"Minos, there is no doubt that you are a very good knight, young, handsome, calm, independent......"

Titis VIII led Talos through several heavily guarded sanctuaries, into a chamber, and then into a passage leading to the lowest floor of the Temple of the Creator, where the light began to dim.

"One hundred and twenty-three years ago, when I was chosen by the Holy Grail to become the new Pope, I was not as calm as you were when I went to the bottom of the temple under the leadership of the previous Pope, Hannah Lore XVI. ”

A few minutes earlier, Titis VIII had given one last sermon to thousands of Nagas in the square, and then sealed off the Temple of the Creator to hold a lineage ceremony for Talos.

The inheritance ceremony is the most important part of the smooth change of the popes of the three god domains, and there is no room for mistakes, so the location is chosen in the safest place.

After the ritual is completed, Titis VIII will disappear from the physical plane and travel to the land of the Creator, which Talos believes is the reason why she can't help but remember the events of many years ago and babble about the past like an ordinary old woman.

When a stone door inscribed with a ring of dragon runes opened under the guidance of the scepter, Dietis VIII encouraged: "Believe me, you will become a great pope." ”

"Of course, I think so too!"

After confirming that he had really fantasized about becoming the new pope, and that no one was upset about it, Talos became more confident than ever.

Humility is certainly a virtue, but it is clearly more desirable than self-confidence, and he should show the courage and majesty of a pope, confess all his virtues, and gladly accept the praise and compliments of all.

It's part of a pope's life, isn't it?

Click, click, click

The stone door closed, and a series of dense magic runes appeared on the six sides of the secret room, which was no more than 30 feet long and wide, flickering with a faint light, suddenly brightening the originally bleak environment.

On the ground, two circular circles were formed, and Dietis VIII pointed to one of them and said to Talos, "Come, Minos, you stand here, and here is my place—"

A secret room, two naga, the inheritance ceremony, officially began.

Talos looked at Titis VIII without blinking, only to see her snake coiled in the circle, holding the chalice in her hand, and seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed.

A golden strand of unidentified substance—Talos couldn't tell whether it was liquid or light—something like the golden-dyed mercury that flowed, like ripples on the surface of the water in the breeze, like clouds spreading out and swirling softly in the wind—peeled off her temples, like a fish thrown into a circle of Talos snakes.

The moment his gaze made contact with the golden substance thrown into the circle, a solemn and solemn temple slowly unfolded in Talos's vision, as if he was looking into the temple through a skylight.

Interestingly, Talos thought, to draw more attention to the golden substance by way of his gaze.

The temple was open to Talos, and to be precise, his consciousness fell into the center of the temple, and even Talos could have seen and heard that it was a very magnificent building, a beautiful one, with the wisdom and piety of a race.

What's even more amazing is that every idol inside the temple – the creator in Naga's eyes is naturally a four-armed Naga with a trident in her hand – every fresco, every statue, every sacred text, is made up of knowledge from countless theological fields, creationism, creationism, apocalypse......

As far as Talos could see, countless theological knowledge related to the Creator rushed into his head and was deeply engraved in his mind.

There was no pain, no pressure, just a moment of passively remembering countless theological fields that were completely unfamiliar just a few seconds ago, how to exercise papal power, how to manage the domain of the sea, sermons and prayers of the highest standard......

Not to mention mastery and application, the amount of general theoretical knowledge alone is not lower than that of any small church bishop in the main material plane.

Wonderful, at least for now, not to worry about being a pope in the future and inadvertently behaving in some less "pope" way, Talos' will roams around the temple, greedily absorbing all kinds of theological knowledge, and thinking happily.

At the same time, he felt a little that if he had used this method when he was a child to receive magical enlightenment and learn foreign languages such as Elfish, lingua franca, and dragons, his childhood must have been much more wonderful and rich than it is now.

In the midst of Talos's inheritance amazement, which had no side effects, a second wisp of golden substance was stripped from Titis VIII's body, and in Talos's amazed gaze, it turned into a large, three-dimensional map composed entirely of pearls.

