I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 745

Chapter 127: You Don’t Understand Love

Soft features, luxurious holy robes.

Born under the descent of the Holy Light, the Child of Light, Sang.

However, those eyes shimmered in an unfathomable holy golden hue, exuding an oppressive aura never seen before.

Sequence 4, not a projection, but the real deal Sequence 4!

Roy asserted, “You are not the Child of Light.”

“Indeed.” The other party did not refute, merely nodding slightly.

Such an ordinary gesture, yet it inadvertently revealed an air of superiority: “My name is Saint Osiris—but you should be more familiar with the title of Pope.”

The controller of the Holy Light Church, legendary alongside the Sage, even more powerful, the one closest to divinity.

Having ascended to high rank since the Third Era, the Pope had ruled the Eastern Continent for centuries, a figure above all but demigods.

A terrifying existence that walked the path of the extraordinary while simultaneously rising above worldly power.

Without a doubt, the presence before him was not the true body, but a manifestation borrowing Sang’s form.

Even so, the terrible aura made the air thicken, no less daunting than the earlier Seraph.

Perhaps even stronger.

For the sake of Alice, this kind of big shot actually came in person…

The Pope suddenly cracked a smile: “To be honest, your will is impressive.”

He displayed a nostalgic expression, as if caught in the tides of memory: “Since the Third Era, excluding those who’ve achieved high rank, you are the first to encounter me and still attempt to resist.”

“Respectable, yet foolish.”

“Roy Ainbrad, we are not enemies.”

The Pope slowly explained in the shattered canyon, “Angels bear the mission of salvation. The reason I desire her is merely to save the world.”

“What you feel for her, your temporary infatuation, only tarnishes the noble angel.”

Roy tightened his grip on Alice’s hand, scoffing: “I prefer to call it pure love.”

The Pope raised an eyebrow, smiling: “Love?”

“Pure love, what a lovely term.”

“But is your love truly pure enough?”

“The love of a master for his maid, a knight for the saintess, a man for a woman—that’s simply love for an individual,” he shook his head, unable to suppress a chuckle.

“But have you ever considered that there are countless others in this world? Have you thought about loving them?”

“This world is facing a huge crisis, yet you wish to sacrifice the entire world for one person?”

“One’s selfish love pales compared to the great love that embraces the entire world?!”

The Pope sharply rebuked, and the holy light behind him surged into a tide of glowing clouds.

As if even the goddesses were angered by this trivial, petty love.

However, Roy simply watched him, then sighed suddenly.

“I now believe you, you are indeed not here to save the world.”

The Pope froze, seemingly unable to comprehend.

“Throwing ‘the world’ around so casually just proves you don’t understand love at all.”

If one can’t even love a single person, how can they talk about loving the world?

Without pain, without guilt, everything he said felt so self-evident.

Perhaps lacking decisive proof, but deep down, Roy could no longer believe that someone who could unflinchingly sacrifice for the love they stepped into could possess a noble “love.”

Roy did not deny that there could be those who sacrifice the few for the many, the “saviors,” but that type would never be someone who disdains love for others, someone who couldn’t even understand love itself.

Facing that suffocating terrifying pressure, the black-haired young man shot a cold, indifferent mockery: “Feel free to laugh at me. To me, a person who has never loved others, nor been loved in return, is far more pitiful.”

The atmosphere shifted.

The sacred light clouds began to boil, and the stagnant winds began to roar.

Golden rays nearly ignited, seemingly representing the anger of the gods.

Sang’s face lost all semblance of a smile, replaced with cold cruelty.

“Since you are so obstinate, I shall be the one to deliver divine punishment.”

“Let your death cleanse the saintess’s impurities and set fate back on track.”

In the next moment, green wings unfolded behind Sang.

A green holy light magic formation suddenly appeared, and a vast army of light surged forth.

Virtue Angels govern the fictional and the summoned.

Divine Spell: Army of Light—what was conjured was neither a weapon nor a magical beast, but the Holy Knights that have swept through the Eastern Continent for centuries!

A rain of arrows poured down as white horses neighed and charged.

Knights clad in heavy armor, brandishing polearms and swords, fearlessly launched their assault, akin to a flood of light pouring forth.

Roy was just about to rise and draw his sword when he instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale as snow.

“Master?!”

“I—I’m fine…”

He was hurt too badly.

The mere moment of the Angel’s Embrace merely kept him alive.

The holy light within him hadn’t fully corroded away, and the blessing of the gods was suppressed, leaving Roy in no state to fight.

“Rest assured, Alice will protect you.”

Wings of light unfurled.

Alice embraced Roy with one arm and drew her sword with the other, transforming it into a straight line, slicing forth the Blade Storm.

Radiant white returned, piercing through the knightly legions like an arrow through clouds.

The sword light howled, shredding everything in its path, and even the bravest light knights were instantly engulfed and mercilessly cut into pieces.

A Sequence 5 Angel, bolstered by the power of the Seraph, was enough to approach the threshold of Sequence 4.

But Alice’s condition was likewise not great.

Within seconds, Alice faltered in mid-air, her breath rapidly diminishing.

Alice was merely Sequence 5, her ability to channel power was already extremely limited. Her previous battle with Roy had drained too much extraordinary power, and she was also at her limit.

The Pope seized this opportunity, his wings shifting to deep blue, chanting the second divine spell.

Wisdom Angels govern barriers and spells.

Divine Spell: Sea of Nebulas.

Unlike defensive barriers, what manifested now was an offensive one.

Trapping a massive meteor shower magic, a spell that once required hundreds of low-tier priests to cast together, obliterated a demonic army in a single strike.

Above the heavens, dazzling meteor showers rained down in torrents, tearing apart the atmosphere and bringing equal destruction to everything mundane.

Even if Wisdom Angel Simon Uriel himself took action, it would be no different.

In the saturated coverage, Alice had no way to avoid it.

Roy clenched his teeth and drew his sword, pouring all his strength into it.

Consumed 1 Reversal Point, projecting the Blade of the First King!

The dragon roared.

The Dragon Slayer Sword: Balmonk materialized again, along with it, the terrifying imprint left by Bahamut that had slain the Evil Dragon: Fafnir.

Pseudo Dragon Breath: Sky.

The dark golden sword light surged upward, ripping through the dense nebulae. Countless meteors were sliced in half, and a terrifying force devoured and shattered them, erupting in a thunderous roar along with the dark golden breath.

As if two skies were colliding with one another.

The overwhelming residual force from the extraordinary completely leveled the already shattered ruins, even swallowing the remaining light army.

Charlotte and the others, miles away, had to flee quickly to avoid being swept up in the chaos.

At this moment, even the Pope was blown back by the gale, his face frozen in disbelief at the world-shaking sword capable of slaying dragons.

“Could it really be Bahamut…?”