I Became The Pope, Now What?-Novel

Chapter 616  615. Sylvester vs. The Church

"Jump, Maxy!"

Boom!

A beam of white light escaped Miraj's mouth and incinerated everything in its path. On a planet full of giant trees and wildlife, the intelligent species on it were too fierce, given their primitive technology. With their seven-foot-tall purple bodies, they were towering and thin humanoids in perfect harmony with nature. Their strength was enough to pose a challenge to Sylvester, but since they mastered the art of blending in with the surroundings and defensive magic, it was harder to hit them.

Bloodied and battered, Sylvester moved around instinctively and cut down all the creatures that were stunned by Miraj's magic. The hidden invisible element of surprise, Miraj, was Sylvester's biggest strength in that world, and thankfully, Miraj could even swallow his Wrath of Heaven's beam of light in his void belly. Whenever needed, the furry fluff ball could throw up that beam as well. It was a much better alternative to bullets and bombs since the beam carried Sylvester's wrath.

"Ha!" Sylvester roared like a crazed lion, sending his sword slashing vertically downward toward the last group of enemies on the planet. This sword, however, was no ordinary blade; it had no molten rocks—The lava field soon consumed the remains of the last creatures.

physical form. Instead, it was made by Sylvester himself, using his own light magic. It was solidified to the degree that he even changed its color by altering the light spectrum and making it appear like a proper longsword, bright silver with a golden hilt.

Wooosh!

It burned anything it touched. And once his blade touched the ground, the earth split apart, forming a long and wide river of molten rocks—The lava field soon consumed the remains of the last creatures.

Thud!

Sylvester knelt down on one knee and relaxed his mind. His eyes, which had shone bright crimson moments ago, returned to their typical gold hue, and the halo behind his head also disappeared. His wounds began to heal on their own, and his senses slowly calmed.

"Maxy! Are you okay?" Miraj flew down from the sky and checked Sylvester.

Sighing, Sylvester stood up as if he had never been injured. He looked around at the destruction he had caused over the past nine months. The entire planet was now left in ruins, half of its vegetation destroyed. "This is what I accomplished in just nine months while merely being a peak Grand Wizard and Platinum Knight. What can a peak Supreme Wizard do? I don't want to imagine it—And gods? We don't even stand a chance."

Miraj sat down on his beloved human's shoulder, "When you become a big god, you'll be strong too, Maxy."

"I like your optimism, Chonky. Let's try not to die on our journey," Sylvester made his sword vanish as it was made of light. "Five nights have gone by, and I've become older by almost four years—It's time we head to Mount Primis."

"B-But… You're not a Supreme Wizard yet." Miraj worriedly interjected, not wanting to see Sylvester lose any limbs anymore.

"I know," Sylvester looked at his palms and his almost naked body since his armor and clothes had chipped away. His body was now refined to the degree that every inch of his skin seemed to be coating muscles as hard as skygems. This was the pinnacle of the Platinum Knight rank. "Julius Aurelius Alexander is a master of dark magic, and my mastery of light magic reached a point I can't push past until I elevate in my wizard rank. If I have you, I know we can defeat him, Chonky."

That instantly cheered Miraj. Enough that he raised his paw in a fist, "Yes!—We will kill him and crush his skull! We will—"

"Not kill him," Sylvester interrupted him. "Our goal is to talk and knock some sense into him. When he came to help me in Masan at that time and gave me that offer, I don't think he came to me out of hatred. It was his cry for help—since he didn't want to destroy the Holy Land and kill millions—He was looking for a way out, but at the same time, for unknown reasons, couldn't resolve the hate he had for the faith."

Sylvester's words went above Miraj's furry head, "Then we make him a friend?"

"I don't know, Chonky. He's a mystery to me, and I can only make a decision after finding out what his motivations are. What pushed him to use his incredible talents against the Church?"

Sylvester looked toward the sky and talked with the Elder God, "Nehilius, I'm done here. Please take me to the exit."

Blink!

Darkness flickered before his eyes, and in an instant, he found himself standing by the door. But before opening, he glanced behind, even though there was nothing there, "The next time we meet, the circumstances might change."

