I am the heroine's godfather!

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Troubled times.

Loran suddenly felt a headache coming on, and an inorganic voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

[Host triggered critical message detected; hidden mission activated.]

Hidden Quest: Beneath All That.

[Hidden Quest Part 1: Seven Days of Life and Death.]

[Mission Introduction: A cycle repeats every three thousand years; the ancient elven tree experiences seven days of growth and decay. The apostles of death arrive, seeking to seize the seed of growth and decay.]

[Mission Objective: Resist the onslaught of the Apocryphal Apostles and prevent them from achieving their objective.]

[Quest Reward: Fate Twisting Level Increases by 3%, and unlocks the next quest stage.]

Holy crap, what the hell is this?

Loran paused for two seconds before remembering his ridiculously low-profile system. After carefully reviewing it, he realized that the intelligence he had just compiled had triggered this mission.

What lies beneath all of that?

That's a really interesting name.

Loran thought that this was something he had to do anyway, and it could also increase the degree of fate distortion, so it was timely.

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The purple light of the altar flickered like breath in the night. Loran, hidden among the gnarled roots of the ancient tree, traced a three-dimensional model of the camp's energy flow in the air with his fingertips. The words of Adams' phantom still echoed in his ears as he stared at the red dots dancing in the model—the guards he had discovered.

Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them "firewood"?

Remembering Adams' words, Loran gave a cold laugh.

Amidst the bustling crowd, several believers were led onto the altar, their eyes still burning with fanaticism.

The night breeze carried the murmurs of corrupt believers, and a cold glint flashed in Loran's eyes. He removed the starlight pendant from his neck—a sacred relic given to him by Messiah, containing a wisp of demigod-level holy flame.

"It's time to close the net."

The dying Pope stood atop the altar, reverting to his eerie appearance from the battlefield, his eyes flickering as if lost in thought.

The stinging sensation of the earth's vein energy flowing through the thorn crown pulled him back to reality. The numb prayers of the believers drifted from the perimeter of the camp; ten more had been chosen as new kindling tonight.

"You hesitated."

The phantom of the fallen pope coalesced beside her, her luxurious attire framing her exquisite face, her peculiar makeup adding an eerie beauty: "This doesn't seem like you."

Before the dying Pope could reply, the fallen Pope let out another shrill laugh: "In fact, this is just like you, hahahaha! A thousand years ago, you were just like this, indecisive!"

"..."

The dying Pope's voice sounded like rusty gears grinding together: "The ceremony is about to begin."

"Ha! Now you have nothing to say?"

The fallen pope dug his fingertips into his decaying shoulder: "How ugly, withered flower! You've already abandoned your name, abandoned your country, is there any room for retreat...?"

The sound of something cutting through the air interrupted her words.

Twelve arrows wreathed in holy light shot towards the altar from different angles, their leaping azure flames distorting the air. The dying Pope instinctively raised his thorny shield, but his expression changed drastically the moment it touched the arrows—they were pure illusions of light!

"Lure the tiger away from the mountain."

He turned around abruptly, and a burst of golden light suddenly erupted from the west side of the altar.

Loran's true form emerged from the shadows, casually tossing down a flame. The holy flame surged along the earth's veins, instantly igniting three corrupted believers. Amidst piercing screams, he swept eastward like a ghost, scattering frost spells along the way.

"Stop him!"

The Fallen Pope shrieked as he hurled the Eyeball Necklace, the seven eyeballs exploding into a bloody mist in mid-air, transforming into undead knights wielding scythes.

As the scythe slashed down, Loran's figure suddenly split into dozens of illusions, each releasing different magic!

Fire, lightning, ice spikes, holy arrows...

The undead knight's scythe shattered the illusion, but the erupting elemental turbulence illuminated the camp as bright as day. The real Loran had broken through to the east, and the moment the Sanctuary's Judgment pierced the ground, the pre-placed frost runes activated simultaneously!

Seventh-tier magic: Winter Shackles!

Extreme cold spread along the earth's veins, and ice crystals condensed on the surface of the altar. The thorny spear of the dying Pope pierced through the air, but before striking Loran in the back, it passed through an illusion—another illusion!

"All you can do is hide?!"

The corrupting magic of the Fallen Pope turned half of the camp into a poisonous swamp, but then Loran's true form appeared directly above the altar, holding a crystal formed from seven elements.

He remained expressionless as he thrust the crystal in his hand toward the dying pope.

In the instant the crystal fell, the dying Pope finally understood.

Destroying the altar was merely a feint; his true objective was himself!

The dying pope's gaze sharpened. He was not good at dodging, let alone in a hurry.

Since we can't avoid it, we'll just have to bear it!

The Shield of Decay was instantly formed and then shattered by the crystal. This happened ten times in a row, until the crystal finally pierced into the body of the dying Pope.

"boom."

Loran murmured, and the crystal exploded instantly!

"Do not--"

A dazzling beam of light shot into the sky, shattering the body of the dying Pope!

"You guy!!!"

The Fallen Pope charged in with a shriek, but Loran had no intention of dragging things out.

He snapped his fingers.

A blinding light suddenly shone on the altar!

"Remember, praise, and then sink into despair!"

The silver light engulfed the fallen pope.

"This is the dream of a thousand years."

This is magic that Loran obtained from the secret realm where he spied on the Dragon of Destiny, and this is the first time he has used it.

The silver light wasn't particularly dangerous, but the Fallen Pope had nowhere to hide and could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed by the glimmer!

