Chapter 129 Tang San's Despair
"We only teach monsters, not beasts."
"Zhao Wuji! Take the children and leave!"
Flander's voice was hoarse.
The remaining teachers and students of Shrek Academy looked at each other in bewilderment, but seeing the dean's resolute back, they all silently followed.
In the blink of an eye.
The once mighty Heavenly Dou Alliance, which had gathered heroes from all over the world.
At this moment, only the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's own army and the pitiful Tang Clan's remaining forces remained.
open.
Loneliness.
The wind blew across the plain in front of Jialing Pass, swirling up a few withered grasses.
Tang San stood alone at the front of the formation.
Behind him were ordinary soldiers filled with fear and unease, while in front of him stood the Martial Soul Empire's army, ready for battle.
From the air came the scrutiny of Villette and the others.
This moment.
Bibi Dong, standing at the front of the Spirit Empire's camp, looked at the figure who had been betrayed and abandoned by everyone, and a strange emotion flashed in her eyes.
That's... pitiful?
No.
Perhaps it's a misconception of shared suffering.
She's crazy too.
She also resorted to any means necessary to seek revenge.
Seeing Tang San severing all ties for power, she found it somewhat ironic.
"Tang San".
Bibi Dong parted her lips slightly, her voice not loud, but carrying the majesty of an empress.
"Look at yourself now."
"Is this what you call justice?"
"Is this the reason you keep saying you want to attack the Spirit Empire?"
"You are more like a demon than I am now."
Tang San did not respond to Bibi Dong's taunts.
He simply gripped the trident tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with an almost morbid obsession.
As long as God comes.
Everything will turn around.
These people must all die!
Just when the atmosphere was at its most oppressive.
Above the sky, Villette gently tapped her scepter on the ground.
"Thump."
The crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth.
"The trial is not over."
Navelette gazed calmly down below.
"Since we're going to settle old scores, we can't just focus on one person."
"Whether it's the so-called Justice League or the Spirit Empire."
"Anyone found guilty must be exposed."
As Navelette finished speaking.
The sky trembled once again.
A huge golden subtitle slowly appeared, and this time, the content made Bibi Dong's originally calm face turn deathly pale.
[The Shadow of the Secret Chamber: The Pope's Fall and Rebirth]
[Key figures: Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong]
I saw the three characters "千寻疾".
Bibi Dong's scepter trembled violently, and the terrifying Rakshasa power emanating from her body began to leak out uncontrollably.
"No..."
"Don't let it out!"
"Turn it off!!"
Bibi Dong lost her composure.
She had never been so distraught since becoming pope.
She frantically swung her scepter, unleashing streaks of purplish-black light that slashed at the sky in an attempt to prevent the image from appearing.
But those attacks landed on the sky without even causing a ripple.
The image still appeared.
It was a dimly lit, secret room.
All around were hard stone walls, with only a few dim oil lamps flickering and casting long shadows.
In the picture.
A young Bibi Dong appears.
At that time, she was wearing a pure white saintly gown, her appearance was stunning, her eyes were clear, and her heart and eyes were full of longing for the future.
She stood there, facing a tall man.
Former Pope, Chihiro.
Even through the screen, Violet could feel the man's nauseating arrogance and possessiveness.
The sound from the video came through.
"Dong'er".
"You're going to leave the Spirit Hall for that good-for-nothing?"
"You are a genius nurtured by the Spirit Hall with all its resources; you are the future Pope."
"I will never allow you to betray me."
The young Bibi Dong argued and pleaded, trying to persuade her teacher with reason.
But Qian Xunji's eyes changed.
That was no longer the look he gave his disciples.
Instead, they were looking at something that belonged to them, a treasure about to escape.
"Since you are so stubborn and refuse to see the truth."
"Then don't blame the teacher for using the most extreme methods to keep you here."
"We must ensure that the bloodline of the Spirit Hall continues."
The light in the scene suddenly became even dimmer.
Qianxun pressed closer and closer.
The powerful aura of the Angelic Martial Soul was released, suppressing Bibi Dong, who was only at the Soul Emperor level, firmly against the wall.
There were no overly explicit scenes.
It seems that Tianmu also considered certain bottom lines.
But the oppressive atmosphere, the tearing sound of shredding cloth, and the woman's desperate cries and pleas for mercy.
And the sound of the heavy stone door of the secret chamber closing.
It's more suffocating than any straightforward image.
That was the sound of purity being trampled upon.
It is the sound of faith collapsing.
The scene changes.
Bibi Dong slumped onto the cold ground.
His eyes were vacant, and his clothes were tattered.
Her original sanctity vanished, replaced by overwhelming hatred and deathly despair.
Qian Xunji straightened his clothes and stood at the door, speaking in a detached tone as if he were discussing the weather.
"Now, can you still leave?"
"You will get pregnant with my child."
"Those are the most outstanding descendants of the angel race."
Dead silence.
The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into an even more terrifying silence than before.
Everyone was stunned.
It turns out that the high and mighty Pope Bibidon had such a painful past.
It turns out that the so-called upright and honorable former pope was actually such a despicable beast.
Meanwhile, within the Spirit Empire's camp.
There was a person who, at that moment, seemed to have had their soul ripped out.
A thousand feet of snow.
She stared blankly at the sky, and the angelic sword in her hand clattered to the ground.
She never understood.
Why did her mother never hold her from childhood to adulthood?
Why is it that her mother's eyes always hold only disgust and coldness when she looks at her?
Why did her mother even consider killing her?
She thought it was because she wasn't good enough.
She thought that as long as she worked hard to become a god and carry on her grandfather's legacy, she could earn a word of praise from her mother.
turn out to be...
Everything is wrong.
"Am I... that bastard child?"
Qian Renxue's lips trembled, and tears silently streamed down her face.
"Am I the... the one who ruined her life... the evidence?"
She looked at Bibi Dong, who was trembling and on the verge of collapse, not far away.
That instant.
Qian Renxue had nowhere to put the resentment in her heart.
That's her father.
The father who was praised as a hero by his grandfather and enshrined on a divine altar by the Spirit Hall.
It turns out that he was the culprit behind all this tragedy.
"Is this the glory of the angels?"
Qian Renxue looked down at her hands and felt that they were terribly dirty.
Just then.
A sudden burst of laughter broke the silence.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hahahaha!
The one who laughed was Tang San.
He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears welling up in his eyes.
His gloating expression was completely different from the gloomy look he had just given when he was abandoned by everyone.
(End of chapter)