Chapter 316: Appearance (2400+ added)

Speech Square.

The surrounding buildings had clearly been meticulously maintained, and even the iron fence originally around the "Marshal's Podium" had been removed.

However, the number of police officers and guards on duty had not decreased in the slightest; on the contrary, there were even more of them.

After all, many of the kingdom's great figures were coming to listen to this speech, and a single slip could lead to a major incident!

Directly in front of the podium, in the best position, a high platform had already been erected.

Earl Rendell, Duke Alge, Marquis Russell, Marquis Cawendi...

Various high-ranking officials and nobles, rarely seen on ordinary days, were all seated on the high platform, yet the two most central and honorable chairs remained empty.

Pfft!

Before the words had even faded, a human figure slowly emerged upon the "Marshal's Podium."

That was the power belonging to the "God of Suffering"!

Arthur VI looked at the Pope, who had been knocked down, his crown fallen, hair disheveled, and appearing extremely wretched below the high platform, his face showing confusion: "I trusted you so much, why would you betray me?"

Arthur VI smiled and raised his hand in a gesture, every movement appearing impeccable as if specially trained, and he took the Queen's hand to sit in the main seats.

A team of Royal Guards immediately rushed onto the podium, subdued Feiliete, and dragged him down.

"Sorry... I have already drunk that blood!"

On the high platform, King Arthur VI called over an attendant in surprise to ask questions, because the beginning of Feiliete's speech was completely different from the previous draft!

Duke Alge's expression changed slightly; he looked at the captain of his guards and nodded solemnly.

And Duke Alge was a military heavyweight, as well as the Speaker of the Upper House!

"Feiliete..."

"Children of the Holy Spirit..."

Following his signal, the Military Intelligence Department special agents maintaining order at the scene acted one after another, secretly keeping watch over the bishops Feiliete had brought.

The Invis Kingdom was not decided by His Majesty the King alone.

The problem of the Holy Spirit Church was not something only the Investigation Bureau had noticed.

The military, the Parliament... all possessed immense power.

Feiliete's speech continued.

At this moment, Feiliete turned his gaze toward the square.

On the square, many believers showed expressions of bewilderment, murmuring along: "I have drunk that blood, we are all blood brothers."

The slightly effeminate-looking Arthur VI waved his hand desolately.

Feiliete seemed to have been meticulously groomed; he looked like a golden lion, the most standard image of an Invis handsome man, making many ladies and young misses blush and feel secretly regretful.

Because winter had not yet passed, cold winds blew across the square from time to time, and with night approaching, the temperature plummeted.

"Your Majesty the King, you should make a decision soon."

The Queen's icy words rang out at the same time.

Feiliete's expression gradually became subtle, his muscles stiffened, and his eyes held a trace of struggle.

It was currently dusk, and the golden radiance of the setting sun shone upon the podium, making Feiliete look like a god cast in gold; his voice spread throughout the entire square, causing all the believers to freeze in expression.

Many in the audience began to tremble and stomp their feet, secretly regretting not wearing their thickest fur coats.

"Respected Your Majesty the King..."

His voice was resonant and powerful, but his wording made the nobles feel vaguely uneasy.

"We have always lived on an isolated island, and surrounding this island is an ocean named 'Mysterious' and 'Fear'... We fear the deep sea, we are afraid that once we step off the island, our sanity will be drowned by a tide named 'Madness'... so much so that some believe we should not set sail!"

Tap-tap!

And now, Pope Feiliete ambushing men on the square and praying to an Evil God was already an indisputable act of treason!

Pope Feiliete, dressed in a noble and gorgeous purple robe and wearing a crown with symbols of the sun, moon, and stars, held a Scepter and slowly stepped off the carriage, walking along the red carpet all the way to the "Marshal's Podium."

His voice was thick and resonant, carrying a trace of heavy, impenetrable weight: "The sun... is about to perish!"

He turned his head to look at Arthur VI, who was looking over with concern, and an apologetic smile appeared on his face.

Everything went so smoothly that it was unbelievable, causing many people to become suspicious and uneasy instead.

The old butler, dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and meticulously groomed, personally opened the carriage door, and a red carpet was immediately laid out to the carriage door.

Everyone present immediately stood up and saluted...

Feiliete's expression changed drastically; he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black, stagnant blood and laughed miserably: "We are all blood brothers... and now, we gather here to welcome the arrival of the 'God of Suffering'... Arthur... sorry... be careful... be careful of my..."

It was just that, hindered by pressure from the King's side, they could only investigate in secret and were unable to take action.

"Sigh... I have never wanted to believe..."

"But from today on, everything has become different!"

In contrast, among the many listeners in the square, quite a few revealed expressions of excitement...

"With the permission of His Majesty the King, as the Pope of the Holy Spirit Church, I hereby announce... announce..."

"Please fulfill your responsibility as a King!"

Even on the high platform, many powerful figures secretly frowned, feeling that the Holy Spirit Church's Pope Feiliete was too arrogant and that the time chosen for the speech was also very problematic.

Duke Alge urged.

As if the Pope's words had triggered something critical, they knelt on the ground and piously chanted the honorific name of the "God of Suffering":

"We chant your honorific name, calling for your arrival!"

Just at this moment, surrounded by many church personnel, a simple carriage slowly pulled up to the edge of the square.

But in the end, Feiliete still shouted loudly: "I announce... blood brothers who have drunk of His blood, gather here to welcome the arrival of the Savior!"

"Controller of Thorns and Blood, Favored One of Depravity and Scarlet, the great God of Suffering!"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the Royal Guards marched into the plaza, and King Arthur VI stepped down from the carriage with his queen.

There were tens of thousands of them; many fathers looked at their children in astonishment, wives looked at their husbands in astonishment, brothers stared at their sisters... all feeling that the people beside them were so strange!

Tens of thousands of Desire Spirit Sect believers, regardless of age or gender, all began to do one thing at this moment—kneeling piously and offering a Prayer to the "God of Suffering"!

They had actually, without anyone noticing, occupied twenty percent of the audience, or even more!

Arthur VI's expression shifted slightly; he saw pitch-black, viscous liquid spreading across the plaza floor, and within the earth, deep and ominous Spirituality was surging.

He wore a white shirt, a black vest over it, his silver-white hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a gentle smile on his face.

He was the old butler of the Holy Spirit Church Pope, Feiliete.

But at this moment, in the hands of this old butler, he was also holding a slightly dilapidated long spear—the Spear of the Sun King!

He held the long spear high, and on the tip of the spear was skewered a body that seemed to be composed of countless twisting and writhing shadows—the other party was a Crown of the military, a Sixth Primordial Substance Extraordinary responsible for maintaining order at this lecture, the Spirit World Shadow who had once appeared at the Investigation General Bureau!

(End of this chapter)