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

Luo Xiaohei stared at An Su with a face full of black lines, her heart had plowed through An Su's entire ancestral grave. She had never heard of such a cheap method of alchemy, with all the alchemical materials embezzled by him!


Without materials, how are you going to forge a blade!


How are you going to infuse Holy Water into the blade?


The seal was nearing its limit; the Blood Servant frantically tore at the Holy Cloth, a pair of blood-dripping hands after another tore open the doors, eager to probe into the dining room. It gasped for breath, with fresh blood dripping down its fangs, and a thick, nauseating stench of blood wafted out.


"Good. Let's start forging." An Su said with a smile. He took the only material he had not embezzled—a bottle of Holy Water, poured it into a conical flask, and set it on the table. With his hands pressed against the tabletop, he gently chanted the magic.


Chapter 244: An Su's Ultimate Simplified Alchemy_3