Obviously, the Grand Duke didn't want to see Roger. When he saw Roger pushing the door, the Grand Duke, who had always been happy and angry, frowned slightly. Although this disgust and displeasure were fleeting, it was still impossible to escape Roger's eyes.

Rogge stood quietly on his face and quietly stood on the other side of the Pope.

Seeing that the Pope had no intention of letting Rogue leave, the Grand Duke of Bavaria frowned slightly again. He hesitated for a moment and had to continue, "Your Majesty, this is by no means a trivial matter. I hope you can think about it again. Although the source of faith is collapsing, the speed is not very fast. I think only you have this ability in this plane to prevent the collapse of the power of faith. Even if you can do nothing, then you can also notify the heavens of the world of the plane and let the angels of the heavens stop the worst situation."

As before, the Pope sat silently in a high-backed chair, as if he had fallen asleep, and did not react at all to the words of the Grand Duke of Bavaria. The Grand Duke waited patiently, but he did not wait for the Pope's answer, all he could have waited for Rogue's sneer.

"Dear Bavarian Grand Duke, aren't you so much trying to protect the food of the gods in heaven for redemption? Eternal life in the brilliance of heaven is indeed a very heartwarming thing, but I didn't expect that a hero like you did not see through life and death, and worked so hard for redemption." Roger said with a hint of mocking on the corner of his mouth.

The great master glared at Rog, with a slightly angry look on his face and said, "Eternal life is loneliness. Since redemption has no meaning to you, is it so important to me? Rog, now you are all determined to be enemies of heaven, what are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? The Lord Gods in the heaven are not something you and I can fight against. The source of faith has collapsed. What can you bring to this plane? What can you bring to accelerate destruction!"

The Grand Duke paused, his anger stopped for a moment, and turned to the Pope and said, "Your Majesty!"

The pope snorted weakly, slowly opened his turbid eyes, looked at Rogue, then at the Grand Duke of Bavaria, and then looked out the window without saying anything.

The grand duke strode to the window, and with a casual wave, the scene outside the window immediately changed. The mechanical and beautiful scene in the illusion was replaced by scenes of towns and villages. The villages that appeared interlaced in different styles, and looked like ordinary towns in various corners of the mainland and in various countries. The people in the illusion seemed busy and simple, and they were working for their daily living and full food. The war between the north and the south that almost affected the entire continent seemed to have nothing to do with them.

The great duke pointed to the illusion and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! Look, these are the people of our plane! They do not need pride, glory, and destruction for freedom! All they need is survival, just a peaceful life! These ordinary and ordinary people will not think about what will happen thousands of years later. For them, the heaven, the gods and the people of us are so far away. After the source of faith collapses, we will immediately attract the judgment of the heaven. If you stop the source of faith collapse, before the heaven cleanses the entire plane, these ordinary people can at least have a thousand years of survival! Which one should you choose between a war without hope and a thousand years of survival? I think the answer is very obvious!"

"Thousand-year survival?" Roger smiled coldly and said, "Thousand-year-old pig and dog-like survival? The only ending of existence is to wait for the slaughter that will come as soon as possible. Such existence is also called survival?"

The Grand Duke said in a deep voice: "That's just your idea. For most ordinary people on the plane, they don't know their final destiny, nor will they be different in life under the rule of heaven. Perhaps they can live better. So I believe that all living in the plane will choose heaven."

Rog looked at the illusion outside the window, smiled indifferently, and said, "Dear Bavarian Grand Duke, I know what you said is correct. It's a pity that sentient beings on the plane have never had the right to choose. The major events in this plane are determined by the likes and dislikes of a few people. Of course, you are also one of these few people. All living beings are ignorant, so they don't know what they want, so it's better for us to decide for them. In fact, what you call good for them is just your opinion."

The eldest duke's face darkened, and his five fingers opened slightly with his right hand, as if he was about to hold the hilt of the sword beside his waist. When Rog saw it, he laughed and said, "What, dear grand duke, do you want to do it? If you lead troops to fight, I'm afraid I'm not as good as you, but if you want to fight, I think you'd better save it. In fact, if your name was not on the protection list, I would have killed the Grand Duke's Mansion long ago! But now this list is almost outdated, so I advise you not to be impulsive."

The fat man paused for a moment, looked up to the sky, and then said for a while: "Dear Grand Duke, I have wanted to kill you for a long time just for Elyses."

The Grand Duke snorted, not taking Rogue's threat at all, but said in a deep voice to the Pope: "Your Majesty, you can't hesitate anymore! There is still time now. As long as you refine the last purgatory angel statue, you can lead the angels of the heavens. They have the ability to stop the collapse of the source of faith!"

As he said that, the great duke pointed to Roger and said, "He is sufficient to meet the requirements of the Purgatory Angel Image."

Roger snorted coldly, and just as he was about to say something, the grand duke said again: "As long as this plane can last for a thousand years, I am willing to transform into the Purgatory Angel statue!"

The pope finally raised his hand tremblingly, and the two of them who were about to continue the argument stopped immediately and waited for his metaphor. The pope thought for a long time before slowly saying: "I still need to think about it carefully. Let's talk about it later. Rogue stays, and I still have some things to talk to you."

The grand duke looked helpless, but had to leave the room.

"Rog, you heard it just now. When the last statue of Purgatory Angel is formed, it is the day of judgment in this world. I am old, but I can still delay you a little time. If you have anything else to do, just do it quickly."