In a daze, she seemed to see her former self, the gentle, polite, and incredibly devout version of herself to the Seven Gods.

This is......

The next moment, the dream shattered, and Loran's sword pierced her chest!

"you!!!"

The fallen pope coughed up blood and screamed, "How dare you! How dare you!!!"

"Tsk, it's still not seriously damaged. What a nuisance."

Loran clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. Indeed, the other party was a seventh-level saint after all, and with the influence of the evil god, his recovery ability was exceptionally strong.

Legendary Durability King.

On the other side, the dying Pope also slowly got up. He had still underestimated the power of Loran's move. The crystal exploded in his body, and the damage it caused to him was not to be underestimated. Even for him, it would take some time to recover.

But after a certain period of time, it means that not only will they lose the ability to seize the seeds of life and death, but they will also lose the ability to draw upon the earth's veins.

The dying pope coughed up a mouthful of decaying blood, which fell to the ground and made a sound like it was corroding the earth.

"It seems we must keep you here today."

His voice was hoarse: "We must not allow a strongman like you to roam freely on the earth."

Chapter 191 Holding My Own Against Two, Because I Am Lorian

Loran narrowed his eyes, ready for battle, but couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

His timing was perfect. Since breaking through to the seventh level in martial arts and magic, he had never fought against someone of the same level. Although Adams had tried his best that time, he had to use Messiah's blessing because his opponent had activated the second stage, so he couldn't use much of his own strength.

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These two are both Saints today, and they are a bit stronger than Estia and the others. However, because Loran attacked first, their strength will naturally be reduced. They are perfect for testing each other.

Well, as long as you guys don't cheat first, I absolutely won't use Messiah's blessing!

Unless I can't beat them.

Loran made a silent vow.

The three saints simultaneously concentrated their magical power throughout their bodies, creating a massive magical disturbance that was especially noticeable at night and could be felt even from thousands of miles away!

Inside Tina City, Estia and Lestinger frowned as Lucifer's phantom appeared: "It seems Lorian has made his move."

The powerful protector of Avia awoke with a start, looking towards the depths of the Elf Forest with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes!

How could this be? Why did such a strong magical fluctuation suddenly erupt in the Elf Forest?

Inside the Vatican of Avia, Tikhemia, who was instructing Elena, suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance.

"What's the matter, teacher?"

Elena was somewhat curious, while Tikimia narrowed her eyes: "Lord Lorian's magical fluctuations... it seems that the opponent is indeed quite troublesome."

"Your Majesty Lorian? Uncle Loran? Is he in danger?"

Elena asked with concern, still grateful to Loran, the man who changed her life.

"That's not the case."

Tikmia shook her head: "In terms of strength, His Majesty Lorian is unmatched at the seventh rank."

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Corrupting magic hissed through the ruins, and the thorny crown of the fallen pope oozed a dark green viscous liquid, each drop corroding a deep pit in the ground. The tattered robes of the fallen pope fluttered without wind, and a necklace of seven newly formed eyeballs floated beside him, shimmering with an eerie purple light.

"You should be honored."

The voice of the Apoptotic Pope, mixed with the rustling sound of roots rubbing together, said: "Since we broke through to the seventh rank, you are the first human to force us to join forces."

Loran raised his staff high in his left hand, while his right hand held the Holy Judgment sword, which pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade gleaming with holy light: "You've only been at the seventh rank for a short time, you old guys should just stay in the dustbin of history and stop causing trouble!"

Because he had gone too far with his boasting, Loran seemed to have forgotten that his ally, the Elf Queen, was also a genuine old woman.

Thankfully, the Elf Queen wasn't there, otherwise Loran would have been attacked.

The Fallen Pope let out a shrill laugh, her beautiful face now appearing extremely ferocious. The seven eyeballs floating beside her trembled, and several undead phantoms emerged from them, each transforming into a familiar face to Loran—Christine, Estia, Serena, Charlotte, and others, even himself!

The phantoms rushed forward, weeping, their fingertips gathering corrupted spikes.

"Ah, what a small skill."

Loran's eyes blazed with golden flames, his All-Encompassing Eyes unleashed at full power! The illusion crumbled in the holy light. The true killing move lay hidden behind the phantom—the thorny spear of the dying Pope was already close to his throat!

However, Loran remained calm and even had the leisure to sneer.

"Too slow."

Loran leaned back to avoid the spear tip, tapping the ground with his right staff. Frost spread along the spear shaft, but was shattered by magic carrying an aura of death the instant it froze.

The dying pope pressed his decaying wooden left hand to the ground, and the entire ruin suddenly rose up, with countless rotten roots swarming out like giant pythons.

"Wind, gather here!"

"Fire, blaze!"

"Blazing Vortex!"

Flames and hurricanes intertwined into a crimson tornado, burning the roots to ashes. Loran seized the opportunity to leap into the air, only to find the Fallen Pope already waiting there—blood gushed from the wound on her chest, turning into chains that bound his ankles.

"I caught you~"

She licked the blood from the tip of her right finger, while an eyeball beside her ruptured: "Taste it, this excruciating pain!"

The skin touched by the chains instantly festered. Loran frowned, and flames suddenly ignited, engulfing his entire body.

"Fire, burn away evil!"

The flames burned away Na's chains and even healed Loran's wounds. Holy light flashed in Loran's hands:

"Sacred Art: Judgment descends!"

A golden cross descended from the sky, pinning the fallen pope to the ground. The thorny crown of the withered pope suddenly lit up, and magic transformed into a giant hand that held up the cross.