Chapter 1295 - 603: The Twin Popes Emerge

Chapter 1295: Chapter 603: The Twin Popes Emerge

"The reason I’m able to etch the ’Book of the End’ here is because of your appearance."

David raised an eyebrow slightly, listening intently. He sensed an invisible chain-like constraint in the air, as if time itself was warning him.

"Your traversal is not just a matter of fate but a massive time loop," Glenn Hill continued in a low voice. "Back then, when civilization was about to fall, I came into contact with the divine glow of redemption emanating from within you. At that moment, I knew the future would inevitably change.

Thus, I wrote our secrets, warnings, and hopes into this secret tome—this is why you stepped into the ’temporal corridor.’"

David’s eyes were deep, feeling the stream of information traveling through time rushing towards him, his mind filled with countless fragmented memories, those that were not his, yet seemed closely intertwined with the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, a dull thud resonated from the depths of the faraway void fissure.

Accompanied by a dark shadow roaring in like a beast, it enveloped the entire desolate world.

A shadowy figure, dark and oppressive, gradually became clear, clad in a black-and-gray robe that underneath transformed into an unstable form intertwined with mist and rune patterns.

This was the Pope’s shadow, a legendary secret existence said to manipulate the Dark Forces behind the Eternal Night Council, and also the mastermind behind numerous dimensional conflicts.

He was currently pursuing David through extremely covert and dangerous temporal fissures.

"The Pope... they have intervened," Liya’s voice trembled as she tightly grasped her magic staff, clinging to the last glimmer of hope. "The Eternal Night Council is merely a facade; the one truly in control is the Church... We’ve been exploited for too long!"

The Earth shuddered with his every step closer, a cold and piercingly chaotic energy erupted from the shadow, compressing and twisting the surrounding space into a suffocating state.

The sorcerer knights swiftly raised their barrier shields, using their solid bodies to withstand the powerful assault. Yet, they all knew in their hearts, this was not an enemy that could be resolved with mere weapons, but a significant catastrophe concerning the survival of the future, even the soul’s destination!

Meanwhile, inside and outside the grand hall, the trembling dissipated layer by layer, a huge abnormal fluctuation swept in like a tidal wave—this was the eruption of the first-time correction impact!

The torrent of history began to counter those attempting to alter the past or future processes, gathering countless remnants of the past, souls with unfinished missions, and distortion points of shattered reality into a monstrous deluge, tearing and reassembling all the fragmented memories.

The protective barrier flickered with purple light, countless runes danced and rotated in the air, like stars falling from the sky and rising again, yet still unable to withstand the overwhelming momentum of this catastrophe!

Liya’s face was pale, yet she stood firmly against the wind, a determined flame flashed in her eyes: "We cannot retreat! If we let the correction impact devour our faith, all our sacrifices will become in vain!"

Cynthia stepped onto the ground with her sword, her whole body gleamed with frost runes due to the extreme cold aura, appearing as an ice crystal sculpture in the bitter cold wind.

"What we must protect is not only life but also truth and free will!"

The leader of the Priest Corps, with veins bulging on his forehead, commanded everyone in a loud voice to stabilize their spirits: "Today’s judgment has become a crisis turning point, we must counter the current of fate with steadfast faith, otherwise, this road to purification will never be passable!"

Outside the grand hall, the thunder gradually ceased, yet the space still trembled incessantly, some young sorcerer knights’ faces turned pale, even exhaling heavily.

But after exchanging a glance, they gathered together again, using all their life-long will to support each other’s fragile defense.

This was a war built on mental barriers forged from flesh and blood, the ultimate fortress uncompromising against destiny!

David stood at the center of the time-space light cast by the Star Gnomon, he felt his bloodline meditation method being continually activated, constantly absorbing and reconciling the chaotic energy brought by the correction waves.

He realized he was both a guide and a critical node, an indispensable piece moving between the past and future.

"No matter how many repairs, no matter how many traps surround me, I will not lose my way." His voice was deep but resonated with unwavering determination, "This is our era, and the only chance to restore the shattered world to order, to let the true dawn illuminate every corner."

Just at this moment, a sharp, shrill buzzing came from the depths of the void fissure, the Pope’s shadow unleashed a vast magic net, freezing the surrounding space into a silvery crystalline matrix, approaching David like the most ferocious hunter devouring soul will!

The war drums beat, each drumbeat struck the chest of everyone, invigorating the warriors with the deeply buried power, also igniting more courage to block the torrent of destruction.

Yet everyone knew this battle was just the prologue of a long journey...

The aftermath of the void fissure still lingered in the air, David slowly returned to the Silver Moon Royal Court, stepping into that familiar and solemn grand hall.

Despite the nightmare-like imprint of the temporal corridor experience, he remained calm and clear-headed.

The runes on the Star Gnomon still flickered slightly, as if whispering untold secrets.

David walked slowly into the council chamber, the place where the highest power of the Royal Court once concentrated.

The heavy door was pushed open, the hinge making a slight creaking sound that echoed in the empty hall.

He looked around, the towering stone pillars embedded with the ancient inscriptions and emblems of the Silver Moon Race, every detail bearing the weight of profound historical memory.

Hill had already been waiting there, his expression grave, eyes sharp as an eagle, staring at the magical projection screen suspended mid-air before him.