Chapter 987: Angels Fall, Here I Come!

Carol City’s Sacred Hall remained as peaceful and serene as ever, while outside its holy walls, the land was engulfed in the chaos of war.

The news that Nie Yan was about to undergo the coronation ceremony of Pope quickly spread. Although fierce battles raged outside, many people still gathered at the Sacred Hall to witness this historic moment.

Becoming Pope meant Nie Yan would soon become the most powerful figure in the Light Faction.

The grand hall at the center of the Sacred Hall was packed with players from the Light Faction. A red carpet stretched from the entrance to the high throne at the front—an altar of supreme power, the symbol of ultimate authority.

In front of the throne, Archangel Tyrode stood clad in gleaming silver armor. His pure white wings of light fluttered gently in the wind, and his greatsword stood upright before him, his hands resting on its hilt. He appeared solemn and majestic.

Since the opening of the Dark Dead Zone, players had become quite familiar with Archangel Tyrode. Faced with such a solemn scene, no one dared to speak. Despite the large crowd, the hall was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard clearly.

Cui Can Daoguang and others were not present—they were still defending Okoren City. To Nie Yan, this coronation was merely a formality.

Nie Yan walked steadily along the red carpet toward the distant throne. His heart swelled with emotion. From the start of the game until now, from an ordinary player to the pinnacle of power as Pope, the journey had been anything but easy.

Glancing to the side, Nie Yan saw Xie Yao quietly standing among the crowd beneath the throne. She exuded an indescribable air of nobility and elegance, like a blooming snow lotus in serene solitude.

Noticing Nie Yan’s gaze, Xie Yao smiled brightly, like a thousand flowers blooming at once, as if time itself paused for a moment.

Whenever Nie Yan knew Xie Yao was watching, he felt an endless surge of motivation.

Step by step, Nie Yan approached the throne.

The surrounding players stared at him, captivated. They faintly sensed an overwhelming aura of supremacy, and involuntarily felt awe. This was the infamous rogue, Nie Yan, who was about to be crowned Pope of the Sacred Hall!

To countless players, Nie Yan was an almost godlike figure, one they could never hope to surpass.

Among the crowd were many players from Bull’s Tribe, who looked at Nie Yan with immense excitement and reverence. Recalling his glorious feats of the past, they felt their hearts surge with pride. It was Nie Yan who had led them to the pinnacle of glory!

Nie Yan walked to the front of Archangel Tyrode, who gently placed his right hand on Nie Yan’s left shoulder.

“Nie Yan, bearer of the Book of Order, will you carry forth the glory of the gods and spread their light?” Tyrode asked in a deep, solemn voice.

“Yes, I will,” Nie Yan replied. He could feel the immense pressure radiating from Tyrode—an overwhelming presence far stronger than any legendary NPC.

“Nie Yan, will you inherit the will of the previous Pope and become the voice of the gods in this world?” Tyrode continued.

“Yes, I will!” Nie Yan responded respectfully, carefully maintaining his composure under Tyrode’s overwhelming presence.

“I shall bestow upon you an unparalleled authority. Lead the faithful of the Sacred Hall into battle, and may the light of the gods always be with you!” As Tyrode spoke, a powerful surge of holy energy entered Nie Yan’s body, filling him with immense power.

From the radiant light, Tyrode lifted a golden crown and placed it upon Nie Yan’s head. His solemn voice echoed in Nie Yan’s ears.

“I am bathed in divine light from heaven. The God of Light grants me an immortal body. Archangel Tyrode bestows upon me supreme authority. In the name of the Pope of the Sacred Hall, I declare war upon darkness. Let the light of the gods shine upon every land, banish calamity from the earth, and heal the suffering of mankind. I am the King of this world…”

Nie Yan’s deep voice spread through the hall.

A powerful wave of pressure swept over the crowd, causing widespread alarm. Under such an overwhelming presence, none dared to resist, instinctively bowing in submission.

Nie Yan’s gaze swept across the crowd, his piercing eyes seeming to see through everything. The players felt as though they were sitting on pins and needles.

The players of Bull’s Tribe erupted into cheers.

“Pope! Pope!”

“Hail Lord Nie Yan!”

The voices rose and fell like waves.

Nie Yan nodded slightly. He could finally command the armies of the Sacred Hall. Checking his attribute page, he found a list of NPC forces he could now deploy: two hundred thousand paladins, twenty thousand priests, and fifty thousand griffon riders.

Nie Yan issued a series of commands. Large forces from the Sacred Hall began moving toward the city walls to assist the NPCs in defending the city against the invading Void creatures.

