Chapter 431 - - 420 Pride Sin_3

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Wasn’t it you who beat him into this state?

A group of bishops grumbled internally, the Eight-Winged Angel Bishop who had stepped forward to accuse the Pope swept a glance at him and said, “King Holley, our Martial Spirits have been sealed.”

“Pope, unseal their Martial Spirits.” Duge beckoned, tossing the Pope’s Magic Wand, which he had dropped, back into his hand. Having defeated a Six-Winged Angel, he was no longer concerned about the Pope trying any underhanded tactics.

The Pope looked at Duge, releasing his own Martial Spirit. Once on par with the Sea God, the Twelve-Winged Angel, now only over a foot tall, seemed like a child.

Using the last of his Soul Power to control the Magic Wand, he restored the sealed Martial Spirits of the many bishops, then the Pope silently retracted his Martial Spirit.

His injuries were too severe, and there was no telling when he could return to his former self. Duge hadn’t killed him instantly, giving him a glimmer of hope for survival. After all, who would choose death if they could live?

“King, do you intend to save him?” Duke Linqi asked, “He is an Archangel under the command of the Solar God. Once he returns to heaven, he’s likely to draw the Solar God’s—”

“Duke, it is better to resolve enmity rather than exacerbate it. Killing him would forever entangle us in hatred with the Solar God. One should be magnanimous…” Duge looked at Duke Linqi and smiled gently, “Come now, bishops, tend to Angel Reilir’s wounds.”

Schizophrenia is still schizophrenia.

Duge would not pass up any opportunity to buff his attributes; it sufficed that most people knew of his integrity. The rest could be used for buffing his schizophrenia attribute.

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You plucked his wings, bringing him such immense shame. Even if you revive him, he won’t be grateful to you!

Duke Linqi grumbled inwardly while silently stepping aside. He couldn’t see through Duge’s thoughts, nor could he interfere with Duge’s actions. The best he could do was to be an obedient tool.

The bishops showed their Martial Spirits.

The Eight-Winged Angel’s Martial Spirit stretched out its hand and sprinkled down Holy Light, enveloping Reilir.

In a moment.

The wounds on Reilir’s back slowly healed, and he reopened his eyes.

But when he saw Duge beside him, he howled miserably and scurried a good distance away, rolling and crawling.

He made a strong leap upward, attempting to fly, but after jumping, he found himself still standing in place.

He then remembered his wings were chopped off and his face instantly turned pale.

“Reilir, don’t be afraid, it’s over now, all the nightmares are over,” Duge said softly, comforting Reilir.

“…” a group of bishops.

Duke Linqi couldn’t bear it and turned his head away, sighing to himself that Duge was undoubtedly an Evil God.

“Don’t come any closer, you Evil Demon! I am an Archangel, and if you kill me, the Solar God won’t let you go…” Reilir blustered, continuing to back away, his eyes occasionally darting to the Chariot of the Solar God above, as if hoping for the Pegasus to descend and take him away.

But those Pegasuses seemed to be scared stiff as well, standing obediently in midair, too frightened to move an inch.

“Reilir, I still liked you better when you were disobedient and unyielding.” Duge shook his head and used Impartiality on Reilir.

“Solar God, I have sinned; while you were asleep, I traveled the Mortal Realm and established a sect of my own, stealing the Power of Faith that belonged to you, and moreover, I fathered a child with a mortal…”

“I have sinned, I have used my position to frame Archangel Lauren, stripping her of her position, and had my subordinate Sally take her place…”

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Reilir’s eyes suddenly became panicked, but he couldn’t control his own mouth.

The bishops over there, upon hearing Reilir confess his own sins, immediately felt relieved. It turned out everyone was the same, so no one had any place to criticize others!

Duge looked at Reilir and smiled slightly, “Reilir, do you now believe that my awakened Martial Spirit can compel one to voluntarily confess their sins?”

Reilir swallowed hard, his look of horror turning towards Duge, “Who exactly are you?”

“Holley Alaus, the first king of the Duge Dynasty, the guardian of beauty, truth, justice, fairness, kindness, and order,” Duge introduced his identity with pride.

“…” Reilir’s face froze over as he recalled Duge’s recent brutality; he struggled to find a match among the Evil Gods of the Demon Realm, but none fit the bill. Frowning, he asked, “What exactly do you want?”

“Has the Solar God awakened?” Duge inquired.

“…” Reilir fell silent.

“Reilir, I have no intention of killing you, but have you ever considered what the consequences would be if you confessed your sins in person before the Solar God?” Duge said with a smile.

Reilir paused for a moment, then said, “He still slumbers.”

“Who’s in charge?” Duge asked.

“Remiel and I are responsible for handling the mundane affairs of the Solar God Temple, Phyra and Miller for the security of the Solar God Temple, and Raphael for guarding against the invasion from the Demon Realm…” Reilir replied.

“When do you think the Solar God will awaken?” Having gained a rough understanding of the Solar God Temple’s arrangement, Duge asked again.

Reilir shook his head, “No one knows when he will awaken. God Spirits spend most of their time in divine slumber; they will wake naturally if they wish to, but normally, no one would try to awaken the Solar God…”

“Then, while he is asleep, is it possible to kill him?” Duge asked.

Hiss!

All those around inhaled sharply at the same time.

Duke Linqi’s form swayed involuntarily; it turned out that he was serious—he truly intended to slay a god…

The Pope suddenly realized why Duge had looked at him with scorn. He was merely a Blasphemer, while Duge aspired to be a God Slayer!

Reilir’s eyes widened, “You want to kill the Solar God?”

“Reilir, you’ve done so many wrongs, I thought our goals would align!” Duge said with a mischievous smile, “Only by killing the Solar God can we be safe!”

“Impossible, no one can kill a true God Spirit,” Reilir looked at Duge as if he were a madman, “They are born from nature itself and are innately immortal. To kill the Solar God would require extinguishing the sun in the sky…”

“The sun?” Duge glanced up at the sky and sighed, “Reilir, nothing is eternal and indestructible. If a God Spirit can be born from the sun, then a second one can be born as well.”

“Madman.” Reilir shook his head vigorously, “I would rather confess my sins to the Solar God than conspire with you to assassinate the Solar God…”

“Reilir, don’t be afraid, I was just joking with you,” Duge said with a laugh, shaking his head, “I am a merciful and just person, who even revived you, so how could I conspire to assassinate a deity?

Actually, what I really want you to do is to drive the Chariot of the Solar God with me, and proclaim my justice and philosophy to the world, all while we drive out the other Evil Gods from this world.

This will also be a merit for you, and by cooperating with me, your sins will never be known to the Solar God…”

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