Scepter of Thorns

Chapter 11 10. Lost

Edward quickly manipulated the light to form a wall to resist his attack, and the lightning shattered the surface of the light wall, leaving the inner core intact.Even so, he also felt strenuous, and when the next wave of attacks came, a gentle but domineering force dispelled the mana of the two, and the temple door slowly opened, and it was quiet enough to show that it was often lubricated.

He followed Somania and knelt down without hesitation: "My God."

The light was so sharp and intense that even with his head down, Edward could feel its scorching heat.

"Somania." He heard the melodious and melodious voice say, "The God of Wrath is very dissatisfied with your recent performance."

Somania hadn't recovered from her previous emotions, so she could only answer in a daze: "Father, father?"

"He has mentioned to me about your job change many times."

"what."

"I am also very dissatisfied."

Somania was awakened by this sentence in an instant, and he stammered to defend himself: "My, my God, it was my negligence, let the new envoy wander around this place, I, I will definitely learn A lesson to those who guard this room..." He raised his head secretly, glanced at the man in the light, saw him nodding his head slightly, then stumbled out of the palace as if he had received some kind of pardon, and closed the palace door along the way.

Only two people remained silent.

Cold fingers parted the long dark golden hair, and touched Edward's eyebrows, and the pattern of the thorny scepter appeared immediately.Then he felt the hand slide down the cheek, gently rubbing behind the lips, and then came to the half-open neckline, hooking the black thorn.

He retracted his hand, the sense of touch still remained on Edward's skin, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I will baptize you myself," said God.

The gorgeous and complicated formation spread from under Edward's knees, extending to a radius of four or five meters, forming a pattern of a regular hexagram.There are balls of light floating on the six sharp corners, which emit dazzling light and are connected to each other to form a hexagon.The ball of light lit up along the twelve intersections to form a central pattern, sending all the power to Edward, who was kneeling in the center, and soon the pattern between his brows seemed to be activated, and a white light bloomed.

Edward's tightly clenched nails left bruises on his palms, and he was relieved when all the light dimmed.As soon as his body became lighter, his affinity and control over light also took a qualitative leap.Edward estimated that his state at this time should have reached the peak level, and it is also a bottleneck period that is relatively difficult to break through, but no matter what he said, it will still benefit him a lot after the baptism.

"Thank you God for your gift." He still bowed his head.

The god didn't answer, but his seemingly substantial gaze made Edward's back hurt, he was looking at him, he looked too carefully, he didn't let go of any tiny detail, it was like appreciating a painting that was lost and found, any damage would be irrelevant. perceived by it.

A strong sense of disobedience hit Edward, and the corner of his eye turned to the black and white palace.And at this moment, the voice of God entered his ears, mixed with imperceptible fatigue.

"You go back."

"……Yes."

He stood up, his eyes quickly swept across the dazzling light and swept the entire palace, memorizing its general layout.However, before he could go through it again, the power of God had already transported Edward to his palace. It was only a short moment before Edward realized that his back was facing the huge French windows of the palace.

The dark blue in his eyes reflected the palace's decorative layout, and Edward suddenly understood why he had such a strong sense of disobedience, because those fragmentary things began to overlap with the silhouette in his mind.

exactly the same.

In the dream, in memory, in reality, the palace in the dream, the palace of God, is exactly the same as his own palace.

A familiar scream came, interrupting Edward's thoughts, and sure enough, Somania was coming aggressively, his face was flushed, he grabbed Edward's sleeve and asked sharply: "Who allowed you to approach there?! "

Edward parted his hands from the sleeves that were about to be torn, and he couldn't help saying with a hint of cold air: "If it weren't for your inappropriate use of your power, I wouldn't have seen God so soon."

Somania became even more angry. He wanted to refute, but found that he couldn't find a suitable reason at all.He had no choice but to snort coldly, shake his sleeves and leave.

This is indeed a small trick of Somania, he delays the time through his own sarcasm, and then deliberately leads Edward into the maze in the corridor.But he miscalculated that Edward's weird and precise route went straight to his guard's room, and by then it would be too late for him to regret it.

So the following series of things happened. Edward was baptized by God, and he received condolences from his father... The bag on his head hurts so much.

Edward looked at Somania's back and frowned.After a while, he returned to the temple to sit quietly and began to feel the existence of light.

He is born with a very high affinity for light, and his talent is always very obvious before any light attribute spells.Therefore, Edward was elected as the Holy Son at the age of 16 and became the Pope at the age of 26, which is inseparable from his outstanding performance in this respect.Since his baptism, his strength has clearly more than doubled, but compared to gods, he is still a speck of dust.

Edward could not estimate the power of the gods, which made him all the more terrifying.This feeling of powerlessness of not being able to control the overall situation has rarely appeared since he became the pope, but now, he is immersed in anxiety and worry almost every day.

Somania is a divine heir, so his status is much higher than his own.Edward knew very well in his heart that his existence was the most humble, and even Somania could use privileges to kill him. There are many people who want to be envoys of God, and there are many capable ones, and there is no shortage of him.

And it happened that the most reluctant person was chosen. To be honest, Edward was reluctant to bear the Pope's throne. He didn't care how much his power would increase, because even if he didn't improve, he was still the most powerful in the Holy See. What he cared about was power. After struggling for ten years, all ten years of painstaking efforts were wiped out in just one sentence.Then he would take his curtain call without complaint, thrusting another man into the spotlight.

He is not a saint, but he understands that in the face of extreme power, it is better to conform to reality than to resist stubbornly.So he gave up, and ended his last speech in the human world like a play. At that moment, what he hated the most in his heart was not God, nor Conns, nor Sariel and Fran, but Mufu Jay.He was jealous that Mufujie could collect all his bets, that Mufujie could replace him on the throne, and that Mufujie could obtain the supreme right.

But when it was time for the curtain call, he realized that he had lost everything.

----Chapter10. Defeat & End----