8mi Chapter 387 The Promise Of The Great Principle, The Underground Magic Circle Space!
Chapter 387 The Promise Of The Great Principle, The Underground Magic Circle Space!
Until now, the constraint of potential star rating on Chen Yu has almost ceased to exist.
After all, by hanging out under the Heavenly Dao Tree, one can obtain potential star ratings.
The reason for continuing to do trial tasks is not just for the Little Saintess, right?
The encounter in the Heradic Secret Realm told him that his influence on the past could cause a butterfly effect and directly change reality.
He risks being disliked by other Great Principles and having his account deleted, just to forcibly descend, all for the sake of finding a timeline that allows the Little Saintess to exist until the era he is in.
And even if he can't achieve that.
The Little Saintess will still be erased in the baptism of the long passage of time.
He can still forcefully pull the Little Saintess back from the past timeline after gaining control of the power of the Great Principles.
A Great Principle, making a promise according to their own heart, has no possibility of not fulfilling it!
Several hours later.
Chen Yu carries the sleeping Little Saintess and leaves from the top of the angel statue.
In reality, Chen Yu doesn't like open battlefields.
But he can't resist the fact that the Little Saintess is too good at it, he simply can't control her.
...
Lucifer's Seraphim Holy Elephant is a hollow structure.
Inside, there are layers of huge platform spaces connected by winding stone steps close to the outer wall.
On each platform, intricate runes are carved with precious sacred materials.
Countless runes are connected together, forming a complex three-dimensional magic array.
This is the ritual magic array that the Little Saintess built in order to ascend to heaven again.
At this moment, the lower layer of the ritual magic array is still being arranged.
The penitent Heratugus calmly commands the clergy of the Holy See to arrange materials, engrave runes, and connect the magic array.
Looking down from the edge of the platform, in the dim environment, the huge hollow seems like an endless abyss.
"Penitent, sir."
A stooped old man with white hair walks up to Heratugus. On his wrinkled face, there is an expression of pain and worry.
"Bishop Peter, what can I do for you?" Heratugus smiles kindly.
"Penitent, sir." Bishop Peter smiles bitterly. "Last night, His Holiness closed the top floor of the holy elephant and spent the night alone with the general from the Sultan Empire."
"Oh? So what?" Heratugus asks calmly.
"This morning, His Holiness was carried down by that general." Bishop Peter takes a deep breath and hesitates.
"I see." Heratugus is slightly surprised, then nods calmly.
"Penitent, sir, you are the person His Holiness respects and relies on the most. I hope you can advise His Holiness, she can't continue like this." Bishop Peter says with a pained expression.
"Why? Has His Holiness made a mistake?" Heratugus asks with a smile.
"Um..." Bishop Peter sighs deeply. "I know that you have a close relationship with His Holiness, but you can't continue to indulge her."
"You have not seen what she has become under your indulgence all these years."
"What do you mean by my indulgence?" Heratugus suddenly turns cold. "You must know that His Holiness is the incarnation of light in the world, and everything she does is right!"
"Her will must be carried out."
"What she desires is what I desire, and what the Holy See desires."
"Bishop Peter, are you trying to use your rules to regulate a divine being who has descended to the mortal world?"
"I..." Bishop Peter suddenly becomes speechless.
Heratugus is right.
For believers, the gods are the truth.
Everything the gods do is right.
After knowing the identity of His Holiness as a divine incarnation, what Heratugus has done,
including obeying the orders of His Holiness, helping her indulge, helping her be absurd, and even helping her fall, is the attitude that a devout fanatic should have.
In comparison, demanding a divine being to follow human "morality" and "principles" is an act of great defiance.
In the end, Bishop Peter did not persuade further, but left with a desolate expression.
After a long time.
Heratugus looks up at the dome of the statue space and murmurs, "Finally completed, the final sin of lust..."
"Who is this General Reginald from the Sultan Empire?"
"How can he so easily arouse the lust of a divine being reincarnate?"
"Or perhaps, I'm overthinking it. Lucifer's aesthetics may not affect a reincarnated human, so General Reginald is just an ordinary man who meets the needs of His Holiness?"
"But why is it that she disregards those men who have better looks and personalities that I have sought before?"
"However, since I have completed the Seven Deadly Sins at the last moment, my plan should be able to proceed smoothly."
"This world is inherently illogical."
"I must try..."
"The eternal silence is approaching, and I don't have much time left. I won't have a chance to find the next reincarnator..."
"...The Sword of Heaven, the path of light and hope, Lucifer, it's worth risking everything!"
Heraclitus's body floated in the air and fell down through the hollow in the middle of the statue platform.
Passing through layer after layer of platforms, he landed at the bottom of the interior space of the statue.
On the ground, there were still intricate arrays of runes.
Heraclitus walked to the inner wall of the statue and gently pushed somewhere.
The wall actually sank in.
On the empty ground, there was a circular hole less than half a meter wide.
Without hesitation, Heraclitus jumped into the hole.
This time, his body didn't float, nor did he use any energy. He simply relied on the strength of his body to slide down the wall of the secret passage.
After descending hundreds of meters, a flat space less than two meters high but with a diameter of hundreds of meters appeared.
The entire space was very dark, with almost no light.
Heraclitus fell to the ground from the passage.
He took out a small oil lamp from his pocket and lit it.
By the dim light, he could see that the ground of the flat space was also engraved with countless intricate runes, which were quite similar to the runes and arrays in the statue's central space.
However, compared to the grand and sacred atmosphere of the rune arrays on the statue platform, this array appeared much more sinister and anomalous.
Moreover, every rune and every material were extremely obscure, without any overflowing energy.
Heraclitus walked slowly to the center of the flat space, which was also the center of the rune array. He took out a pure white object from his pocket and carefully placed it in the gap in the center of the array.
In that instant, all the runes in the flat space lit up, and a holy white light illuminated the underground.
This pure white object turned out to be a heart!
It was beating vigorously with a strong vitality.
The outer wall of the heart was covered with densely packed eyeballs.
The pupils of the eyeballs were somewhat scattered.
But at this moment of connection with the array, they suddenly converged.
They kept rotating, as if observing the surroundings.
Suddenly, a pair of pure white wings grew out of the heart.
Flapping its wings, the heart rushed outward.
"Thud—"
A muffled sound came out.
The heart flew less than two meters before hitting a transparent membrane and bouncing back.
"Accept your fate, you can't escape," Heraclitus said calmly.
"Becoming the stepping stone for my ascension to eternal life is your honor."
On the heart, eyeballs suddenly protruded, and a sharp and panicked voice came out.
"Damn demon, you will regret this!"
Heraclitus's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
"Demon?"
"Hehe."
"Look at yourself, do you think you resemble a demon more, or do I?"
Heraclitus lightly pointed.
Deep within the center of the array, thin threads tightly bound the heart.
Sharp threads cut through the heart's surface and sank into the flesh.
Drop by drop, milky white liquid flowed down from the wound on the heart's outer wall.
"Damn demon! Blaspheming the divine is a heinous crime! Your soul will be roasted by the sacred fire!" The sharp voice screamed in agony.
"Hahaha!" Heraclitus laughed heartily.
Then, he suddenly lowered his head, his greedy gaze fixed on the white heart.
"From now on, I am the one who possesses the sacred fire!"