Metal raindrops

"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!"
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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.
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This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

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

Dusk had already faded, and the night was merely an outline of pale gray, slowly turning orange with the rise of the sun.


In Merlin's shocked and unprepared gaze, An Su's Guardian Angel's thin lips parted lightly,


The choir's enchanting hymn sounded once again, the Holy Light descended in abundance, the brilliant stardust fell, and the sacred and archaic murmur 'Shariputra, all dharmas are empty' echoed once more.


Even Merlin couldn't understand at first—who could have expected that the very first blow upon emerging would strike one's own people!


It was an utter reversal of the heavens!


This strike was too sudden, so much so that not just Merlin, even An Su didn't have time to react.


The invisible, intangible, lawless, formless blade of nothingness fell in silence.


Merlin only felt a chill on his scalp, his smooth and flowing hair hanging by a thread, and a great shock filled his heart.


Chapter 155: The Bishops: His Excellency Merlin Has Worked Overtime to Baldness! (Two in One)