Chapter 723: Chapter 297 Pope Karis (6k)_2
"Now that I can finally grasp hope, how could I not pursue it with all my might!"
The look in Magga’s eyes could only be described as fervent, but Karis simply sighed lightly and then asked a question that struck straight at Magga’s heart.
"But do you realize, to many people now, your rulership is just like those you once admired?"
Karis’s question caused Magga to pause, but it was far from over.
"When I was a child, you were not like this.
You once overthrew the Church Court, simply to resist its oppression of knowledge for rulership, in order to create a land of freedom under its shadow.
That’s also why I, as the youngest reserved Pope, was willing to support you back then.
But now..."
Under Karis’s youthful appearance, his eyes seemed to suddenly become aged, but this deepness bestowed by the world didn’t last long.
The next moment, all the depth was suddenly shattered.
"Hey, old man, you didn’t gain anything this time, can’t break through further, and don’t have many years left to live, right.
Wanna join me? With my power, I can ensure you live through the next era..."
"Shoo, shoo, shoo! A rare chance to reflect on life just got interrupted by you...
Let’s go, didn’t gain much this time."
Magga said grumpily; it was hard to get solemn, and he was just about to start reflecting on everything he’d done over the millennium, only to be dragged back to reality.
However, Karis’s words did indeed give him some extra food for thought.
Indeed...
He had also lived for over a thousand years, unlike Karis, who could anchor his age with the power of a God; his life was nearing its end.
Perhaps a large part of his current pursuit of power stemmed from this very reason.
And when did this mentality begin to change...
"Hey, hey, hey, why do you have that self-righteous tone?
I brought you here with considerable effort, and that history recall just now, it all consumed a lot of resources!
Unless you give me the resource receipt right away, I won’t do it!"
Facing Karis’s interruption again, Magga was momentarily speechless.
The resource receipt Karis referred to was precisely the certificate from the Maga Empire’s resource treasury, only through limited issued receipts could resources be extracted from this empire’s treasury, a sort of resource check.
And indeed, the abilities Karis utilized consumed no small amount compared to a normal person’s usage of Magic Power.
"After all these years of friendship, have I ever defaulted on giving you anything? Can’t wait till we get back?"
Magga huffed and puffed, having none of the usual emperor-like composure, like a grumpy old child instead.
"Humph, not necessarily...
Whether you’re giving it or not, otherwise, I’ll just go back myself?"
Karis seemed indifferent, arms crossed and acting like he couldn’t care less.
This line of his rendered Magga silent, his gaze shifted from shock to puzzlement, and finally, to understanding. He silently took out a slip from his Mage Robe and wrote a receipt with magic.
"Hmm, now that’s more like it." Karis took it, glanced over the text, and found the promised resources were several times more than usual.
Knowing his old friend understood his hint, without further comment, he said:
"Let’s go, teleporting here would draw too much attention.
There seems to be an abandoned threshing ground outside the village, let’s teleport there instead.
Now that I think about it, this village is indeed strange, such a large open space left so abandoned..."
Both of them kept their little thoughts to themselves, listening to Karis’s incessant chatter behind him, while Magga, his mind confused by what had just been said, agreed with Karis’s proposal and silently walked ahead towards the village outskirts.
But soon, their minds truly had no room for such details anymore.
Because just as they stepped into the abandoned threshing ground, they immediately sensed something amiss.
Their combat intuition led them to discard any miscellaneous thoughts instantly, requiring no communication at all, the two millennium-old friends moved in unison through sheer tacit understanding.
In an instant, a battle silhouette appeared behind Karis, the Mage in the imagery unleashing Spells that seemed to walk out of the screen into reality, a violent whirlwind erupted centered on the two.
Simultaneously, Magga’s rain-like Ice needles scattered with the gusts of Wind.
On the previously empty ground, the Ice needles drew blossoming blood flowers, freezing the next moment with the cold air exploding from the fragmented Ice needles.
Until the joint Attack hit its target, like two originally disjoint sets intersecting, those formerly "unseen" targets finally became visible to them.
"Demons!"
Having lost their disguise, the two were suddenly startled to find themselves amidst a swarm of Demons, completely bewildered as to why there was suddenly a Demon nest, and how these Demons hid here.
Yet immediately ensuing 9th-rank momentum left them no room for thought.
Regardless, since they appeared in front of them, they might as well stay!
.........
My name is Stica, as you can see, a 9th-rank great Demon.
Ever since I was fortunate enough to accommodate that Abnormal Object, I’ve become one of the top entities among Demons, but even so, I’ve always adhered to the guidance I heard from that figure when I gained power.