May 31st, Monday, 1027th year of the New Calendar.
Pulmouth, Mithraic Palace.
King Arthur VI stood on the high building of the palace, looking at the crowds of people gathering in the square: "History... has turned a new page, but it's a pity that Sodom is not the protagonist!"
"Inves will become stronger and more stable. This is the glory of the royal family."
The Prime Minister of the Kingdom bowed.
Nicholas, wearing the red robe of a cardinal, stood silently behind the new Holy Spirit Pope Cicero Mercado, a poor guy who was pushed out of the balance and took the blame by all parties.
"Let's go, today... we are all spectators."
Arthur VI smiled on his face.
A group of people entered slowly. Cicero, wearing a noble and gorgeous papal robe, a triple crown of sun, moon and stars, holding a scepter, walked up to the high platform, faced a microphone with amplification effect, and began his speech:
"First of all, let us mourn for the dead and injured in the 'Podium Massacre', and may the Holy Spirit accept their souls..."
"Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit has given His miracles, allowing His three allies to come to the world to guide lost souls..."
The people in the audience were a little commotion. After all, the Holy Spirit Church has always been the state religion and has deep beliefs.
If the Pope suddenly takes the lead in creating a schism, devout believers will find it very confusing.
The chaos spread more and more, turning into a hustle and bustle, threatening to cause riots...
Nicholas looked at this scene and lowered his head together with other archbishops, mourning the decline of the Holy Spirit Religion.
"No matter how huge your faith is, without power, it will ultimately be vain!"
‘Cicero took the blame this time. The Holy Spirit Church lost its religious monopoly in his hands. I am afraid that the next Red Robe Conference will launch an impeachment against him...’
'Although the Holy Spirit Religion has also obtained permission to form its own team of Beyonders, compared to those ancient religious groups, our background is too little... Perhaps, this is also my opportunity to introduce the 'Invisible Hermitage'
With the power of the Holy Spirit Religion and the Hermitage, the Great Lord can return to His throne and initiate a revolution...'
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At this time, Cicero's voice was still reaching Nicholas's ears.
"With the approval of His Majesty the King, the following three churches also believe in the 'True God' and have the same missionary power as the Holy Spirit Church in the land where the glory of the great Inves shines!"
"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... I would like to invite three Your Majesty..."
The people in the square became more and more riotous. Some of them looked broken down, shouting "I don't believe it", "Oh my God", "Holy Spirit curses you" and other words, trying to rush to the podium. Others were calm and indifferent.
Some with private joy.
Public sentiment has been widely aroused, like a powder keg that can explode with just a spark.
At this time, Harnot Egg, who was dressed in religious robes, and Buzg Hash, who had a dead expression on his face, walked onto the stage together with the iceberg beauty Anastasia.
"quiet!"
Anastasia looked at the commotion in the audience, an invisible spell with magic echoing on the tip of her tongue.
Whoosh!
Just like a cold wind blowing across the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a huge glacier, cold and majestic blowing towards them.
The original noise disappeared instantly, like a duck being grabbed by the neck.
Some weak people could not even resist this majesty and knelt down.
"My Lord, the God of Death, is in charge of the destination of everyone's souls after death. After all souls leave the body, they will flow to the underworld through the 'River of Death', which is the final destination of all souls..."
Buzig Hash spoke: "Any mortal who offends the True God will have his soul dissolved by the 'River of Death' after death, and will never be able to obtain sleep and peace!"
He used indifferent and cold words to outline a terrifying scene in the minds of all believers.
Everyone seems to have seen the illusory river that has no beginning and no end, running through life and death, the world and the underworld.
Countless translucent spiritual bodies flowed, struggled, and sank in the river...
For those who have faith, this threat of death is more effective than anything else!
The bishops of the Holy Spirit Church looked pale. As soon as the Death Church came up, they took away the right to interpret the soul’s destination after death! This was a huge blow!
"Our Lord is the God of Wisdom. He does not hesitate to share knowledge with all living beings and promote the progress of science!"
Harnot Egg's speech was much gentler, effectively calming the panic of mortals: "Our church welcomes all knowledgeable people to join... Our Lord bless every His believer... He will lead the believers in the underworld.
His soul ascends into His Kingdom of God!”
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"Is this...is this the power of true God?"
"Supernatural power, does it really exist?"
"Three true gods, three true gods..."
Metana stood in the group of nobles and looked at the scenes in the square.
Some devout believers cried bitterly, but covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.
Some believers were delighted to witness the supernatural power with their own eyes, and many reporters were writing articles quickly with their eyes red.
Although the flow of information in this era is still not smooth, 'rumors' that the three True God churches may have supernatural powers will continue to spread outside Pulmouth.
The reason why it is a 'rumor' is naturally the compromise between the three churches and the royal family.
Of course, when asked about supernatural power, they would not deny its existence.
This alone is enough to turn the fortress of faith of the Holy Spirit Sect into a toy like a sand dune, and then crush it with one kick!
A large number of believers have begun to waver!
Unfortunately... the 'Holy Spirit' does not exist, and Aaron doesn't care.
"A new era...has arrived."
Metana looked at this scene and murmured softly.
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"Let's get started."
In the dream world.
Aaron stood in a dark forest and also said to himself.
After half a month of devouring and digesting, he had reached the peak of the fourth essence, meeting the prerequisite requirements for promotion to the 'Perfect', 'Adam'.
During this period, he was also secretly exploring the spiritual world, driving spiritual creatures to build wonders for him.
This black forest is a secret realm in the spiritual world. It is an unexpected gain obtained from my good friend, the Black Pharaoh.
After exploring, Aaron initially selected this place to build his own 'wonder'.
A large number of seconded mummy guards are struggling to carry boulders and dig out soil...
Underground in this forest, an inverted pyramid has begun to take shape.
"I always have an inexplicable sense of building a mausoleum for myself..."
Aaron walked into the hastily completed pyramid and reached the bottom.
There was no coffin there, just a dark throne.
"Sigh...that's all the aesthetics of the 'Black Pharaoh'."
He muttered, sat on the throne, and a pure white, faceless wax statue appeared in his hand.