Chapter 1233: Crowning
The resonating sound of the bell echoed through the Sicily Island.
Looking at the man and the two women who were walking up the staircase, many people felt strange. They felt like they were seeing the scene that they saw not long ago but occurred more than 1,000 years ago.
When Fei stood with Angela while holding each other’s hands, they looked extremely similar to the Lord of God Clan and the Lord of Demon Clan.
A little while ago, the old Pope Stabila of the Holy Church showed the people who appeared at the City of San Siro during the meeting an ancient scroll that sealed some scenes from the ancient Mythical Era. In one of the scenes, the Lord of God Clan and the Lord of Demon Clan stood in the air after defeating the Polluters, and they emitted the dashing and unparalleled presence which was almost identical to what Fei and Angela had right now.
The only difference was that except for Angela who looked extremely similar to the Lord of Demon Clan, there was also the gorgeous Valkyrie Elena.
At this moment, a shaking senior appeared at the gate of the Holy Palace. He had thin hair, many age spots, and deep wrinkles.
He was Pope Stabila.
During the meeting at the City of San Siro a short time ago, this pope who had ruled the Holy Church in another era stated that his life was coming to an end after being tortured in the dungeon below the Holy Mountain, and he couldn’t live for more than a year.
Now, about half a year had passed, and the presence of decay and death grew clearer on him.
If it weren’t for his great power, perhaps this body would turn into dust when the wind blew on it.
About three days ago when the Human Emperor of the North appeared on Sicily Island, Stabila didn’t come out to receive him. Seeing that, many rumors said that this magnate couldn’t last any longer. It seemed like Stabila was pushing himself and trying to complete the last crowning ceremony.
Some people were even worried that this old man couldn’t last until the ceremony was over.
Others guessed that perhaps he was supported by the last bit of will in his mind. Once his last wish was granted as he placed the crown and the robe one the Human Emperor of the North, this old man would die in the wind and return to the stars’ embrace.
At this moment, Stabila no longer looked dominating and heroic. He could barely stand under the support of two old priests who were also white-haired.
Continental Martial Saint Maradona stood beside Stabila expressionlessly.
Seeing Fei coming up the stairs, Stabila concentrated and waited by the gate of the Holy Palace with the Scepter of Ragnarok in one hand, the golden and silver godly robe of the pope in the another, and the Crown of the Gods that represented the highest level of power in the Holy Church on his head.
When the Human Emperor of the North finished walking up the 1,001 steps and arrived before Stabila, the crowning ceremony would officially begin.
People’s eyes were shifting between Fei and Stabila.
Only a few extremely fortunate people throughout history could step on these 1,001 steps, and those who stepped on this path all engraved their names and legends in the history of Azeroth without an exception.
Without question, Fei was the youngest out of all these fortunate people. He was so young that it was sickening!
Finally, Fei arrived before Stabila under everyone’s stare.
“Child, this moment finally came.” A smile could be seen on Stabila’s face.
Fei quietly stared at this old man’s eyes, and he nodded and replied, “Yeah, it is finally here. I must admit that I almost can’t wait.”
“Child, greed is one of the original sins,” Stabila said with a smile while draping the golden and silver godly robe of the pope on Fei’s body.
Fei nodded and replied, “I think so as well. However, how come some people know about the terrifying consequences of the original sins yet still choose to walk on this path?”
“That is because sometimes, greed is a driving force behind the movement of history.” Stabila lightly hit Fei’s left and right shoulder with the Scepter of Ragnarok before offering the latter blessings and advice according to the crowning procedure.
“But history is always written by the victor, right?” Fei grabbed the Scepter of Ragnarok that Stabila passed to him and tightly grasped it in his hands, but his smile remained on his face.
“Of course, history is always written by the victor, but who is the final victor?” Stabila’s smile didn’t disappear as well.
The conversation between these two people was simple and ordinary, but it didn’t fit today’s occasion.
The two old priests beside Stabila were surprised as they looked at the old man and the young man who were in the process of transferring power. For some reason, they sensed a trace of hostility in this conversation.
Except for these two old priests, no one else overheard this conversation.
This was a conversation that would never appear in the history books.
Then, Stabila slowly took the Crown of the Gods off his head.
Under everyone’s stare, and while resonant and pure holy spiritual songs and the loud bell echoed in the area, this crown that represented the highest level of power was placed on Fei’s head as the latter single-kneeled.
Crowned!
This was the most important and most significant action today!
When the Crown of the Gods landed on Fei’s head, applauses and cheers sounded from around the Holy Palace.
This moment finally arrived!
The Human Emperor of the North became the Pope of the Holy Church!
From now on, a new legend was about to be written on the Azeroth Continent. No one and no force could rival this young man who was only about 24 years old!
This young man was officially unrivaled and could overpower anyone.
The holy spiritual array on Sicily Island was triggered at this moment.
A total of 108 silver holy light beams dashed into the sky, looking like the fanciest and most beautiful fireworks in the world. While the light beams shone in the air, the holy spiritual songs suddenly paused, and the last bell ring from the Holy Palace ended as well. The angels with white wings slowly fell from the sky, looking like blooming white flowers and representing pureness and nobility.
Pope Alexander!
It was a new title!
The youngest pope in the Holy Church’s history!
A new era was about to begin for the Holy Church!
“Child, follow me! Just you alone!” Although Stabila still looked weak, he didn’t need the two old priests to help him at this moment. While staggering a little, he walked toward the gate of the Holy Palace that was engulfed in holy light.
With the scepter in his hand, the crown on his head, and the godly robe on his body, Fei followed Stabila into the Holy Palace.
At the same time, Continental Martial Saint Maradona also walked into the Holy Palace.
The two old priests looked at each other in shock.
“This isn’t set out in the official procedure of the crowning ceremony. Could it be that the old pope can’t hold on anymore? He has a few last words for the new pope before he dies? But why did Continental Martial Saint Maradona follow them?”
Under everyone’s stare, these three figures disappeared into the brilliant holy light. They were the three most powerful figures on the continent.