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"I'm willing!" Lena clenched her fists in front of her chest, her face streaked with tears.
"Hey! Wait! Your Majesty! Hey!"
Ice Heart flickered with unease, a faint premonition of something bad: "I know you're happy, but please don't be! Okay? Wait until the backlash subsides, then you can do whatever you want! Really... this concerns the future of humanity!!!"
The Ice Heart flickered with a startled light, no longer hoping that Lena would see reality clearly, but instead settling for second best.
Can't we at least let it escape this backlash once?!
Lena wiped away her tears. Fortunately, her mental state was much more stable than the previous two times, and she was about to compose herself.
However, the dream was not over yet.
Inside the tent, Mino's face showed a look of realization:
"But at least, I can record how I feel right now!"
Eh?
Lena was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked into the dream, where Mino wrote down words full of emotion with a flourish of his pen.
"Let's use this one... Hmm, I remember... it should be written like this."
Seeing Mino's resolute expression soften and his incredibly focused demeanor return, Lena subconsciously took a step closer to him. Dream and reality seemed to merge, and Lena realized that Mino was much taller than she remembered, no longer the little boy who used to follow her around.
In a daze, Lena looked down and saw the two short sentences left by Mino. She was suddenly shocked, and her eyes flashed with unprecedented tremor.
"How could this happen..."
A poem, brimming with tenderness, revealing profound emotions without uttering a single word of love, comes into view—
"You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old."
"You regret that I was born too late, but I regret... that you were born too early!"
Chapter 178 Mino, you win.
The white mist of the dream rose thickly.
An unknown surge of air currents enveloped everything from all directions, unleashing a chaotic storm upon the entire dream.
The illusory image of the videotape dissipated into tiny specks of light, and the entire dream of memories vanished in an instant, but those two lines of text were imprinted directly on Lena's heart.
Even after a hundred or a thousand years, it will never fade from my heart...
"Are these the words Mino left for me before she went to her death...?" Lena gently touched her forehead, her body swaying slightly, as if overwhelmed by immense happiness.
If this isn't love—
The doubts that had been buried deep in her heart vanished at this moment. Lena was absolutely certain: whether it was Mino's tone in the dream, Mino's expression, or the words Mino left behind, the only one who matched was her, a woman older than Mino!
Not to mention the most delicate emotions revealed in those words.
It's impossible that Mino himself, who wrote those words, didn't realize their true meaning!
"I know everything, but I just don't want to face it." Lena's clear eyes welled up with unprecedented emotions, her heart burned with passion, and a warm current surged through her body!
This warmth even seemed to flow into the icy blue gemstone on her chest, causing it to sparkle with an incredibly rapid light!
"send!"
Ice Heart cried out in a desperate and profound voice from its soul, and then the gem tilted and its light dimmed... It was as if it had been relieved once again.
After more than ten days of settling down, she finally couldn't withstand the backlash. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't even flash the light properly anymore. The saintess still had a brain fart: Mino, you win.
The dream, once again, solidified—
……
As the sun slowly broke through the dawn, it cast its light upon the smooth slopes of Longzang Mountain.
The Magician's Round Tower.
Lark listlessly rolled out of bed, his face looking terrible. Even the "darkness" within him seemed surprised: "Why do you look like you just had a nightmare?"
"I suddenly dreamt of the news from the Mino battlefield again." Lak pressed his head, as if haunted by some psychological trauma: "It was absolutely terrifying."
"Hasn't he caused me enough trouble already? If he had been born a few decades earlier, I would have almost committed suicide on the spot!!!"
Thinking of this, Lak gritted his teeth:
"That's a curse, the lingering curse of Mino!!!"
"Is that so? From the perspective of those humans outside, it might actually be quite touching..." The dark figure chuckled, feeling immense pleasure at the foolishness of those humans.
Regardless, the emotions expressed in the message sent by the hero were quite touching.
"Touching? What a joke!"
As the person involved, Lak didn't find it particularly pleasant. Gazing at the pale sky, he let out a bitter snort:
"Only someone who's lost their mind would be moved by such words!"
……
The first rays of sunlight shone on the windowsill, reflecting a gleam onto the mechanical body.
Brad donned a majestic and sacred papal robe, looked at himself in the mirror, and a deep warmth welled up in his eyes: "Everything is finally coming to an end."
"His Majesty the Pope."
Hope, who was standing guard at the door, came forward to greet him. Seeing that Pope Brad looked a little better, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Although His Holiness the Pope still looked much older than before for some unknown reason, judging from his relaxed expression, he must have foreseen the awakening of their most precious saint!
"Your Holiness, the new papal robes are already being made. I believe that the entire capital will be thrilled when the new robes are worn!" Hope said with a slightly excited tone.
