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On the island, the defenses are very tight.

Teams of soldiers weave back and forth on patrol, aside from visible sentries, there are many hidden ones.

However, Yang Fei's Serpent Sting can accurately detect these sentries.

He led Mad Blade and Moran to quietly avoid them in advance, regular soldiers find it hard to notice the three.

Even so, Yang Fei remains cautious, not daring to be negligent.

Yang Fei's Serpent Sting can perfectly conceal his aura, preventing other strongmen from detecting him.

Moran and Mad Blade can't do the same.

Both are Spirit Martial Strongmen, and their powerful auras can be easily exposed.

Fortunately, they have now entered the night, the most lax time for defense.

In the darkness, the Doomsday Tribunal looks like a fierce beast squatting on the water surface, exuding a menacing, mysterious air.

Along the way, there's a wide road paved with cobblestones.

Large statues of the Doomsday Goddess sporadically appear on both sides, even at crossways.

These statues of the Doomsday Goddess are ubiquitously present.

Each statue has the same form, a vertical eye in the center of the forehead, and the eyes like serpent eyes.

Her hair is formed of countless small snakes, forked tongues flicking, yet her face is that of a beautifully pure young woman.

In Yang Fei's heart, the ominous feeling grows stronger.

Every time he passes by a statue, he can feel the vertical eye coldly watching him.

Inside Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme turns, and the foreboding grows more intense.

At that moment, the giant energy lantern atop the huge Heavenly Pillar in the center of the island suddenly lights up, illuminating the whole island like daylight.

Over five massive searchlights focus their beams on Yang Fei, Moran, and Mad Blade.

Even a single strand of hair on the three can be seen clearly, rendering them completely exposed.

"We've been exposed, prepare for battle everyone."

Mad Blade shouted, pulling out Fury of Burning Heaven.

Moran also removed the energy gun from his back, ready to fire.

From the Dark Temple atop the island, a leisurely and soothing bell sounded.

An aged voice echoed down from the mountaintop.

"Mysterious uninvited guests, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come to the Dark Temple for a gathering."

Yang Fei's mind quickly made a decision.

"We've been discovered, Mad Blade, you take Moran and stealthily infiltrate the Underground Palace, find a way to blow up the statues of the Doomsday Goddess."

"I'll deal with the enemies above."

Mad Blade nodded, but Moran rushed in front of Yang Fei and deeply kissed him.

"Be careful, come back alive."

Yang Fei patted her shoulder, "You too."

Mad Blade and Moran dashed towards the back mountain, where the entrance to the Underground Palace lay.

Yang Fei straightened his collar, slowly walking towards the front mountain.

He needed to delay as much as possible to create an opportunity for Mad Blade and Moran.

The bluestone steps stretched upwards towards the mountain.

Looking up from the base, the Dark Temple towered majestically, offering a grand and solemn view.

The Dark Temple made from massive obsidian shone with a dark sheen.

Such building material is even more precious than gold, this colossal palace is akin to a mountain of solid gold.

The opulence and wealth of the Doomsday Tribunal are evident.

Countless soldiers surged forth like a tide, eyeing fiercely.

Under the watchful gaze of hundreds, Yang Fei remains calm, stepping towards the Dark Temple.

He soon reached the end of the lengthy stone stairs.

What lay before Yang Fei was a large, spacious plaza.

The plaza teemed with hundreds of alien soldiers, the Dark Temple was right at the plaza's forefront.

Though the Dark Temple appeared more massive and imposing, the peaked dome and spire carried a distinct medieval Greek architectural style.

At the church entrance, four Holy Envoys clustered around a frail and aged Godfather, welcoming Yang Fei.

The Godfather held a black scripture in his hands.

His tall stature bore countless wrinkles, resembling a weathered sycamore tree.

Behind the Godfather, all four Holy Envoys were masters of the Spirit Martial Realm.

However, in Yang Fei's view, the frail old Godfather was far more terrifying than the four Spirit Martial Masters.

The Godfather held the black tome and loudly recited the doctrine.

"Lost lamb, welcome to the embrace of the Doomsday Goddess, her mercy and compassion embrace all, cleansing all sins..."

Yang Fei continued to walk forward.

Oddly, with the Godfather's prayers, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It felt as though he was a wanderer who had finally returned to his hometown after many years.

The Dark Temple was his home, and the Godfather, four Holy Envoys, along with other alien soldiers, were his family.

Yang Fei knew something was wrong.

The black scripture in the Godfather's hand seemed to be some kind of Martial Arts Treasure, capable of paralyzing souls.

No wonder so many human soldiers or alien beings obeyed the Doomsday Tribunal's orders.

It seemed the black scripture in the Godfather's hand played a significant role.

Yang Fei activated Turtle Extreme, suppressing his uneasy soul.

His eyes intentionally showed a dullness as he approached the Godfather.

The four Holy Envoys behind the Godfather's eyes flickered with alertness and hostility, scrutinizing Yang Fei.

Yet the Godfather wore a semblance of benevolence, as if this young man who ascended step by step truly was one of his kin.

Finally, Yang Fei stood before the Godfather, gazing devoutly at him.

The Godfather's face was filled with gratification.

He bit into his finger, drawing two bloody marks in the air before him, forming a cross.

Light gleamed, the bloody cross slowly moved towards Yang Fei's forehead.

Meanwhile, the Godfather muttered softly.

"The new Pope, finally returned from the unfathomable past; he will lead us to new glory."

The blood-red cross approached Yang Fei's forehead very slowly, inch by inch.

Yang Fei's thoughts spun, realizing the Godfather was intending to make him the new Pope?

Yang Fei suddenly understood.

No wonder Harlan is known as the Federation's top strategist, yet inexplicably became the Doomsday Tribunal's Pope; this must be how it happened.

Apparently, this blood-colored cross possessed unparalleled controlling power.

The four Great Holy Envoys behind the Godfather noticeably relaxed their vigilance.

They eyed Yang Fei with a hint of playful amusement.

Suddenly, Yang Fei snapped his fingers.

The blood-colored cross floating in the air burst into flames.

Yang Fei clearly felt that with the disappearance of the blood-red cross, a force of restraint also vanished.

He sneered, drew his Mithril Dagger, and thrust it into the Godfather's heart.

Everyone froze.

In truth, this old Godfather was the real Pope.

With the Holy Scripture, he could control any strong person's soul.

This scripture was also part of the Doomsday Goddess's Will of the World.

Anyone from the Doomsday World couldn't defy this will.

Yet, Yang Fei had traveled from Earth's space.

The Doomsday Goddess's Will of the World was entirely useless on him.

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