After the coronation, Archangel Tyrode remained within the Sacred Hall. From now on, he would personally guard Carol City. With him present, Carol City would never fall.

Nie Yan glanced at the crown. It provided no stat bonuses, but it symbolized the ultimate status and authority.

The cheers of Bull’s Tribe players echoed across the skies of Carol City for a long time. Nie Yan smiled slightly. The coronation had given him a completely new feeling. Today, he had reached the peak of his journey in Faith. From now on, he would rule the entire Light Faction. Perhaps in the future, his dominion would even extend into the dark world.

Xie Yao gazed at Nie Yan, bathed in divine light. Memories drifted back to their first meeting so long ago. At that moment, she had felt as though fate itself had descended upon her. Over the past six or seven years, countless events had unfolded, each becoming a treasured memory. Nie Yan sought to rule the world and command endless glory, while she was content simply to watch him quietly from the shadows. That was all she ever wanted from life.

The celebration after the coronation lasted for several hours. The news reached Okoren City, where players of Bull’s Tribe were equally ecstatic. They immediately watched the video of Nie Yan’s coronation. If not for their duty to defend Okoren City, they would have rushed to Carol City to witness the ceremony in person.

The guild chat was flooded with messages.

“Lord Nie Yan has finally been crowned Pope!”

“With the Pope and the Head of the Dark Council facing off, Nie Yan will definitely defeat Duo Duo!”

“Absolutely!”

“Lead us to storm the Angel’s Fall, Lord Nie Yan!”

Nie Yan briefly glanced at the guild chat. Now was nearly the right time to visit the Dark Faction. However, since the Void World had opened, he could still level up a bit more.

Just as he was thinking, a strong energy fluctuation erupted from his pet space. Nie Yan checked his pet interface and his heart skipped a beat—Dark Winged Dragon had evolved into a level 10 legendary flying mount! Its body had grown several times larger, with a wingspan of over a hundred yards. Nie Yan was stunned. Such a massive creature in flight would be like an aerial fortress. Moreover, its black scales now carried a faint aura of holy light. Nie Yan quickly realized that this must have been triggered by some special effect during the coronation.

The only level 10 legendary flying mount in both the Light and Dark Factions! It was now an unrivaled aerial overlord.

Glancing at his Ghost Dragon, he noticed signs of evolution as well, though it would not be useful for his upcoming descent into the underworld.

The deadline for Karl’s quest was three years, yet no one had completed it so far. Nie Yan reaccepted the quest, left Carol City, summoned Dark Winged Dragon, and mounted it. They flew over the swamps of Ross and the deep caverns of the Laurent Mountains.

For Nie Yan now, this quest posed no challenge at all. Even the Hell Hounds—though they were level 200 demonic lords—were easily defeated. He completed the task in just two hours.

The eight legendary paladins were rescued by Nie Yan, and their addition significantly strengthened the Sacred Hall’s forces.

As Pope of the Sacred Hall, Nie Yan could have commanded Karl to act within certain limits even without rescuing the paladins. However, after freeing the eight paladins, Karl became Nie Yan’s personal servant, fully under his command.

In addition to the deep caverns, Nie Yan also visited the Dragon’s Valley in the Moze Mountains. He spent three hours completing the Dragon’s Secret Treasure quest. Although he didn’t obtain anything particularly valuable, two ancient draconic runes were added to Zainard’s Sword, greatly enhancing its attack power by over 5,000—surpassing even the Scythe of Death. Additionally, it gained a 20% boost to all skill effects, greatly exciting Nie Yan.

Void creatures continued to pour from the Void World. Although the world of Faith was in chaos, with cities being ravaged and destroyed, players’ levels and equipment were rapidly improving. These Void creatures offered generous experience rewards—several times more than regular monsters of the same level—and their loot had significantly better attributes.

The Light and Dark Factions engaged in a fierce level-up race, each striving to reach higher levels.

Within just half a month, Tang Yao reached level 210, while Duo Duo reached level 211. Other top-tier players also rapidly climbed in level.

During this time, Nie Yan did not challenge Duo Duo in the Dark Faction, and the two factions remained relatively peaceful.

At the underground exit of the Dark Passage, a figure suddenly appeared—it was none other than Nie Yan. He had a teleport point precisely set here.

Nie Yan looked into the distance. Although his dark vision was high, he could only see a limited area. Beyond, the darkness stretched endlessly. He smiled slightly. “Angel’s Fall, Duo Duo, I’m coming!”