When Julius heard the door of the cell being locked, and there was only darkness and the stench of decay around him, he finally realized that everything was happening now, along with the fate that awaited him.
His teacher failed, and the chosen one of the Goddess of Life also failed.
He witnessed the descent of the Sword of Judgment, followed by a long night.
He also witnessed the sun rise again, as if the world had experienced a process of destruction and rebirth.
Yet this time, the rightful gods stood against them.
Julius looked down at the hollow in his chest. The wound pierced by the other side had not healed. The pain from the rupture constantly tormented his consciousness, yet some incomprehensible force prevented him from dying despite his magical power being exhausted in battle and unable to heal the holy sword’s wound left on him.
This was the power of the Divine Spirit, and he had become a sinner awaiting judgment.
Julius finally roared, even though they were just a step away from realizing the plan! Whenever he thought about the impending punishment from the Divine Spirit, he found it impossible to stay calm.
The Goddess of Life is dead, and the future belongs to them.
It was his teacher... no, Turzan, who told him this, yet that bastard is now dead, leaving him to face the wrath of God alone!
Since the rightful god truly existed, then what about the Hell depicted in the Holy Scripture? Where would his soul end up? According to the Holy Scripture, the souls of sinners would be imprisoned in Hell, subjected to countless tortures daily, and considering the crimes he committed, this torment would be endless.
Julius slammed his head against the wall vehemently.
Death for him now would be a relief. He would rather his soul be scattered to the winds.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Yet the overpowering scent of blood and pain only made Julius more lucid. The incomprehensible magic once again spared him from death, but it could not quench his fear and pain.
Julius writhed on the ground in agony. As the Pope, an existence who stood out from countless followers, he had never been treated . This was the first time in his life he genuinely tasted the sensation of pain.
He had sent countless people into this dark cell, leaving those "Evil God’s Followers" to await judgment in terror.
His trembling hands reached for the wound on his forehead. The moist and sticky blood almost instantly covered his palms. He couldn’t see the severity of the wound, and this uncertainty deepened his panic.
Just how severe was his injury?
Could even the skull be exposed?
Then why was he still alive?
"Do you want to see? I can help you."
Julius heard the voice from outside the cell, and then he truly saw it.
It was a face twisted in agony, with a gaping wound on the forehead oozing blood. He could see all this clearly because of the sudden crack that appeared in his palm, and the eye that blinked open, an eye that wasn’t his.
His face was entirely stained with blood.
This reminded Julius of Abaddon and that knight’s armor infected with eyes and tendrils. He shouted vehemently, "Devil, you devil! You are no god!"
You were deceived, everyone was deceived!
This person was no rightful god but an Evil God disguised as one!
Ethan had not expected that the only clear-headed person was Julius, "This is a simple application of the upgraded ice element, transforming your body so that even tied to a stake, you’ll burn for a long time before dying. The good news is, you can witness the process of yourself burning down to the bones."
"Ah! Don’t come closer, stay away from me!"
Julius covered his head with his hands, retreating frantically until his back hit the wall and he could move no further. He was certain of Ethan being the Evil God, for only an Evil God could conceive such vile means, possessing such terrifying power.
"But before that, there are some matters you need to address."
"Don’t even think about it! You can never know anything from me!"
Julius was trembling all over. He saw the cell door open, the Evil God walked in, and standing behind Ethan was the one from the other side, the red high ponytail particularly conspicuous in the dim setting. This former Imperial Knight Commander had personally opened the cell for him.
"The other side, haven’t you realized it yet? He is the Evil God. Why don’t you, as a Knight Lord’s follower, stop him?" His legs shook uncontrollably, futilely trying to move back, "Hurry, stop him, don’t let him come closer!"
Upon hearing this, the other side instead stepped aside, munching on the dried beef brought by Ethan with relish, saying, "Your Holiness the Pope, let me show you the dark side of the Empire. I have been bribed by the ’Evil God’ with beef jerky, and no matter what ’Evil God’ does to you next, I will not stop him."
In front of Julius, she played the role of the corrupt Prison Warden, pretending to give Ethan a serious instruction, "Try not to make a deadly scene. After all, he still has to be tied to the stake to be burned. Don’t make it hard for me to explain."
Julius froze, and Ethan had already come before him, looking down at him from above.
Such a scene was naturally not unfamiliar to him.
In the past, he would enter the cells of those ’Evil God’s Followers’ this same way, enjoying their desperate struggles. But no matter how they cursed, how they begged, they could not escape the fate of being tied to the stake and burned to death. Now, he had swapped positions with those ’Evil God’s Followers.’