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The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." "Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!" "If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing: "Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!" ... The year 685. "It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective." Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia. This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you. —— This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

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Chapter 114 An Su Attracts the Attention of the Mother Goddess of Life!

The flames on Fierce Hell Avenue seemed to have been extinguished.

The blood had also dried up.

The whole street was deathly silent, once again sinking into tranquility.

The Chaos Followers were all satisfied, having witnessed the war of the six armies; they felt content with their lives. Such a level of chaos was enough to be nominated for the best chaos of the year.

Although it still couldn't compare to the great battle of Fierce Hell, after all, it had ended on an anticlimactic note.

Their enthusiasm waned.

Vampires and Forest Elves shook hands and made peace.

There was no point in fighting to the death over this.

Sir John's complexion was pale as he leaned against the broad chest muscles of Lady Hannah, the illusions caused by his anemia still not faded, although his head was muddled.

They had even begun to discuss the inheritance of titles and the distribution of territories.