Four Split Personalities

"Art, oh art! This masterpiece was crafted piece by piece over two decades by the great painter Weding•Saint•Dwarf Nose from thousands of years ago, who was a devout follower of the Church of the Dawn. After his passing, even the contemporary Pope granted him the title of ’Saint,’ Sister Saintess told me that."

Yu Chen explained earnestly, and seeing Motan nodding vigorously, she stuck out her tongue, "But to be honest, I don’t really understand it either."

"Hmm... maybe you’ll understand it after drinking a couple pounds of the white stuff."

Motan suggested with equal seriousness.

"No way, I can’t hold my liquor at all."

Yu Chen crinkled her nose, then tugged on Motan’s arm and walked a bit further before suddenly pointing to the left, "Look~"

"Look at what..."

Motan had barely spoken two words when, a dozen meters away, a giant portrait frame materialized in the air, displaying a black-haired young man in a snow-white robe. A second later, a row of gold-embossed letters flashed beneath the frame—

[First Pope: Saint•Simon]

"This is..."

Motan was stunned in that moment.

Yu Chen smiled triumphantly, tugged at his sleeve, and raised her tiny finger toward the other side, "There’s more~"

Motan turned his head and indeed saw another portrait frame that had appeared out of nowhere in midair, holding the image of a woman with golden-blond hair and two wings on her back, her face blurred within a halo of light—

[Primordial Saintess: Angel]

"Are these, our revered figures from the Church of the Dawn from past to present?"

Motan blinked, then suddenly turned to Yu Chen with interest, "Are you in there too?"

The girl immediately waved her hands vigorously, "No, no, no, well, at least not now. Aside from past Popes, only those who have made significant contributions to the Sect can be listed here. You can see their stories if you get closer. I definitely don’t qualify, and probably never will."

Motan shrugged and continued walking with Yu Chen, encountering one portrait after another along the way. Aside from Popes, Saint Heirs, and Saintesss, there were many others, like the previously mentioned ’Weding•Saint•Dwarf Nose Master,’ who was portrayed as a ruddy-cheeked Dwarf man...

After about fifteen minutes, Motan, who had become numb from seeing so many faces, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in disbelief as he inhaled sharply.

[Saint•Neva•Fao, the 572nd Pope] gazed calmly at him.

"That’s the Pope before the last one," Yu Chen said, catching his pause and introduced with a grin, before pointing to another side, "And that’s the previous Pope~"

Then Motan saw a face, a very familiar face...

It was an old man with a goatee and a smirk that seemed cunning and mysterious.

[Saint•Luke•Tifilo, the 573rd Pope: In Life(?)]

At that moment, Motan froze; he could swear he had met this old man! He’d had conversations with him, heard him speak!

And among those conversations, what stuck with him the most was...

"The universal version of the holy scriptures, one silver coin per copy, just give me the cost price, 20 copper coins."

...

Meanwhile,

In Marshal Territory, on the outskirts of Stacked Rock City

"Decree•Vanish."

With those three soft-spoken words, a pure, light-formed, hundred-meter-tall giant cross lit up the entire sky...

Buffy Marshal, the last lord of the Marshall Family, didn’t even have the chance to turn and flee before he disappeared into that endless brilliance.

Chapter 559: The End