Each pearl contains all kinds of anecdotes and customs of Terra's corresponding location, and the knowledge that Talos has learned from Hernan, the Black Witch, and Deborah in the past few days can only be described as a drop in the ocean.

The inheritance ritual continued, and the entire chamber was shrouded in a faint golden aura, and the golden substance around Talos became more and more, as if a group of golden swimming fish surrounded him.

At this time, Talos's consciousness had long since withdrawn from the temple and the map, and he wandered back and forth on a huge training ground, where countless heroic knights of the Sea God Domain showed him various combat techniques and spell casting methods.

Every member of the three gods is a paladin, and he is also a master of hand-to-hand combat, and the Pope is the best of them, in addition to the use of conventional weapons such as tridents, pentents, and swords, as well as Talos's favorite weapon, the scimitar.

Talos, who has mastered the dual-weapon combat specialty, is a good hand at using scimitars, but he still can't say no to the first-hand understanding passed down from generation to generation of popes, and with every second that passes, his mastery of the scimitar deepens!

It's a wonderful feeling, and if you break down the level of mastery of the scimitar, Talos is on the road from "mastery" to "master" and can't stop.

Undoubtedly, this was a great fortune far beyond Talos's expectations, and his mind was soon completely immersed in the training ground.

The only disadvantage is that the amount of knowledge and experience passed down by the 212 generations of popes is so huge that Talos's consciousness is blurred by the impact of the information flow, and he can't digest all these experiences in an instant, but can only copy them and realize them slowly.

His brain was overloaded.

Where Talos didn't see it, a band of light glowing with golden aura rose from Titis VIII's body, slowly drifted towards him, and finally pressed against his forehead.

A tingling sensation spread throughout Talos's body, like a faint electric current, and like the special touch he used to play with as a child, led by Leonhard, to the surface of the sea, and then free to descend to the bottom of the sea with gravity, like a special touch of gentle water brushing the surface of his body.

In a burst of intense golden light, the bands of light all melted into Talos's forehead.

"It's been so many years that I've finally found a fresh, gifted body that I can change into clothes—"

A strange voice sounded in Talos's head, neither his own nor Titis VIII's, belonging to a third person.

The voice was indistinguishable, slippery, like the marks left by a snail crawling rapidly in the cellar of the cold tide at an incredible speed, and a feeling of nausea rose for no reason the moment one heard it.

"And who are you, and why are you in my brain?" the consciousness of the body's owner sounded in his mind as the unknown target invaded Talos's brain and let out a satisfied and delighted admiration.

"Are you still conscious?" the voice froze slightly, then became more cheerful, "This is a good thing, it proves that your mental strength and soul quality are very good. Minos, I have to say that you have surprised me so much, and now I am looking forward to what it will be like after you. ”

"I won't be honored at all by this, do you choose to get out of my head or get kicked out by me, Titis VIII!"

"My choice is to stay here and take over this body. A loud voice echoed in Talos's head, "Besides, I'm not Titis VIII, it's just one of my many names. ”

"I see!" Talos guessed because of the words "change clothes", "the so-called papal succession ceremony is a hoax from beginning to end, and I guess the real Titis VIII is ready to accept the inheritance with joy, but what he is waiting for is being erased, right?"

No wonder he, a non-creator, would have been chosen to be the new pope, if everything was manipulated in the pope election ceremony just now, everything would have made sense.

"Why limit your gaze to just one Titis VIII, if I were you, you would guess that it was a whole 212 popes who were erased. Such a narrow gaze and shallow insight, humans, Naga, harpys, all of them. But that's okay, you'll be the 213th in no time. ”

Very rarely, Talos cursed a foul word because of a terrible truth.

The Ocean Divine Domain Pope's Inheritance Ceremony is simply a conspiracy, those living beings who have fought with trench mermaids to prove their piety and strength, and the best Divine Domain knights or Divine Domain elders of each generation are not glory, nor power over the world, but death.

