Chapter 593

Only then did Li Chen glance at him faintly, his tone calm and waveless, yet carrying a heart-palpitating majesty: "Next time you clean up the aftermath, be clean and neat; I don't want to see this kind of noisy fly again."

Carlos was dumbfounded; he was quickly distinguishing whether Li Chen was probing or had other plans.

Gritting his teeth, he simply confessed: "But, Personal Guard Lord, what he said is true; I am indeed a deacon of the Blood Demon Society; why would you..."

He was completely unable to understand why Li Chen didn't kill him.

Li Chen looked down at him, a faint, imperceptible arc seeming to appear at the corners of his mouth, his voice not high, but carrying absolute control: "Who you were a deacon for in the past is not important; what is important is who you choose to be loyal to now. For me, this is enough."

The way of controlling people lies in insight into human nature and control of the situation.

No matter how hypocritical and cunning Carlos was in the past, after experiencing the turn from hell to heaven at this moment, in the face of absolute power and this "trust" that "ignores past grievances," the awe and loyalty he produced at this moment would be unquestionable.

Carlos understood instantly, and a huge shock and the ecstasy of surviving a disaster overwhelmed him.

He knocked his head deeply again, his voice choked with emotion and incomparably firm: "This subordinate understands! From today on, this life of Carlos belongs entirely to you, Lord! I will not hesitate even if I have to die!"

Li Chen nodded slightly and threw out a sentence full of deep meaning: "You must understand, without absolute darkness as a foil, how can people feel the preciousness and absoluteness of light?"

After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Carlos, who was kneeling on the ground, and turned his gaze to the three female heretics who were pale and trembling all over, his tone relaxed and even carrying a hint of pleasure: "Take these three lost lambs to the confession room; it's time to start today's baptism of holy light and guide them back to the right path."

Personally "injecting" holy light into these stubborn heretics and feeling the process of their "repentance" under the divine power was one of Li Chen's quite "favorite" daily tasks.

Not long after, the pleas of these heretics came from the confession room.

And Li Chen's words could not stop echoing in Carlos's mind for a long time.

Carlos knelt where he was, the cold stone slab transmitting a chill through his knees, but it was far from the stormy waves churning in his heart.

Li Chen's sentence "Without darkness, where would there be light" echoed repeatedly in his mind, like a thunderbolt piercing through the fog.

He had a sudden realization—yes, the reason the Holy See could firmly grasp the needs of hundreds of millions of believers was precisely because there was "evil" like the Blood Demon Society that committed all kinds of crimes, and "heretics" that emerged one after another and needed to be judged and purified, right?

If this darkness were really completely eradicated, would there be any need for the holy light to exist?

Those high-and-mighty bishops and inquisitors, having lost their external enemies, the huge Holy See machine would immediately fall into endless infighting and power struggles.

So, to maintain the stability of the Holy See and even the entire belief system, these "heretics" were actually necessary "nutrients"!

A light of sudden realization flickered in Carlos's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "So that's it; this is what the Personal Guard Lord meant! He sees things too thoroughly!"

The awe in his heart for Li Chen instantly climbed to an insurmountable level; he only felt that this Lord's depth of thought and far-reaching layout were simply unimaginable.

However, he had thought too much.

Li Chen was just using the identity of "Pope's Personal Guard" as a casual, impromptu disguise, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the petty schemes and grievances among these bottom-level ants; that profound-sounding sentence was purely something he had picked up to decorate the facade and said casually.