"I wish you fortitude and valor to overcome this adversary. Remember, you are my heir; you must not lose."

Sylvester chuckled and turned the doorknob, "That's the plan."

He crossed over and gazed at the empty hall. Instead of going up, he chose to go to the armory and grab another armor set for himself. But he didn't bother cleaning himself up as he was still not done preparing for the battle. First, he needed to choose a team to take along.

"Maxy, we go home and prepare for adventure now?" Miraj asked, wanting to see Xavia again.

Crack-ck!

Sylvester cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck and shoulders. "Not yet, Chonky. We have something important to do first. Hold on tight. I'll be moving very fast."

Miraj didn't say anything and hugged Sylvester's neck tightly with his soft, fluffy paws.

Sylvester ascended the stairs like a breeze. As if he was gliding on the floor, he didn't even appear as a blur to most eyes, and only a gust of wind was felt by the staff of the Palace. His speed was enhanced by his pinnacle physical body. He easily went out of the Pope's Palace and kicked his feet softly, avoiding damage to the ground by using the air itself to propel him into the sky. Only a few sonic booms were heard before he settled on his trajectory.

Boom!

He landed in the Training Peninsula, a massive area with a high mountain, grasslands, and forests. It was empty at that moment, just what he wanted. As he landed on the ground, he closed his eyes and used the Solarium Web to connect with a few minds that weren't too far away. However, his words were the same for each.

"Within five minutes, reach the Training Peninsula—Drop everything you're doing, and come prepared for an intense battle."

With that, Sylvester closed his eyes to rest his mind and waited for everyone to arrive, one by one. Sure enough, the first one to arrive was Felix, as he also kicked the ground and simply jumped to him. But soon after, the Inquisitor High Lord and Aurora came. After them, Soulbreaker and Emperor Raz joined the group.

All five of them were the strongest assets the Holy Land currently had in its possession—Especially Emperor Raz, a Supreme Wizard.

They all looked at Sylvester in confusion but didn't call out his name, clueless about what was actually going on.

"Prepare to fight me," Sylvester abruptly said and opened his eyes. His right hand began to form the longsword made of light magic. Flawless in size and appearance, seeming real. "You should all attack me at the same time. Fight me as if your life depends on it, and the moment I lose my focus and this sword vanishes from my hand, I'll be the loser. Ultimately, I'll select two of you to accompany me to Mount Primis."

The Inquisitor High Lord didn't even question Sylvester and prepared himself to battle, "If that is your command, we are obliged to do as you planned."

Sylvester raised his light blade, "All of you—all at once."

"Hoho… I like the confidence," Felix smirked, pulling down his helmet's visor before raising his sword. "I'll start it then."

Sylvester didn't react. He remained standing still, upright, with his senses ready to feel any changes around his body. He even tried to feel the subtle shifts in the air, and the biggest helper of all—he sensed the shadows, as the light was obstructed by people's bodies. As light traveled faster, he precisely predicted the direction of attack and the speed.

Clash!

Sylvester didn't even wave his sword and merely deflected Felix's strike by tilting his blade correctly, "Be more mindful."

With a slight nudge, Sylvester sent Felix flying far away in the air. Right at that instant, he sensed thunder crackling in the sky and leaped sidewards, avoiding Aurora's strikes. However, others were already planning their attack against him. Lord Inquisitor slammed his staff to the ground and cracked everything around him, filling everything with fire and magma.

Boom!

Sylvester vanished from his spot and appeared behind the Inquisitor High Lord. His body seemed to glide effortlessly along the ground, his speed reducing him to a mere blur, even to them.

At last, he swung the blade at Lord Inquisitor's neck.

Clank!

Lord Inquisitor lowered himself and stopped Sylvester with his helmet. But Sylvester's blade was too powerful, and instantly, the entire visor of Lord Inquisitor and helmet were thrown away, leaving his face visible. His eyes were glowing red, and his mouth was spewing flames.

However, it was an opportunity. The loyal inquisitor roared at Sylvester, breathing massive flames from his jaws.

"Haaaaa!"

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[A/N: Wrote too much today. Another chapter is coming in an hour.]

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