Dragon Who Controls Time



The Pope's radiant figure took the opportunity to pass through the chaotic Imperial Court and enter the palace. Under the watchful eyes of the royal guards, he stopped less than a hundred meters away from Emperor Chester.

Chester looked at the Pope.

Pope Fu Er, the leader of the Good and Evil Holy Sect, was a rather powerful Mystic Artmaster.

His face was old, but he was full of energy. His breathing was even, and he wore a black and white robe. Small magical gems were embedded in the robe like stars, and the light they emitted was linked together. They rose and fell, and they formed a beautiful scene.

"Chester, the Shepherd of the Church of Time.”

"Do you think that you can shake the divine authority of the Good and Evil Holy Sect just because you've become the Emperor?”

"Ignorant heretic."

The Pope calmly said.

He extended his palm and aimed it at Chester.

The light from the 40 odd gemstones became dazzling and linked together.

Sizzle ..... A magic circle appeared under Chester's feet.

In an instant, a destructive thunderstorm appeared and engulfed Chester's body. At the same time, it dyed the palace white.

"Your death is just the beginning. I will also eliminate the other heretic pastors one by one, leaving no one alive.”

the Pope said coolly. Without even looking at the results of the mystical technique, he turned and left.

However, before he stepped out of the palace…

An aura that caused one's heart to palpitate suddenly emerged, causing the Pope's expression to change slightly. He turned his head in shock.

On the other side.

Chester, who was supposed to be dead, was unscathed.

Not only that, although his appearance did not change, his demeanor and temperament were completely different.

Chester's pupils were a platinum color, and time seemed to be mixed up with his body. The past, present, and future merged into one, giving him an indescribable sense of majesty and oppression. It was as if a god had descended, and his might was vast.

Facing this 'Chester,' the Pope felt like prostrating himself in worship.

"You're not Chester. Who are you?”

The Pope quickly reacted, and the magical gems all over his body simultaneously burst out with dazzling light, ready to battle.

Garen, who was using Chester's body, swept his gaze across the Mystic Technique Gem on the surface of the Pope's body and said slowly, ""Chester is my Shepherd, and he's herding faith for me. Who do you think I am?”

The Pope's pupils contracted.

"You are the god that the Temporal Church worships?”

"The Dragon of Eternity and Time…........ Hmph, there are only good gods and evil gods among the gods.”

With a single thought, all the gems linked together at the same time. The effects of the spells accumulated and combined, forming the pope's most powerful technique.

But at this moment.

Kacha!

His robe, staff, crown, necklace, boots…........... All the equipment that was embedded with magical gems shattered at the same time, as if they were cut by an invisible object.

"Ah?"

The naked Pope did not know what was going on. He was in a mess in the wind, at a loss and at a loss.

Garen stretched out his hand, and the Mystical Technique Gems were attracted and gathered in front of Garen.

Some of them were like round glass, some were like hearts, and some were like solid flames........... Every single one of them was different from the others. In Garen's eyes, they carried the rules of this world.

"I'm very curious. After losing the gemstone, can you use your special technique again?”

Garen said lightly as he played with a red magical gem.

Each of these gemstones represented an independent spell. The Arcanist could use his spirit and magic power to form a connection with the gemstone. Through the combination of different gemstones, he could cast a variety of strange spells. As the Arcanist became stronger, the quality of the gemstone would also increase step by step. The two complemented each other.

From Garen's observation, if a Mystic Art Master lost the gemstone, they would lose all their abilities.

However, there were very few Arcane Masters who had stepped into the Demigod level like the Pope. Garen had never encountered one before, so he was not sure of his reaction after losing the gemstone.

On the other side, Garen's face was reflected in the Pope's pupils, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He tried his best to summon his gem.

Garen felt the resistance from the Mystical Technique Gem, but he easily suppressed it.

The Pope, who had lost the gemstone, did not react for a long time.

Garen shook his head slightly and thought, It seems that even the strongest Mystic Art Master will become an ordinary person after losing the gemstone.”

By relying on the Mystical Gemstone, even the lowest level Mystical Master did not need to chant or prepare to cast a spell. The effect was shocking, but because they relied too much on it, it was almost equivalent to their own natal item. Once they lost the gem, the Mystical Master would not be able to use his magic power and powerful spirit.

This kind of spellcasting system was too extreme. The advantages and disadvantages were very obvious.

" Lost sheep, accept my guidance. I will grant you true power that belongs to you.”

Facing the Pope who was at a loss, Garen's voice became peaceful as he spoke.

At the same time, the entire world in the Pope's eyes strangely fell into a state of stillness. The flames of war outside the palace, the frozen night wind, the smoke and night wind that were frozen in mid-air, and the warriors and mystic arts masters that were like sculptures...............

"There's clearly no mystic technique gem…...... This, this was the power of a god.”

The Pope was shocked.

Looking at Garen again, the Pope's faith was shaken.

He prayed every day, eager to hear the holy voice of the gods, but he never received any answer.