This Holy Knight is So Despicable!-Chapter 685 - 592: The Black Emperor of Holy Light

Adros sat in the Court of Judgement, waiting nervously.

Ever since he heard the news of Lette's return, he had been waiting here.

Initially, he planned to wait on the sixth floor of the Black Iron Prison. But the Black robed Archbishop refused no matter what.

After all, he was someone who had done great deeds for the Church Court and was his beloved disciple.

Even if he did dirty and tiring work, and was not publicly appreciated, he could not be sent to the Black Iron Prison again.

Moreover, the Black robed Archbishop vaguely felt that Adros's future was about to arrive.

After all, among the five Apprentices Saints Sons and five Apprentices Saint Daughters, the only ones who could compete with Adros for the future Pope position were Flander of the Holy New Sect and Taylor of the Holy New Army.

However, if there were no other deviations in Taylor's future path, he should be taking over their teacher, the Legendary Holy Knight Constant's position, becoming the leader of all Holy Knights.

Indeed, Flander was also a popular candidate, and was valued by Lette. In the future, she was the most likely to succeed as Pope.

But at a later critical juncture, Lette first transferred her to the decimated First Empire to rebuild order.

This time, she was transferred to an unknown place and has not returned since.

Although the specific mission is unknown, it should be for spreading the Holy New Church.

Therefore, Lette's positioning of her might be as a trailblazer and propagator, rather than a traditional ruler.

In this way, his disciple Adros has instead become the one with the greatest opportunity.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong!

It seemed to validate his guess, as the bell of the Judgement Court began to ring crazily again.

"Stop ringing it!"

The Black robed Archbishop interrupted the bell ringer irritably: "I know who's here; we all know who's here."

The large door slowly opened, and Lette appeared at the entrance of the Judgement Court with a harmless smile.

All the black robed believers instinctively retreated half a step upon seeing this man.

Because of him, the Holy Knights took over the city's defense, and the Judgement Court lost its management rights over the Holy City.

This cut nearly weakened the dreaded Judgement Court to the sewers.

Fortunately, Adros had achieved outstanding results in crusading against heresy; otherwise, the Black Robed Court would have become the most humble high-level organization in the entire Holy Court.

"You still came." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The Black robed Archbishop looked at Lette, his expression somewhat expectant but also somewhat apprehensive.

"Is there something you want?"

"I'm here for Adros."

Lette strode into the grand hall, and the Black robed Archbishop hurried to stop him.

"What do you want with him?"

"…Probably what you expect."

The Black robed Archbishop, whose mind was seen through, became extremely excited rather than panicked or angry.

"Really?"

"Consider it so."

Lette scratched his head: "I'm just a Church Saint Son, in this Church, above is the Goddess Pope, below are believers, and in the middle, there are so many Apprentice Saint Sons and Daughters.

There are some things I can only initiate.

Whether or not it succeeds still depends on him.

At the very least, he must have this awareness.

Fortunately, I don't doubt his ability."

"This..."

After hearing Lette say this, the Black robed Archbishop was also unsure.

He really wanted his disciple to become Pope.

Such an outcome would be a befitting tribute to Adros's trials and tribulations along the way.

After becoming Pope, he would be one of the rare black robed believers in Church history to ascend to the papacy.

For the gradually declining Black Robed Court, this was also a good balance.

But what about Adros's own thoughts?

The Black robed Archbishop had previously seen clearly that Adros at that time would not give up the opportunity to become Pope.

But after so much experience, Adros has become meticulous and deeply scheming.

Even as his educator, he couldn't fully understand his disciple anymore.

Sometimes, he even felt that Adros was somewhat unfamiliar.

As an Apprentice Saint Son of the Holy Light Church, wielding the Black Gold Tears Sword, leading a group of Dark Creatures released from the Black Iron Prison, he actually defeated the Dark Empress Scarlett, unifying the entire Dark World.

This is simply an unimaginable feat! The difficulties and dangers are beyond comprehension.

The current Adros is no longer the Immaculate Sword of the Holy Light Church, nor the righteous and strict gentleman.

He is the Iron blooded Black Emperor feared in the Dark World, a king wielding both Holy Light and Dark power, the ruler governing everything.

With such an identity, should Adros assume the position of Pope?

Then his power would become the greatest of all Popes in history!

Is this the result the Church wants? Would it be the Goddess's wish?

The Black robed Archbishop looked at Lette; it was precisely this person who shaped his disciple into what he is today.

For a moment, the Archbishop didn't know whether to thank or hate Lette.

"Teacher, let me choose for myself."

As the Black robed Archbishop was torn, Adros had somehow already stepped out of the hall, standing behind him.

Looking into his disciple's resolute eyes, the Black robed Archbishop instantly let go of his own obsession.

He may not trust Lette, but he chose to trust his own disciple.

"Go, and do well."

"Mm!"

Adros once again stood before Lette, his demeanor markedly different from before.

It's hard to imagine that it had been less than a year since they last met.

"Not bad, now you're shaping up nicely."

Lette stepped forward and gave Adros a big hug: "You've had it rough, brother."

"No, fortunately it's all been worth it."

Lette patted his shoulder, then sighed.

"Next, even more challenging things await you."

"No matter, I am prepared."

Receiving such a confident reply, Lette was elated.

What he worried about the most, as he mentioned before, was Adros's personal factors.

Now it seemed there was no need to worry.

"A year ago, I asked you once. This time, I'll ask again."

Lette stared intently into Adros's eyes: "Adros, are you up to it?"

Adros stood tall, his voice firm and resonant.

"I am! Always have been!"

The vow of Adros echoed through the Judgement Court courtyard, stirring the hearts of every black robed believer.

"Then, prepare yourself to ascend to the position of Pope."

Lette spread his hands, the forces of Dark and Light intertwining, impacting into Adros's body.

This was the remaining power from the Light World, from the Holy Light Spirit.

This Divine Power could grant Adros even greater strength.

Because of the Lord of Dark Corrosion, namely the trait of the Holy Light Spirit, the Holy Light and Dark power within him would be harmonized.

"Adros, I have faith in you."