Chapter 382: New Era

Monday, May 31, 1027, New Calendar.

Plymouth, Mitra Palace.

King Arthur VI stood in the high tower of the palace, gazing at the crowd gathered in the square: "History... has turned a brand new page, it is a pity that Sodom is not the protagonist!"

"Invis will become more powerful, and at the same time more stable; this is the glory that belongs to the Royal Family."

The Prime Minister of the kingdom bowed and said.

Nicholas, wearing the red robes of a Cardinal, stood behind the newly appointed Pope of the Holy Spirit Church—Cicero Murdoch, a poor fellow pushed out by all sides to balance things and take the blame—without saying a word.

A large number of seconded mummy guards were struggling to move giant stones and dig up soil...

"There is always an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if I am building a mausoleum for myself..."

'No matter how vast the faith, without power, it is ultimately a delusion!'

Buzige Hashi spoke: "Any mortal who angers the True God will have their soul dissolved by the 'Dead River' after death, never able to obtain rest and peace!"

Aaron stood in the middle of a pitch-black forest, likewise speaking to himself.

Some of the weak-bodied could not even resist this majesty and knelt down.

Countless translucent spirit bodies were flowing, struggling, and sinking in the river water...

For those who possess faith, this threat after death is more effective than anything else!

Metana stood among the group of nobles, watching the scenes in the square.

"Silence!"

Nicholas watched this scene, lowering his head along with the other Cardinals to mourn the decline of the Holy Spirit Church.

At this moment, Cicero's voice was still continuously reaching Nicholas's ears.

Aaron walked into the hastily completed Pyramid and arrived at the very bottom.

This one point alone was enough to turn the fortress of faith of the Holy Spirit Church into a toy like a sand dune, and then crush it with one foot!

A large portion of the believers had already begun to waver!

Unfortunately... the 'Holy Spirit' did not exist, and Aaron did not care.

He used indifferent and cold words to outline a terrifying scene in the minds of all the believers.

Beneath this forest, an inverted Pyramid had already begun to take shape.

"My Lord, God of Death, holds the final destination of the souls of the masses after death. After all souls leave their bodies, they will inevitably pass through the 'Dead River' and flow toward the Underworld; that is the final destination for all souls..."

Arthur VI smiled on his face.

Whoosh!

"Supernatural power, does it really exist?"

"Is... is this the power of the True God?"

A group of people slowly entered the venue. Cicero, wearing the noble and magnificent robes of the Pope, wearing the Sun Moon and Star Triple Crown, and holding the Scepter, walked onto the high platform and began his speech toward the microphone with amplification effects:

"First, let us mourn for the dead and injured in the 'Lecture Hall Tragedy', may the Holy Spirit accept their souls..."

"Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit has bestowed His Divine Miracle, allowing His three allies to descend into the Mortal World to guide the lost souls..."

The crowd below the stage was somewhat restless; after all, the Holy Spirit Church had always been the state religion, and the faith was deep.

After half a month of devouring and digesting, he had already reached the peak of the Fourth Primordial Substance, satisfying the prerequisites for advancing to 'Perfecter' and 'Adam'.

At this time, Hanote Aige in religious robes, Buzige Hashi with a deathly expression, and the ice-cold beauty Anastasia walked onto the high platform together.

"Sigh... the aesthetics of the 'Black Pharaoh' are just like this."

When the Pope suddenly takes the lead in causing a split, pious believers will all feel very confused.

The reason it was a 'rumor' was naturally the compromise between the three churches and the Royal Family.

"With the approval of His Majesty the King, what the following three churches believe in is also the 'True God', and they possess the same right to preach as the Holy Spirit Church on the land illuminated by the great glory of Invis!"

Some pious believers wept bitterly, but covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

"Let's go, today... we are all spectators."

There was no coffin there, only a pitch-black throne.

This Heisenlin belonged to a secret realm in the Spirit World, which could be considered an unexpected harvest obtained from his good friend, the 'Black Pharaoh'.

Anastasia looked at the restless crowd below the stage, and an invisible incantation with magic echoed on the tip of her tongue.

The chaos spread further, turning into clamor, with signs of inciting a riot...

After exploration, Aaron initially selected this place to build his own 'wonder'.

Although the circulation of information in this era was still poor, the 'rumor' that the three True God churches might possess supernatural power would still continuously spread outside of Plymouth.

Of course, when asked about supernatural power, they would not deny its existence either.

"Three True Gods, three True Gods..."

Metana looked at this scene and muttered in a low voice.

As if a cold wind had blown across the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a giant glacier, with coldness and majesty rushing toward them.

"They are—the Church of the God of Wisdom, the Church of the God of Death, and the Church of the God of Ice! Below... let us invite the three Crowns..."

Everyone seemed to see that illusory river that had no beginning and no end, running through life and death, the Mortal World and the Underworld.

'Although the Holy Spirit Church has also obtained permission to form its own team of Extraordinaries, compared to those ancient Cults, our foundation is too thin... Perhaps, this is also my opportunity to introduce the power of the Invisible Cult, let the Holy Spirit Church and the Invisible Cult merge, let my great Lord return to His rightful position, and launch a revolution...'

In the Dream Realm.

And during this period, he was also secretly exploring the Spirit World, driving Spirit World Creatures to build wonders for him.

Some believers were happy to witness supernatural power with their own eyes, and many reporters were already writing manuscripts quickly while their eyes were red.

The public's emotions were widely incited, like a powder keg that could explode with a single spark.

"Cicero has been made the scapegoat this time; under his watch, the Holy Spirit Church has lost its religious monopoly. I fear the next Red Robe Conference will initiate an impeachment against him..."

"A new era... has arrived."

The original clamor vanished instantly, like a duck whose neck had been pinched.

"Begin."

The Bishops of the Holy Spirit Church, however, looked pale; the Church of the God of Death had come right out and seized the right to interpret the destination of souls after death! This was a massive blow!

"Our Lord is the God of Wisdom; He does not begrudge sharing knowledge with all living beings, driving the progress of science!"

Hanote Aige's statement was much gentler, effectively soothing the mortals' panic: "Our church welcomes all people of insight to join... Our Lord protects every one of His believers... He will guide the souls of believers in the Underworld to ascend into His Divine Kingdom!"

The crowd in the square became increasingly restless; some looked devastated, shouting things like "I don't believe it," "Good heavens," and "The Holy Spirit curse you" as they tried to rush the podium, while others were indifferent and calm, and still others harbored secret glee.

He muttered a sentence, sat upon the throne, and a pure white, faceless Wax Figure appeared in his hand.

The ascension to the Fifth Primordial Substance had begun...

(End of this chapter)