I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 1008 - 654 Wife Floey_2

"Has Pope Floey not returned yet? Could they be in trouble?"

Noah asked worriedly.

"Don’t worry, His Majesty the Azure King is always watching over the present world."

Maggie chuckled.

Previously, when meeting the Azure King in the Heavenly Fields, she noticed Pope Floey wasn’t present. Connecting it with Archbishop Martin’s task of "making a long skirt," Maggie guessed that the Azure King must be planning a surprise for Pope Floey.

Looking up at the bright moon, Maggie thought it was a pity.

She couldn’t witness the scene of their reunion in person...

Above the Fake Moon.

The lonely apartment still stood on the boundless earth. A black pillar of light suddenly descended onto the empty lot in front, out of which a graceful figure slowly emerged.

Floey’s face was somewhat pale, with a cold glint subtly hidden in their purple eyes.

The pope crown on their head was nowhere to be seen, their pale gold hair was somewhat disheveled, and the solemn cloak they wore was stained with dark red bloodstains.

During the day, after killing the three "Secret-Keeping Sages" of the History and Ritual Association, they didn’t stop there but went alone to the enemy’s headquarters.

The battle was extremely fierce, with countless casualties for the History and Ritual Association. Finally, it took the direct hand of President McNeil to stop their massacre.

Both sides quickly engaged in battle, and though Floey was only a Saint of Sequence Four, they struggled against the Earth Demi-God, a rank higher.

However, at that time, Floey was already engulfed by fury. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

They didn’t realize that Jack’s ritual not only didn’t fail but was unexpectedly completed due to unforeseen circumstances... Thinking of their beloved person being fatally countered by the ritual, Floey had only one thought: to kill these people.

McNeil’s strength was formidable, quickly delivering heavy injuries to them.

But Floey had already completed the accumulation for the Saint Rank, just shy of the Promotion Ceremony. The grievous injuries not only didn’t crush them but further fueled their strong killing intent.

The dark flames burned incessantly.

The headquarters building of the History and Ritual Association, along with the entire barren mountain, were engulfed in the sea of fire, leaving no vegetation behind.

Floey was heavily wounded, teetering on the edge of death multiple times, but their unwillingness, longing, and love held them up from falling.

Luckily, the Scroll Keeper and the Ancient Gods of the Worldly Secret Cult were on their way to the Immortal Realm, leaving no high-level beings besides McNeil in the History and Ritual Association. This allowed Floey’s ritual to proceed smoothly, leading to their rise to the rank of Black Sun Demi-God at the scene.

Unfortunately, Floey was greatly exhausted from the journey, and could only watch helplessly as McNeil, dragging his heavily injured body, used the [Gravedigger]’s ability to forcibly "dig" open a passage through history and escape the scene.

"I will kill you all..."

Floey murmured emotionlessly.

They dragged themselves, extremely weary, to the apartment entrance.

But just then, in the corner of their eye, Floey suddenly noticed a tall figure standing by the door.

Startled at first.

But looking up carefully, they were stunned on the spot.

On Floey’s pale face, purple eyes shimmered and gradually filled with a mist, as hot tears fell like brilliant pearls, dimming the bloodstains.

Their heartbeat gradually quickened, like a heavy drum.

The familiar figure was dressed as he always was, with a black hat and suit, leaning on a cane, walking toward them with a gentle smile.

For a moment, Floey even forgot to breathe.

It wasn’t until the familiar presence was almost within reach, driven by intense longing and love, they unhesitatingly threw themselves into the other’s arms.

"Lord Jack!"

Floey’s cheek pressed against the other’s chest, listening to the real heartbeat, feeling the warm presence, feeling overwhelmingly fulfilled.

"You’ve finally returned..."

The emotion was like a detonating explosive, causing a flood of tears, soaking the black suit.

They hugged their lover tightly, pursing their lips, greedily breathing in the scent from the other’s body.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, luckily I kept my promise."

Chen Lun gently stroked Floey’s back, whispering.

"Floey missed you so much."

Floey’s voice was soft, with a calmness mixed with intense emotion.

Chen Lun lowered his head, kissing just above the golden strands of hair, and said in a deep voice:

"I know."

He tucked the girl’s tousled hair behind her ear with his fingers, wiping away the tears and bloodstains on her smooth face, gazing into those love-filled purple eyes.

"These years must have been hard for you."

"I’d give anything for it."

But Floey shook her head, then tiptoed, wrapping her arms around his neck, boldly leaning forward.

The cool and slightly metallic taste caused Chen Lun to feel an inexplicable emotion and impulse.

From this love, he found the meaning of his existence.

"Love is the most expensive anchor. It cannot defeat death but can anchor the soul. Let departed souls wander no more, and let living souls find their home..."

Floey whispered these words with deep affection, then moved close to Chen Lun’s ear, filled with anticipation and a slight tremor:

"Lord Jack, Floey is now a demi-god... enough to bear your love."

Chen Lun gazed into the purple gemstone-like eyes, opened his mouth.

But in the end, he just smiled.

He embraced the girl’s waist, and with the sudden appearance of an azure robe, the two of them vanished silently on the spot.

Inside the apartment’s ground floor, the flowers in the flower shop quietly bloomed, exuding a sweet fragrance.

From a third-floor window, a soft amber light suddenly shone.

In the silent stillness of the moon.

The girl’s brief, slightly shy exclamation rang out.

Soon, it turned into a fine mosquito-like hum, delicate and lingering, until it ended with a halted, muted sound.

Beneath the moonlight in the Heavenly Fields, the Golden Sacred Tree swayed in the wind, casting shadows and making countless blades of grass rustle.

In the City of Cats, countless white cats, black cats, and even ordinary residents brought here to live, prayed at home, devoted and solemn.

At the Dawn Cathedral’s outer courtyard, Maggie was chatting with Connie, when suddenly, a wolf’s howl echoed throughout the Immortal Realm from the sky.

Howl—

"Hmm?"

Both Maggie and Connie were startled.

They both raised their heads, gazing at the bright moon.

"What was that sound just now?"

Connie asked confusedly.

Maggie thought for a while, coughed, and shook her head to indicate she didn’t know.

"Miss Maggie, your face is very red, are you alright?"

Connie asked nervously.

But Maggie quickly waved her hand, finding an excuse to dodge the question.

The wolf’s howl was not thrilling, but rather soft and weak, and even if it was a misperception, Maggie somehow seemed to hear a trace of surrender and plea.

She suddenly thought she was quite bold to dare imagine such things.

"It’s all auditory illusions and hallucinations..."

Maggie fanned herself with her hand and turned to walk inside the cathedral.

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Above the Moon.

Boom!!!

The apartment had long since turned into ruins.

Leaving behind only a pitch-black sea of fire.

Amidst the eerie flames, a delicate giant wolf draped in a black vine "veil" crouched on the ground, with its head down, whimpering.

On the giant wolf, there seemed to be entangled a larger shadow of a white-scaled serpent...

The black flames burned the giant snake, but it was unharmed, rather enjoying itself. The fire capable of obliterating the soul of a saint seemingly only fueled its wildness and agitation.

Rumble!!!

Heavy rumbling accompanied the moon’s trembling.

The black wolf’s whimpering grew more urgent.

The sea of fire spread across the sky, shadows flickered, and a pair of purple eyes flashed in the flames, dazed yet filled with desire.

The moon’s tremors lasted who knows how long.

Until the night gave way to dawn, the final lazy, feeble whimper was followed by a serene, shy whisper:

"Floey has finally become your wife..."

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