The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1574 - 745: Battle of the Pope (Part 3)
"Strange!"
This bizarre sight, instead, made Rod feel very uneasy.
"Where did the pollution go? Last time I came, I clearly saw black water spreading out from the King Artifact, flowing everywhere."
The Book of Knowledge was also very tense, its pages curled up.
"Master, master, look, look at the throne, the Pope’s throne is right under the King Artifact."
Rod had been searching for it since he entered, but all he saw was thick white ash; neither the throne nor the Pope was in sight.
"Could it be that the Pope has already left here?"
A possibility suddenly sprang to Rod’s mind, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
The Blood God once ruled the whole Saint Reel, two monsters of the same rank could not possibly have no interactions, and there would certainly be battles and conflicts between monsters, the battle between the Fallen True King and the Ancient God must have been earth-shaking.
But they had never observed such a scene.
Clearly, the Fallen Pope left the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground before the Blood God descended.
No wonder it’s so quiet here, no wonder he can’t perceive anything.
Rod breathed a sigh of relief, feeling complicated, not knowing whether to be thankful or regretful.
He gazed at the King Artifact, which was enveloped in white ash, unable to see whether the Holy Fire Seed was still there.
"Forget it, maybe it’s a good thing that the Fallen Pope isn’t here, I just hope he didn’t take the Holy Fire Seed."
Rod just about to step over to check when suddenly, a rustling sound echoed beside his ear, very brief and light, disappearing in an instant.
There was a moment when he almost thought it was his delusion, an auditory hallucination, but soon, his strong Monarch’s will made him understand, it wouldn’t be a mistake.
Rod’s stride froze, his foot hadn’t yet stepped on the white ash, clearly it wasn’t the sound of his footsteps.
What could it be?
Rod opened his eyes wide, immediately activating the Eye of the Soul, but everything remained unchanged in sight.
But the next second, the rustling sound reappeared beside his ear.
This time, Rod heard it clearly, it was definitely the sound of footsteps treading on the white ash.
He quickly glanced around, yet found no changes.
What is happening?
A chilling sense spread through Rod’s heart, could it be the sound of wind blowing the white ash?
But it’s impossible, under the strong Monarch’s perception, even the slightest movement from a breeze couldn’t escape detection.
"Master."
The sharp voice of the Book of Knowledge suddenly rang in his mind.
"Use the Spirit Realm vision!"
Rod paused: "Spirit Realm vision?"
"Yes, it involves channeling a portion of the soul into the Spirit Realm, a part of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground is already in the Spirit Realm."
Rod felt a thrill in his heart and promptly did as instructed.
In the next moment, water-like ripples unfolded before his eyes, as if the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground had sunk into the water.
Suddenly, Rod’s pupils underwent intense tremors.
In his sight, not far away, a ghostly figure was slowly pacing.
He wore a gold and red robe, a tall white crown on his head, with semicircular emblems of the White Sect scattered across the robe.
Rustle, rustle.
With each step he took, the rustling sound of dust echoed in his ears.
Seeming to sense Rod’s gaze, he halted his steps and lifted his head.
Beneath the white crown, a gaunt and desiccated face appeared before his eyes, looking no different from an ordinary old man, but lacking any vitality, resembling a walking corpse, the most terrifying were his eyes, pure black, like a bottomless abyss.
Undoubtedly, he was the Pope of the White Sect, the true monarch opposing the starry sky and the Blood God alone, O’Sullivan.
"Ah."
The Pope opened his mouth wide, his voice was hoarse and raucous, like countless glasses grinding against each other.
"You’ve finally arrived."
Boom!
Black light surged from his pupils, an infinitely vast primordial spiritual power rushed forth.
