Chapter 1368 - 641: Creation Mountain Falling Sky: The Pope’s Demigod Ceremony_4

Fortunately...

Pride Morning Star can help me!"

He looked up to make sure the Grand Hall was empty, then activated the Power of Law to seal the place.

Only then did he place his hands on the Papal Tiara atop his head, trying to lift it slightly.

In an instant, the shadow beneath the Pope’s feet quivered, and behind him gradually unfolded three pairs of malformed wings darker than shadows!

A voice chanted in the sacred and empty hall:

"Praise... the Fallen Angel!"

Pope Francis IV gazed at his shadow, his smile as gentle and benevolent as ever:

"No one knows that I am the first clergy to cultivate the ’Gospel of Heaven,’ and no one knows that my obsession when ascending to Fifth Order Legend was immortality!

Ever since becoming a librarian and seeing that ’Gospel of Heaven’ manuscript, I’ve been waiting for the day to become Pope.

Because others need the Night Demon’s Panacea to negate the side effects, but the Pope doesn’t need it.

The Papal Tiara itself holds a Sixth Order rank and is the strongest anchor in the material world, enough to resist angelic pollution.

What does it matter if Lucifer is a True God of the divine era?

Now, it is merely mindless immortal divinity, destined—no matter how powerful—to fall like a whale against the harpoons of humans.

The ’Gospel of Heaven’ is the highest level of forbidden knowledge in this world, capable of resonating with an angel formed by an Old God from the first ’Saint Descent Ceremony.’

There’s no need to progress gradually like with other forbidden knowledge.

As long as one’s mind realm is high enough, one can push open the ultimate ’Gates of Heaven’ from the middle and low sequence, inheriting everything left by the Old God.

That is to say, I can ascend from mortal to Sixth Order Demigod in one leap!"

Pride Morning Star·Lucifer can survive even after rebelling against the Creator, testament to his power back then.

At the same time, he was originally a six-winged angel leader and the Heavenly Deputy, with power originating from the Heavenly Father; even in his fall, he’s more aligned with Holy Light than any other Old God.

Thus, he became the most fitting angel for Pope Francis IV when mastering forbidden knowledge.

Perhaps due to the imminent success of a long-planned scheme, a flush of excitement rose on his face as he slowly stood up from the Papal throne.

"The ’Gospel of Heaven’ is about inheritance, not creation.

Therefore, it requires recreating the great deeds of the Old God in the Demigod Promotion Ceremony.

I need to replicate the Creation Mountain Falling Sky, which once changed Lucifer’s fate, essentially reversing Holy Light into demon—the Falling Sky Ceremony.

The book says, the human mind is the ’Driver’ of one’s fate.

His chariot is drawn by two horses: one is the good horse, guiding him upward to the pure divine ideal; the other is an unruly bad horse, dragging him downward to the physical body.

Humans have the capacity to ascend to heaven, even rebirth as divine beings.

But they are constantly tempted by bodily desires, dragging them down to the beastliness of the material world.

This is the ’transformation’ privilege unique to humans.

The Falling Sky Ceremony is divided into three layers: personal fall, collective fall, and world fall.

The goal is to deceive the spiritual imprint within immortal divinity through the ceremony, digest this demigod-level divinity, and leap into a new demigod—a Fallen Angel.

The higher the level of fall, the more like an act it is, and the more perfectly the power from immortal divinity can be inherited."

The kindness on his face turned to ruthlessness:

"So, I must complete the ceremony at the pinnacle of personal power.

Though those foolish Protestants have unintentionally ruined my plan by tearing apart the authority.

But the Emperor of the North Sea, Byron Lancaster, is both the pinnacle of secular power and a symbol against us—the perfect material for my ascension.

The last audacious secular emperor ended up, with his wife and children, wearing confession clothes, braving the cold, barefoot in the snow, weeping for forgiveness.

After nearly three days and nights to the brink of death, they finally received a pardon from the then Pope.

And this time, I will have Byron Lancaster, with his family, kneeling before me, allowing me to step on his renowned reputation to ascend to supremacy!

You have done nothing wrong; you only stand in my way.

Then..."

The smile on the old face was as sinister as a demon:

"Perform the grandest collective fall before all the world!

Why should so much ’food’ in the material world be left for the Old Gods? Before the arrival of the Spiral Annals, this place will be my private pasture, Francis IV’s! Hehehe..."