Chapter 518

At the same time, the Radiant God Kingdom.

This powerful nation that once occupied half the world had now turned into ruins; one could only recall the past prosperity of this nation from the ruins of churches on that desolate land.

Only, the drifting heavy rain was washing away everything; in a few years, this place would turn into a vast ocean, and by then, the flood would submerge all traces.

This was truly the final disaster recorded in the "Gospel" of Heaven—the Great Flood that destroyed the world.

It is recorded in the "Gospel" that this is the wrath of the great god because of the sins and ugliness of humanity. He felt that the world had become dirty, and such a world needed to be cleansed, so he sent down a flood to purify everything.

However, such an apocalyptic natural disaster was not without hope, because the "Gospel" also recorded that before the divine punishment finally descended, the god discovered a good person named Noah in a world full of evil people.

The god was moved by Noah's kindness, and he instructed Noah to build an ark. When the apocalyptic flood arrived, Noah and the "righteous people" recognized by him would be allowed to board the ark to avoid this disaster.

The god once promised Noah that after the flood, the survivors would multiply again on the cleansed land.

And now, the apocalyptic flood was accumulating, but the ark had already been built long ago. At this moment, it stood there quietly, standing in the capital of the former Radiant God Kingdom—the Radiant Shengcheng.

Or more accurately, there was no Radiant Shengcheng anymore; this Noah's Ark was made with the Shengcheng as raw material; this was a huge ship so huge that it exceeded human imagination.

That was a huge ark with about three layers of structure; it was about as wide as the former Shengcheng, and its length was six times its width and ten times its height.

At this moment, it stood there quietly, as majestic as the mountains; the huge shadow it cast made even the tallest human feel small when looking at it, and even the flood that claimed to destroy the world could only submerge the bottom of its ship at this time.

Perhaps, only when this flood really accumulates to the extent of destroying the world can this Ark of Salvation truly set sail.

And now, the last survivors of the Radiant God Kingdom, or the so-called "righteous people of God," were staying on the ship.

There were as many as 500 million crew members; even with the vastness of the ark, it was not easy to accommodate such a large population. Fortunately, the ark had three layers.

Therefore, about 500,000 people lived on the top layer of the ark. This was the residence of the powerful people; everything here was as beautiful as before the apocalypse, or even better.

The noble families still had their private manors here, with horse farms, hunting grounds, and vineyards; they were living a life of luxury and pleasure.

There were about 49.5 million people living on the second layer. Honestly, the environment here was also okay, with beautiful detached villas, and even the slightly worse environment was at least terraced houses; everyone had a big house to live in, and the surrounding supporting facilities were complete, with prosperous business districts, the best hospitals, schools, opera houses, etc.

This was the class of managers.

And the last 450 million people lived on the bottom layer. Although this place had the largest area, wanting to accommodate so many people

Well, it can only be said that they couldn't even live in pigeon holes; being able to have a bed to shelter from the wind and rain here, and not sleeping directly on the deck, was already quite good.

This was the sheepfold for the lambs.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a kingdom of powerful people and faith; even when the apocalypse arrived, this place had not changed at all, still so clearly stratified.

And in the center of the top-layer space, the former central cathedral of the Shengcheng was completely moved here. Surrounding this cathedral were various small churches that were equally exquisite and luxurious; these large and small churches formed a small church city.

This was the hub of this ark, and also the Shengcheng on the ark; here lived the messengers of the great god and the servants who served the god, that is, the priests and nuns.

As for the other powerful people, they could only live around this Shengcheng; the closer to the Shengcheng, the greater their past power.

Only, this place that should have been quiet and peaceful, full of hymns, and full of the glory of the gospel, was now also infected by worldly affairs.

"Pope, please, you must help us; those lowly people are becoming harder and harder to control; it won't work if this continues."

"That's right, Pope, our family has made great efforts for the construction of the ark."

"Yes, yes, my family too; you can't ignore us."

"Where is the messenger of God? We want to see the messenger of God."

A group of nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes, each of them plump, with gemstone rings on their hands like brass knuckles, surrounded the front of the church. They looked panicked and solemn, anxiously wanting to rush into the church.

Only, the power chain-saw swords flashing with cold light held by the fully armed Templar knights guarding the church gate, as well as the power ceramic steel armor that was five or six meters high, made these nobles calm down again, and they understood what kind of place this was; it was not their private territory where they could show off their power on weekdays.

Only, facing their anxiety, for a long time, there was only a timid young nun who walked out of this gorgeous church where the Pope lived.

"My lords, please go back today; His Holiness is not feeling well today, and it is truly difficult to see guests."

Being stared at by so many people as soon as she went out, the nun, who was obviously a bit shy, lowered her head and said timidly.

Only, her words immediately made this group of powerful people who had been waiting bitterly for many days explode.

"What, why is she still not feeling well? She hasn't been well for half a year."

"Isn't His Holiness the strongest holy knight? She can flick a cow away with one finger; how could she be sick?"

"What kind of illness, nun? I brought the best private doctor this time; she will definitely be able to cure His Holiness."

"Yes, yes, yes, we all brought doctors..."

The nobles, whose eyes were red with anxiety, absolutely refused to back down today. They absolutely couldn't be dismissed so casually again today. One by one, like wolves starving to death, those scarlet eyes with bloodshot eyes stared at the shy nun, making the little nun even more afraid.

"Then, should I ask again..."

The nun was also an honest person. Seeing the masters outside like this, she was frightened and flustered. The chip at her temple flashed blue light a few times, seemingly already in contact.

Only, for a long time, the nun seemed to have heard some incredible answer, and her expression suddenly became as if she was about to cry.

