Chapter 526: Thirty Million Strong Army

"Do you know who I am?" Anthony asked the moment the communication was connected, launching a verbal assault.

Cabrera, who had been preparing to hold him accountable, was stunned on the spot: "Aren't you Anthony? Did I dial the wrong number? No, I didn't." His voice grew weaker, as if he were checking his communicator.

"Be more specific," Anthony asked again.

"Uh—" Cabrera hesitated for a moment and said, "You are the spokesperson for the Light in the human world, the interpreter of divine oracles, the chanter of holy sounds, the wielder of the Sword of Punishment, the Pope, Saint Anthony."

Just as Cabrera finished speaking, a small mutter sounded from the other side: "That's so cool. I want a title that long, too."

Anthony nodded and said, "Be even more specific."

Cabrera fell silent. Unknowingly, the rhythm of the conversation had been seized by Anthony. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "You are the Pope of the God Realm."

"Correct. When did you guess it?" Anthony asked with a smile.

From the moment Hayden exposed their identities, Anthony had realized that their identities could no longer be hidden. Hayden had made the connection, which meant the Warlock Alliance would make it too; their identities could not withstand such scrutiny.

When others are on guard against you, continuing to hide is not only useless but will also affect your own judgment. It is better to think about how to utilize this change.

"We had our suspicions after discovering the God of Life. So, you are admitting your identity now? You disguised yourself as the local Church of Light to contact us—what is your objective?" Cabrera demanded sternly, attempting to regain control of the conversation's rhythm.

He had originally come to hold them accountable, wanting to question Anthony about why he attacked Hayden, where he had taken Hayden, and to demand he release him immediately—otherwise, they would take action against the Church of Light.

He hadn't expected Anthony to expose his own identity, turning the tables and seizing the initiative, which also rendered his threat bankrupt. Since Anthony had already said he wasn't the local Church of Light, threatening them with the Church of Light was meaningless.

"There is no objective. We just arrived in this place and didn't understand the situation well, so we were making contact with all sides. Now we have basically figured it out: the Faith Storm was released by you, right? Why did you use a Faith Storm to attack our supreme God of Light! Speak!" Anthony questioned sternly.

*Thump*—Cabrera's heart tightened. He exchanged glances with the people around him, and a damnably familiar feeling welled up in their hearts simultaneously.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Joint Conference at the center of the Starburst Array, all the remaining Warlocks who could move—except for Hayden, Ladiyad, and those trapped in the barrier with the Lord of Extinction—had already gathered.

Pure Water transformed into a translucent water-human and muttered softly, "It was like this back then, too. A single Faith Storm summoned the Undead Monarch."

Cabrera immediately understood where this damnably familiar feeling came from. History had always recorded that over a thousand years ago, a single Faith Storm had summoned the Undead Monarch from the God Realm. Now, this Faith Storm had summoned the Church of Light. Was it impossible to just release a Faith Storm casually anymore?

However, due to cognitive inertia, Cabrera didn't think the Church of Light was a big deal. Although Anthony, this Pope, was difficult to deal with, looking at how pathetic the local church was, how powerful could the Church of Light from the God Realm really be?

Coincidentally, Anthony paused and added, "Think clearly before you answer. The thirty million Holy War Expeditionary Army of the God Realm is already prepared. Over the past thousand years, under the leadership of the God of Light, we have unified the main plane of the God Realm and the eight hundred abysses, conquered the Undead Empire and the Dragon Dwarves, and even Flash Feiti has pledged loyalty to the Light."

"Your answer will determine whether we take that step. Once the pace of the Holy War begins, all heretics will be eliminated—to the bitter end!"

Anthony's voice was calm, but it was precisely this calm tone that made Cabrera feel ice-cold, and Pure Water Luoluoka even splattered into a puddle with a *poof*.

Negris quietly asked Du Luo Ken, "Can we organize an expeditionary army of thirty million?"

"Of course we can. As long as they are all undead creatures," Du Luo Ken said very easily, with a nonchalant expression.

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While they were whispering, Cabrera's side was already in chaos. A thirty-million-strong Holy War Expeditionary Army? This was earth-shattering, terrifying news. Their Warlock Alliance had fewer than a few hundred thousand people. Thirty million people—one spit from each person could drown them.

And these were not those unintelligent, low-IQ undead creatures that couldn't fly; this was the Church of Light. Although the local church was pathetic, if the Church of Light from the God Realm could really organize an expedition of thirty million, it certainly wouldn't be at the level of the local church.

A thirty-million-strong God Realm expeditionary army ready to enter this world at any time...

Cabrera felt endless pressure. Panicked and flustered, he couldn't even remember why he had initiated this communication. He said in a panic, "Wait a moment," and hung up.

After Anthony also cut the connection, Negris couldn't wait to mock him: "Tsk tsk tsk, thirty million expeditionary army, what a big mouth. Can you mobilize that many people?"

"Of course I can," Anthony said. "I'll have ten thousand people organize the equipment, and the rest organize production, forge weapons, and plant crops. Wouldn't that be mobilization?"

"Poof—that's your method of mobilization? You god-stick, there isn't a single word of truth in you," Negris said irritably.

"It wouldn't be impossible to mobilize everyone. My lord has so many Elf Beans, enough to support a thirty-million-strong expedition for ten years. Logistics can be solved. If it really comes to it, we'll just drag everyone over," Anthony said with full confidence.

Although there was more joking in his words, it wasn't impossible. The Elf Beans that Ang had catalyzed using the Faith Storm were enough for the several hundred million people of the entire main plane to eat for a year. Thirty million people eating for ten years wouldn't be a problem at all; this solved the food issue.

The only limitation was that they had no way to transfer personnel on a large scale. Anthony said this mainly to scare people.

However, after he finished speaking, he looked up to see Ang already covering his Dimensional Hand, looking at him vigilantly.

"Just joking, just joking," Anthony said with an awkward, sheepish laugh.

"Hahahaha!!" Seeing Anthony get shut down was rare, and everyone burst into laughter.

After laughing for a while, Negris asked with some confusion, "Why did you suddenly think of exposing your identity?"

Anthony said, "I didn't expose my identity. We are now the Church of Light from the God Realm, possessing a thirty-million-strong Holy War Expeditionary Army. We came here because they bombed us with a Faith Storm. If they don't compensate and apologize, and guarantee they won't commit the offense again, we will launch a Holy War to the bitter end. Lord Feiti can make this claim even more realistic and credible."

Before the Warlock Alliance could discuss anything, the surviving Dragon Clan had already organized themselves. Led by a female red dragon, they flew over and prostrated themselves in the void from afar: "Greetings to the Dragon God!"

————Author's Note————

Thanks to Akachirof for the tip. ===== CHAPTER 527 =====