Successive popes have taken the next generation, Marianne IX is dead, Hannah Lore XVI is alive, Hannah Lore XVI is dead, and Titis VIII is alive......

It wasn't until years later, in the vault of the Temple of the Creator in Asgart, that Talos discovered that all the popes were actually one person.

Only he lives forever.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am the beginning, I am the origin, I have built the Temple of the Creator, there are countless Naga prayers when I wave my arms to shatter your will, there are countless blessings when I look down on your soul and erase your consciousness. I am the sea, the ocean that has existed since the beginning of the world!"

Gradually, a golden band of light appeared in Talos's mind, and a strong will was violently pressed, and a spiritual storm brewed in Talos's mind, from an alien invader.

"So...... What about the Creator......"

The voice laughed loudly and mocked, "There is no Creator in the world, but it is only a vain and absurd fantasy." I have only repeated a lie a thousand times, and as a result they believe it to be true, worship her, believe in her, go from believing in her to being pious and fanatical, creating doctrines and rules of their own accord, and imprisoning their minds in a cage called the Creator with their own hands. ”

There is no Creator!

Impossible, if there is no Creator, what is the divine skill of the Knights of the Divine Domain?

Judging from his contact with Hernan, Deborah, and other Earth and Sea God Domain knights these days, there is no doubt that they are indeed paladins.

Divine magic comes from the gods, this is the most basic rule, and it is common in all planes.

"Divine Magic...... But the magic ...... It is ...... by the Creator Bestowed!"

Because of the oppression of that strong will, the voice of the master of Talos became intermittent in his mind, and it was very difficult to express the meaning.

"It's a good thing to have a strong thirst for knowledge, but I'm not going to tell you that it's my turn to take over everything for you. ”

The voice ignored Talos's doubts, and a terrible spiritual storm took shape and raged in his mind, which he had used to erase the consciousness and souls of the 212 carefully selected popes, and did not think that Talos could be an exception.

"May I pray to the Creator again before I die?"

The voice agreed to Talos's last request before he died, watching the souls pass away in despair and unwillingness with doubts is the most enjoyable part of the voice for thousands of years, Talos's request has no meaning, except to make the whole part more exciting.

It is undoubtedly a great pleasure to be given the opportunity to ask for help from the creator of the god of faith, and then to violently throw the other person into the abyss.

"At that time, the lion came to the lake of the steppe......"

Talos recited the passage of the Seven Days of the Bible from the second movement of the Truth Sonata, "Truth Initiation", at a rapid pace, and although his voice doubted the content, he did not suspect anything, on the contrary, Talos was very happy with his panic to the extreme.

What he didn't know was that this was the first line of defense after the Talos plane was in danger during the descent of the plane, and there were second and third lines of defense behind it to ensure maximum safety.

“...... Therefore he sent down glory and was able to set you up before you. ”

The Seven Days Bible, a trump card in Talos' hand that cannot be known to others, reveals incredible power and weirdness.

However, a second, two seconds, three seconds......

Five seconds passed, nothing happened, the golden band of light still floated in Talos's mind, and the mental storm launched by the intruder intensified.

"It didn't work?"

Just like the last time Talos used it against the Black Witch, the Seven Days Bible, which had the High Mage Chaster die from an enhanced version of the Boiling Blood Curse, was out of order, again.

This is no accident, as Talos suddenly realizes that the Seven-Day Bible is likely to be invalid in the Terra plane, and that he needs more experimentation.

But Talos didn't have time to think more, because his voice laughed and mocked his actions just now: "I said it, boy, the creator you believe in never existed, the Pope is me, the creator is me, and my will is to erase your consciousness. ”

"Oh, really?"

Talos's panicked and desperate voice suddenly became vast and grand, and at the same time, a warm and bright light suddenly rose, like a rising sun in the east, emitting an extremely vast orange flame.