"Your Holiness, how can you answer like this? This damages your majesty."

It could be seen that this little nun was really anxious; she couldn't even maintain the spiritual communication, and spoke subconsciously.

Only, before the nun finished speaking, her body seemed to be controlled by someone; she raised her head, and her originally weak expression suddenly became aggressive and even arrogant.

"Are you pigs annoying? Blocking my door every day and chattering; did I give you face, or what?"

"Still asking me what illness; are you the Pope or am I the Pope? All of you crawl away; if you chatter again, I'll kill you all."

"And what illness; can't I be in pain because my period is here?"

"What, it's impossible for a period to hurt for half a year, then constipation is fine, or hemorrhoids? Forget it, just pretend I'm pregnant and on maternity leave."

The nun suddenly used her soft voice to say such vulgar words.

And to this, the nobles who were scolded angrily suddenly had ugly faces.

Although everyone had vaguely guessed her attitude from the fact that this Pope had been refusing to meet them, the support of the church was their last straw; besides that, they had no other choice.

Only, they never expected that the church wouldn't even bother to pretend now, especially this Pope, who had always been known for her majesty and elegance, was now speaking such unbearable vulgar words like a low-class hooligan.

This is simply bullying people too much.

No, no, no, it should be that this cheap woman finally took off her mask of disguise; this shrew hooligan appearance is her true face.

Who does she think she is? If it weren't for their group of nobles supporting her before, would she, an illegitimate daughter of the previous Pope, have the qualifications to inherit the throne?

Does she think her wings are hard now, so she can kill the donkey after the mill is finished, right?

Lowly people are indeed lowly people.

Anyway, the faces of the nobles present were all black; those with good self-cultivation just remained silent, while some who were not good at self-cultivation also began to curse.

"You low-class daughter of a prostitute, you..."

However, before this master finished speaking, a "whoosh" sound, the shrill sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air, sounded.

Immediately after, a head that still retained an angry appearance fell to the ground, and then from that broken neck, a blood fountain gushed out, turning into a small blood rain, making the several noble masters nearby who were also angry suddenly covered in blood.

The nobles who were originally angry froze.

The game of nobles was never played like this; even if they had torn their faces, they would at most talk about it, but no one would directly do it; this is something that a lowly commoner can do.

Only, this time, there was silence; no one dared to say anything more. The Templar knights at the door silently put away their swords, and then the chain-saw greatswords stood in front of them. The tall knights looked down at this group of noble masters, and then issued a warning without emotion.

"My lords, be careful with your words; His Holiness's glory cannot be slandered."

"Ah, this, how could it be like this? Masters, please go back first; His Holiness is really not feeling well."

And at this time, the little nun who had regained control of her body finally came back to her senses; she said with a crying face, persuading these masters who were high above in the past.

Well, the swordsmanship of that Templar knight was really good; even the spray angle of the blood fountain was calculated. Even though the nun was also on this side, she was not stained with dust.

And hearing the nun's words, those nobles who were actually already panicked also found a step down; those few who were covered in blood even elegantly took out the handkerchief from their chest to wipe their faces.

They were all noble elites; heads could be broken, blood could flow, but noble demeanor could not be lost.

"Alright, respected nun, please convey to His Holiness, let her take care of her health, we will come again next time."

Leaving such scene words, the masters turned and left.

Although because of noble etiquette, they couldn't do such indecent things as running wildly in public, but from their fast-paced walking posture, it was clear that their hearts were far from as elegant as the surface.

To this, the Templar knight guarding the door remained silent, while the shy little nun had already gone back to call people to take mops to wash the floor.

And in this Pope's Palace, the Pope herself, who had just had a great time, was squatting and defending.

"Don't hit, don't hit, teacher, I know I was wrong."

And to this, the eight-winged pure white angel who was originally giving a lecture looked helplessly at the loli disciple in front of her who didn't look like her at all.

Well, the Pope of the Radiant Church this time looked unexpectedly young; judging from the appearance alone, she was at most no more than ten years old, although her true age had long been an adult.

"I was wrong, teacher, I shouldn't have been so impatient, especially shouldn't have directly killed the pig."

Loli Pope Noah faced the teacher's "iron fist of love" and had to sincerely reflect on her mistakes.

However, what awaited her was another punch.

"I see you haven't realized the problem at all."

Sophie Sophie Liya scolded the cheap apprentice she picked up from the trash heap twenty years ago.

"Girls should pay attention to their image; there is no such thing as you opening your mouth and closing your mouth with shit and urine."

The pure white angel who had always paid attention to her appearance and image couldn't see this; she really doubted whether this disciple was really taught by herself; this evil obstacle was more like the disciple of her own Eldest Miss than her.

"Ah, this, teacher, so the point is this?"

Noah was also confused; she thought the teacher was angry just now because she killed someone.

"Otherwise? The game is over; those remnants of the old era have no utilization value."

Sophie Sophie Liya stood up, turned her head to look at the nuns washing the floor outside the window. For the pig that had just been slaughtered, there was no reflection in her eyes, as if this little thing was not enough to enter her eyes at all.

"Noah, you should remember, you are the righteous person I chose, and also the builder of the new world. When everything is over, you can use your own will to build the kingdom you want."

"Then teacher, I want to build a world where everyone is equal and there is no distinction between high and low, is that also possible?"

"This is natural; this is exactly what I expect."

Sophie Sophie Liya nodded.

"Then if what I want to build is a world without belief in gods."

Noah asked again.

But the pure white witch just smiled and touched the head of this cheap apprentice.

"As long as you can defeat the gods."

She answered like this.

In teacher-kindness and apprentice-filial piety.

Exciting, the pressure of the deadline.

(End of chapter)