When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 1051: Chapter 389: One Third of the Truth

Let’s be honest, Aiwass is indeed the Pope now.

Even if he is just the Vicar Pope, he certainly has the right to judge blasphemous heresy!

Although this painting is filled with all sorts of theological errors… especially the pure white head of Candle Master which is the most outrageous, Aiwass did not show any abnormal reactions; instead, he followed Sasha’s gaze towards the entrance.

At this moment, a beautiful youth with black hair and red eyes, about sixteen or seventeen years old, made his grand entrance amidst the crowd’s surround.

His appearance was even more beautiful than many of the young ladies present, with crimson eyes sparkling like rubies, and a pair of slender, curved black and red dragon horns atop his head. His black hair cascaded down to his waist, and from his high-collared formal attire, one could not discern his Adam’s apple…

But such a beautiful person did not give off any soft, androgynous vibe at all.

On the contrary, he possessed an intense sense of confidence and masculinity, shining brightly like The Sun—

When “Cain” appeared, the originally melancholic dance music in the hall suddenly transformed into a resplendent and sacred symphony.

Even the lighting focused on him, following his every step forward.

Cain, too, wore a smile similar to everyone else’s, spreading his arms wide. It was as if he was ready to embrace someone, or it was akin to a star greeting his fans.

Everyone stopped dancing and turned to send out a never-ending roar of cheers to him.

As he walked into the crowd, the people naturally parted to either side. Amidst the increasingly fervent cheers, Cain breezed through the center of the crowd without touching anyone.

As he passed by Aiwass, he nodded with a smile at Sasha, and also glanced up in mild surprise at Aiwass, whose hand still rested on Sasha’s shoulder.

Then, Cain crossed through the crowd and walked under the white Candle Master statue.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

He spoke loudly, his voice surprisingly young, clear, and full of vitality.

Cain’s face was brimming with a smile: “Let no one be sorrowful, let’s revel to our heart’s content! Celebrate the death of Mad Dragon, and may he ascend to heaven!