"Hahaha, Charles! What did I say before? Sooner or later, you will end up like me!" The deformed baby laughed wildly.
Charles looked at the crazy face of Swann, the former Governor of the British Isles, ignored his wild laughter, and turned to look at the Pope beside him.
"As one of the sacrifices chosen by the god of revelers, the huge Lonka is a powerful tool you use to deal with the gods. Is all of this a plot of yours?"
The Pope smiled proudly, "Do you think Swan can make a Lonka by himself? Who do you think revealed the ritual of summoning the Reveler to him?"
Charles nodded with a sneer, "Beautiful, more than 10 million people in the British Isles are all in your bureau?"
The Pope looked at Charles in surprise. "You are still thinking about this now? Shouldn't you be thinking more about your current situation?"
Charles looked down at his healed body and whispered, "As the chosen one of Idik, I shouldn't just be looking for the door, right? There should be a place for me in the remaining two circles."
"Itik, when my Lord was born, it was He who made the door and the key to lock my Lord in. Unless someone possesses His power, no one can find the cell where my Lord is imprisoned." When the Pope said this, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"When did you start setting up the trap? Was Ke De also part of your trap in the beginning?"
The Pope did not answer Charles' question directly.
"Ke De, I remember that child. Although he refused to accept the blessing of the God of Light, he was a good child. I kept his soul, and he was resurrected in the Kingdom of the God of Light."
"Did you build the huge door on the rock to lure me? In fact, everything you did was just to deal with the God of Light! There is no door leading to the surface, right? You have been lying to me." Charles whispered his guess.
The Pope shook his head. "No, Charles, as a believer in the merciful God of Light, I have always followed the promise of my Lord and never told a lie. I did not lie to you."
Charles showed a sarcastic smile on his face, "Really? The great God of Light is merciful? Merciful enough to sacrifice more than 10 million lives for the sake of salvation? Not a single lie? I think there is not a single truth in your mouth!"
The Pope looked at Charles calmly, "What did I say before about my purpose?"
Without waiting for Charles to answer, the Pope began to ask and answer his own questions.
"It's true that we found the key to open the door to the surface. It's also true that the God of Light led his believers to a bright land without suffering. It's also true that I promised Anna that I would never do anything to hurt you. As a believer of the God of Light, I will never lie."
"Is it interesting to say this at this time?"
"I didn't lie to you. You can leave at any time." The Pope's words not only surprised Charles, but also Swan.
The baby made of flesh and blood and machinery yelled angrily, "Why let him go? Kill him! He is also one of the sacrifices! If he leaves, your God of Light will not be able to come out!"
The Pope raised his hand slightly, and Swan's mouth quickly glued together. "So noisy."
Charles looked at the Pope in surprise. He didn't know what the Pope was doing, but no matter whether it would work or not, he was going to give it a try.
Regardless of whether or not we need to find a surface exit in the future, we must first escape from the Pope's control.
It was not a feeling of ordinary flames, but one that came from deep within the body, as if every cell in the body was burning.
"Ah, Charles, it seems that you have forgotten the agreement between us. We signed a contract with our relics. You told me that the consequences of violating the contract will be serious."
With a "whoosh", red flames ignited on Charles' body, turning him into a ball of fire. That was the constraint from the marker pen relic. He had to help the Pope find an exit to the surface.
Charles took a step back and the flames on his body quickly disappeared.
"Bang bang bang!" Swan, lying in the middle of the circle, kept hitting the floor with his fists. Tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his smiling eyes. He felt very happy to see Charles' end.
Charles turned his head again and looked at the Pope. "Actually, I have another trick."
As soon as he finished speaking, Charles raised his left prosthetic hand, and a flesh and blood revolver instantly appeared in his hand. He pointed the muzzle at his temple and quickly pulled the trigger.
Charles' tough skin could not withstand the continuous impact of the bullets. Red and white splashed in the air. He put his fingers into his wound and pulled hard. The pink brain was pulled out by Charles.
"Don't do these useless things. You know you can't die in this place." The Pope took out a pocket watch from his arms and turned it vigorously a few times.
Any movements Charles had made before were quickly reversed at the same speed, and his body returned to normal again.
The Pope smiled at Charles. "Don't be so excited. I think you seem to have made a mistake. We were allies before, but we are not enemies now. The key to the surface is with the God of Light. As soon as the God of Light comes out, you can go home, back to your own world."
"Sacrifice me, and then let me go home? Let my body go home?"
"Although I intend to sacrifice you, this also includes myself. Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."
"Together?" This unusual description made Charles stunned. Before he could figure out what this meant, he saw the Pope walk to one of the four circles.
"Come on, let's rescue the God of Light together. Once he comes out, you can go home."
Charles raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled and shook his head slightly, "No, I don't believe you. You have always emphasized that you are telling the truth, but I still don't believe you. The only way you can sacrifice me is to die in exchange for the release of the God of Light."
"It's death either way. In this case, I'd rather not release the God of Light. At least this way, my family on the surface will be safer, and death will only be left to me."
"Whoosh~" The red flame rose into the air again, and Charles endured the severe pain and continued to rush towards the door.
He wanted to leave here and return to the sea. No matter what he was going to do next, he had to first break free from the Pope's control.
(End of this chapter)