Roger nodded and agreed, but he did not leave, but stared at the pope bathed in the afterglow of the sunset. After hesitating for a long time, Roger finally asked: "Why did you... have to refine Elyses into an angel figure?"

The pope said lightly: "Because she is very suitable."

Roger was silent for a moment and finally turned around and left.

He knew that the Pope was talking about the truth. Indeed, with the mission undertaken by the Purgatory Angel, Elyss, who was extremely powerful and lived in this plane with the body of the demon, was no longer suitable. Moreover, the Pope at that time would not consider his or Ophiroc's mood at all, just as he would not consider the mood of all beings on the plane at all.

But no matter what, although the feelings of the past have faded away with time, the imprint is still engraved in his heart and will never completely disappear.

There are eleven statues standing in the twelve Purgatory Angels Halls, and only one hall is empty. Although Rogue still knows the role of the Purgatory Angels statues, the Pope has just reminded that when the Purgatory Angels statues are gathered together, it is the day of judgment. He also knows that even if the Pope has the will, it is impossible to delay time forever. Once the gods in the heaven find out that something is wrong, I am afraid that a simple oracle can replace a new pope for the Church of Light.

Standing on the corridor, Roger sighed and soared into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds of the secret realm in a blink of an eye.

As Roger left, the loneliness of the corridor was broken again. With the sound of rapid footsteps, Augustus's burly figure appeared at one end of the corridor, hurried to the Pope's prayer room and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Augustus opened the door. Like the scenery in the secret realm, the Pope's prayer room was always unchanging. It seemed that no matter when he came in, he would only see the Pope bathing quietly in the afterglow of the sunset. But for some reason today, Augustus suddenly felt a little bone-soaked chill. In an instant, the Blood Angel seemed to feel that he was a traveler who was rushing on the road in late autumn. He didn't know where the end of the journey was, nor how long he could last in the cold wind.

It was just a moment of trance that had already made the Blood Angel secretly alert. Such an illusion should not appear on him no matter what. What happened to me today?

The Blood Angel calmed down and expelled all his emotions from the bottom of his heart. Then he said to the Pope: "Your Majesty, many dioceses have had some abnormal movements recently..." He hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

The pope coughed a few times, then said, "Is there any rumor that I have turned against my faith and become a believer of the devil?"

Augustus said: "That's true, and... and there are several self-prophets among the believers who claim to be prophets, who claim to have received oracles from the gods of heaven, allowing them to lead the blinded believers to return to the faith of the Supreme God. The influence of these people is getting bigger and bigger."

The pope opened his old eyes and looked at the sunset outside the window with weak energy, silent.

Augustus stood quietly behind him, waiting patiently for the Pope's decree, as he had been used to in the past few decades.

Time in the secret realm seemed to have stopped, and the bloody sunset was firmly nailed to the sky, but it refused to fall a little. Augustus was as usual on the surface, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster uncontrollably. He even felt a slight cold sweat oozing out of his body.

How long have you been waiting? A moment, or a thousand years?

He doesn't know.

The pope finally moved, and Augustus suddenly felt like he was relieved of his burden and breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately discovered his loss of composure, but it was too late.

"Augustus, how does the Book of Light discuss the Book of Light when it comes to believers who are not firm enough?"

The entire Book of Light already existed in Augustus's heart, and he immediately said without hesitation: "For dishonest believers, please be comforted. If consolation is fruitless, you should be regarded as a pagan."

The pope nodded and said slowly: "Can you still control the Holy Knights?"

"Of course." Augustus' heartbeats faster and faster, and sweat begins to ooze from his palms.

"That's good. You can do it in detail how to deal with this matter."

Augustus' heart thumped again, and a drop of sweat oozed out of his clenched fist and dripped, falling into a small splash of water on the floor, making a slight sound.

This almost imperceptible slight sound was like thunder in Augustus's ears!

"Your Majesty, you seem..." The Blood Angel raised his head slightly, stared at the Pope, and asked.

The Pope smiled hoarsely, and this time the old man's smell could no longer be concealed and began to pour out. The old man who had been at the top of the power of the mainland for decades finally stopped staring at the sunset, turned his head and looked at Augustus. Since he was reincarnated in this plane, Augustus has always followed the pope, and he has long been familiar with the pope's gaze. But at this moment, he finally found that there was something different in the pope's gaze.

"Augustu..." The pope smiled, and at this moment he smiled like an ordinary old man: "It seems you have discovered it too, yes, now my power has been lost, and it is impossible to use the great prophecy again."

"This...why is this?" Augustus couldn't believe his eyes just now, and he couldn't believe his ears at this moment.

Can't use the great prophecy? What does this mean? Could it be that the old man who once made a move to make the strong fall, the pope who mastered the secrets of the gods, has now become an ordinary old man?

Moreover, Augustus hardly dared to think about why the Pope could no longer use the great prophecy. Could it be that the oracles obtained by the prophets who suddenly appeared recently were real?

Silent.

In the silence, Augustus's fist finally clenched again!

The Pope had already turned around and looked at the setting sun quietly.

"I know what to do."

"Since you know, please help me close the door." The Pope said calmly.

.At this moment, the Blood Angel suddenly discovered that since he came to this plane, this wise old man had been guiding him and guiding him on a different path from other angels. He was no longer a slave who only obeyed orders, nor a machine without emotions.

He, Augustus, learned to think and then had the meaning of existence.

Augustus bowed deeply to the old man, and then gently closed the wooden door of the prayer room.
Chapter completed!