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

An Su inhaled sharply. So that's how it was—it was Dracula's brother, Pigula, no wonder he seemed so ferocious!


Everything made sense now; it was just that he, a country bumpkin, was making a mountain out of a molehill.


Indeed, the Chaotic Holy Capital—its level of chaos far surpassed that of the Chaotic Frontier.


The vampires of the Chaotic Frontier would at most dare to drink HIV-infected blood. Afterward, they would turn deathly pale, foam at the mouth, and their faces would erupt with pustules.


But the lords of this Holy City would even casually drink menstrual blood—how ruthless.


Feeling the surrounding gazes of respect and fear, Viscount Pigula let out an elegant chuckle. Those who came from the countryside and reeked of foreign soil were doomed to be his stepping stones. Anyone who did not dare to taste such exalted flavor didn't deserve to be called a citizen of the Holy City; they were simply not chaotic enough.


Only he was qualified to pass this political audit.


Chapter 324: Beings of the Immortal Realm, Arrayed Like Hemp_2