The change of papal robes is not just a matter of changing clothes, but rather, like the New Year, it symbolizes a renewal of destiny for the entire church and even the kingdom!
Ten years ago, when Pope Brad single-handedly defeated the demons, the church leadership and even the kingdom had already planned to provide him with new papal robes. However, at that very moment, he quietly left the capital and embarked on a sacred journey across the continent.
Now, with the realization of the great miracle of the lifting of the seal on Saint Lena, the golden radiance on His Holiness the Pope can no longer be contained by an old papal robe!
“Very good.” Brad could no longer suppress his smile, letting it spread unrestrained across his lips, his cheerful tone carrying a hidden meaning:
"At that time, I will launch an attack in a completely new form—"
Yes, it will be soon.
Brad's eyes gleamed with intense anticipation. Once he devoured the Heart of Ice and completely transformed his flesh and blood into an eternal machine... the sacred power of the entire human kingdom would be powerless against him!
He had been waiting for this day for a long time!
As for that saintess with the Ice Heart who was somewhat of an eyesore no matter how you looked at her, she could only blame her bad luck...
Since she encountered him, it could only mean that he was her nemesis, destined to bring her fatal calamity.
"Goddess bless..." Brad smiled broadly as he arrived at the basement door.
As he commanded, a sacred prohibition was posted at the entrance, preventing anyone from entering silently; only he had the authority to lift the prohibition.
"open."
The ruby scepter tapped gently on the ground, and the forbidden luster of the basement entrance gradually dissipated, revealing a dark entrance that opened to Brad, exuding an unprecedented allure.
"Last night... Saintess Lena must have had an unprecedentedly beautiful dream."
Brad smiled and, with Hope's help, descended the steps one by one.
This was inevitable. The injection of those precious artifact resources he had accumulated could not only repair the damage to the sacred relics, but also stabilize Saintess Lena's dream, allowing her to enter an extremely stable "sage state." Unless an emotion that exceeds the human threshold surges in her heart, no one can break it.
What Brad was least worried about was that this was the dream of the legendary Ice Saintess, an ice queen whose emotions could not be swayed by anyone.
Unfortunately, having been sublimated by the essence of "decaying artifacts," he can no longer see much beauty in that once beautiful and delicate face.
What truly stirred his emotions were the perfectly pure and otherworldly relic, the Heart of Ice, and the countless sacred artifacts slumbering beneath the cathedral.
Next, all he needs to do is awaken Saintess Lena, devour the Ice Heart, complete the mechanical ascension to godhood, and reach the pinnacle of life!
Just thinking about it makes me feel an endless chill running through me, like I'm about to burst into flames... Hmm? Why can't it ignite?
Wait a minute... a cold wave?!
Brad lifted his eyelids, revealing a hint of doubt.
Even though the mechanization of most of his body had greatly reduced the effect of temperature on him, why did he feel so cold, from his body to his soul, as he descended the steps?
"Your Holiness the Pope..." Hope's voice trembled with coldness.
"What exactly is going on?"
Brad gradually opened his eyes wide, taking in the entire scene in the basement.
The enormous ice ball was covered with countless ice crystals, becoming an extremely cold white ice ball... An endless chill that eroded the soul was revealed, and one could vaguely sense the weakening and dissipating power of the sacred relic.
The entire basement was frozen solid—
Chapter 179 It turns out to be you!
"Ice, ice, ice..."
With his eyes wide open, Brad's aged fingers trembled violently, and his breath came out in a labored, labored manner, like a bellows, unable to utter a single complete word.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Pure Heart—how could it have reverted to its original form, almost like it was turning back into its raw materials?!
"Who is it? Who on earth is it?!" Brad's eyes flashed with intense grief and indignation, and he was almost out of breath.
You beast!! You beast!!!
No one could understand his feelings at that moment: that was the source of his energy accumulated over many years! He had devoured and stored it through his own skills! Even when he was wandering the continent for the past ten years, he was reluctant to use even a little bit more than necessary. He would just pick up some scrap metal to eat every day, and he felt incredibly happy just from feeling the abundant source of energy in his body.
Before it could even warm up, it was forced to "contribute" everything to save Bingjie's heart!
Brad's eyes were glazed over, and he kept making incoherent "hoarse" sounds. His body was violently thrown back and forth, and tears streamed down his face as he grieved.
"What did I do to deserve this?!"
Archbishop Hope, standing to the side, was horrified. He had only ever seen such utter despair on Prince Ota's face once before!
"Your Holiness, please take care of yourself and don't get too agitated." Hope, no longer concerned with scrutinizing the strange turn of events, quickly and gently comforted him, "Everything will turn around, there is still hope..."
"It's over! It's completely over!!! Don't you understand?!"
Unexpectedly, this only further provoked Brad, whose hunched body jumped three feet high as if in response to stress!