
Sid continued working methodically in the spacetime affected by the "prophecy" as if he had not noticed anything amiss.
Yorkshire was filled with despair, almost numbly reciting emotionless blessings, offering all praise to the radiant Lord, the all-knowing and all-powerful Diris.
Since the establishment of the "Transaction Council", there has never been a moment as quiet as this.
In despair, people watched helplessly as the demonic patterns on all sides transformed into bulging veins, relentlessly spreading and climbing towards the last pure land in the center.
Then time mysteriously skipped a moment.
Golden light once again illuminated the entire space, but not because of the world-destroying golden dawn, but because of the divine runes that suddenly filled the entire venue.
The dazzling symbols, like pure white feathers, effortlessly captured the world.
So much so that Master Sid in another time and space was moving so fast that he was just a series of dazzling afterimages.
Yun Wei has never been this slow before. Even with the combined effects of the Slowing Spell, Sand Trap Spell, and Mud Swamp Spell, it shouldn't be this slow.
This feeling is so strange.
Human thought travels much faster than the speed of light, so even though he had thought a lot, the simple action of raising his head was as slow as that of an old snail.
In mid-air, a blond man was holding a swaddled baby, dangling barefoot.
His hair was like water plants floating on water, and his monk's robe fluttered in the still space, moving without wind.
It is obvious that he is the master of these divine inscriptions, so he acts outside the rules that govern everything.
This divine spell that forcibly freezes time is the true, unique "forbidden spell" belonging solely to the Holy Church of Radiance.
"The Great Prophecy Technique".
Yun Wei stared at Joshua, whose eyes were slightly closed, with great apprehension.
The other party was so beautiful that it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female. Even if they just floated there doing nothing, they would already be the most perfect creation in the world.
To be honest, he had no room for maneuver when facing such an opponent.
Even if he activates a forbidden necromancy spell and successfully perishes with his opponent, he can still be considered to have gained something.
If the Pope is so terrifying, how much more so is God himself?
Yun Wei finally understood how heavy the reality was for someone who was an "enemy of the gods".
As if sensing his gaze, Joshua suddenly opened his eyes.
The two gazed at each other from afar across the void.
The other person's eyes were gray, their underlying tone clearly arrogant and cold, yet their surface was inexplicably coated with a layer of compassion and kindness due to the shimmering light in their eyes.
"Ha, now that you have seen me." Joshua suddenly laughed, his melodious voice sending chills down Yun Wei's spine, and he couldn't help but rub his arm.
He then realized that all it took was a glance from the other person for him to regain his mobility.
Yun Wei broke free from Isaac's embrace and slowly walked to Joshua's side.
From this angle, if he doesn't look up, he can only see the other person's almost snow-white feet.
He stared at the other person's rounded fingernails for a long time, then took out two chairs from his own space and said in a low voice, "If you want to talk to me, then please sit down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Wei didn't wait for Joshua's reply and took a chair to sit down.
It wasn't that Yun Wei was narcissistic; he could only interpret it as the other party having something to say to him.
In a space completely dominated by the opponent's divine power, Joshua manipulated him as easily as dealing with an ant.
Unless the other person has other sadistic tendencies, there is no need to simply lift their movement restrictions.
Sure enough, Joshua remained silent for a while before finally descending from mid-air, floating cross-legged, and sitting on the chair on the other side.
Yun Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had just been thinking how slovenly the other person would look if they were barefoot on the dusty ground.
Although he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he does have a slight case of OCD.
Joshua spoke slowly, "What are you thinking? There's something wrong with your eyes."
"It's nothing." Yun Wei composed himself, shook his head calmly, and looked at the swaddled baby in the other person's arms.
Almost instantly, he recognized the corpse child in the other person's arms.
It was the only corpse child he had ever seen in his life outside of Amberfield, one that almost retained its consciousness.
Compared to the beginning, the zombie child's cheeks were much rosier. If it weren't for his still blood-red eyes, which clearly showed signs of being a zombie, one would almost think he was just an ordinary human infant.
Yun Wei cautiously uttered the corpse child's name: "El Niño."
At the same time, he subconsciously adopted a defensive attack stance.
Joshua paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Huh, you two actually know each other?"
Yun Wei did not answer; his expression turned cold. "So the horde of corpses outside Moonflower City was also your doing?"
“Of course—no.” Joshua looked innocent. “It was those corpse puppet mages who did it. They were acting on orders from the apostles of the abyss.”
This information does match Yunwei's intelligence.
But instead of being answered, his doubts multiplied as if a chaotic creature had encountered a corresponding element, generating even more questions.
Judging from their tone, it seemed as if they had some grudge against the Abyss Apostles.
He couldn't help but wonder even more what Joshua's purpose was in appearing in Alchemy City.
This illustrious pope of the Holy Church, who often disappears for decades, personally issued a decree to exterminate necromancers!
Even though he couldn't figure it out, he had to maintain his composure.
The other party's mental strength far surpassed his own, so he had to suppress any unnecessary emotions to prevent the other party from discerning his thoughts through emotional fluctuations.
But Joshua didn't see much surprise on Yun Wei's face. Instead, he was a little puzzled. "You... you actually know about those Abyss Apostles?"
"Which one are you talking about?" Yun Wei suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth and turned his head with an air of nonchalance. "The two that were hiding in the back just now? They are Rihefas and Hephasri."
Quite surprisingly, due to her overwhelming shock, the beautiful Pope's mouth formed an exaggerated "o" shape.
This is a stark contrast, much like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.
Yun, who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, immediately looked away in anguish, finding it hard to bear the sight.
He was filled with regret.
If he had known the other person would turn out this way, he shouldn't have made that impulsive joke.
"Ahem, sorry, I got a little carried away and lost my composure. Please wait a moment." Joshua also came to his senses. As he spoke, he clumsily tore open a space and casually stored El Niño inside.
He then hurriedly took out a pair of shoes, put them on, and quickly tidied his appearance.
Throughout the entire process, Yun Wei's eyes twitched almost twitching.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this was the behavior of a dignified pope.
Although he should be grateful to have survived again, as the sole witness to the collapse of his perfect image, he couldn't help but doubt his own mental state.
Perhaps he had already died in that initial impact, and this was all just a dream. Yun Wei thought almost blankly.
“Alright, beautiful sir, allow me to introduce myself again.” Joshua’s voice was still pleasant, but this time it was deliberately lower, at least it no longer gave people goosebumps.
The other person's pronunciation was extremely rhythmic, and it was unclear whether they had received special training; it seemed to possess a natural, almost poetic quality.
“My name is Joshua, and I will illuminate the world with my papal actions, and I will humbly follow the sacred order and receive the sacraments.”
"It is a pleasure to meet you today. I hope you will be understanding and generous in your guidance."
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