The lights in the cathedral are brightly lit, and the spiritual power accumulated by thousands of priests and the sacred attributes accumulated by the temple itself are integrated together, making the church and the outside world seem to form two distinct worlds. The outside world is being heavily influenced by
The gloomy clouds and the unusually low and depressing sky seem to indicate the turbulence and suffering that the world is about to face, but the interior of the church, which is only separated by a wall, is full of gentleness and light.
But even though the church has the attributes of a "holy place", those bright lights cannot eliminate the tension and uneasiness of the clergy.
The Pope has locked himself in the prayer room for more than twelve hours. During this period, dozens of strong magical shocks erupted from the prayer room. No one knew about this first "dialogue with God" in thousands of years.
Whether it will go smoothly or not, for the newly appointed Pope Otumus, this is a career challenge he has to face as a priest, and for the entire Glory Sect, this is a verification of the inheritance of countless generations over countless years.
Is it the right moment? If the Pope successfully listens to God's will and a miracle comes, then the countless years of inheritance of the sect will be recognized and its foundation will not be shaken. But if the Pope fails...
Then the Huiyao Sect will be finished. All previous debates and doctrinal interpretations will be meaningless. As a church that serves the true God, the moment the true God denies its significance, the church’s existence value will cease to exist.
The young deacon came to the prayer room, where several bishops were already waiting. He bowed respectfully to the bishops and asked one of them in a low voice: "Has His Majesty not come out yet?"
"The Pope is still praying," the bishop in question replied expressionlessly.
"Marshal Ofra is already in the church," the young deacon said, "she carries the king's will."
"But no one can enter before the prayer is over," the bishop shook his head. "Perhaps the dialogue between the pope and the gods has reached a critical moment."
The young deacon nodded slightly and waited with the bishops in front of the prayer room door.
In the prayer room, the conversation between Pope Otumus and the gods did reach the most critical moment.
The Goddess of Creation is teaching him special prayers that can resist the spiritual erosion of the Mad Lord. Along with them, there are also a large number of powerful magical arts and rituals that were lost in ancient times.
Otumus was baptized from birth, and received theological education as a page boy from the Huiyao Sect at the age of five. However, in these decades of long life, he has never been as excited as he is today about the knowledge imparted by gods.
It is so precious, especially those parts that have been lost in thousands of years of inheritance, are of extraordinary significance. Generations of clergy have exhausted their efforts to restore those magical models from the few remaining ancient scrolls. Almost everyone
They all believe that the ancient knowledge cannot be completely restored, and believe that the loss of that knowledge is a punishment that mortals must bear due to their arrogance. But who could have imagined that they would one day be restored in this form?
Not only did the gods not blame the people for their stupidity and forgetfulness, but they taught them all again themselves.
Otumus believes that he is probably the luckiest pope in the history of the Glory Sect.
As for the unexplained words that the gods occasionally muttered when imparting this knowledge, such as "It's much simpler than May 3", "One lesson and one practice is very useful", "There are actually four solutions to this problem", Optums believes that
That is a manifestation of the profound thoughts of the gods, but they cannot be understood anyway.
But before recording the magic model, he first carefully recorded the prayers that could resist the erosion of madness. After all, inheritance of knowledge and other things must survive before one can be qualified to discuss it.
As the brilliance of divine magic gradually dissipated, Otumus looked at the enchantment scrolls in front of him that had been recorded with various spell models and original prayers, and at the same time said devoutly in his heart: "My Lord, I have recorded these things.
"
"Very good, I will also issue an order to all believers in the world at the same time. They will know what is about to happen in this world, but not everyone can use high-level magic, so I will hand over the original text of the prayer to
You, you must send them to all bishops and clergy above bishops. Within a month, you must master the method of using these prayers and set up defense lines around the world.
"Remember, from the moment you receive these prayers, you assume the responsibility of protecting the people. You will face the erosion of the soul by that crazy monster, and face the most terrifying aspect of the universe...
"If someone feels that his will is weak, he should withdraw early. I will not blame him, because this wise withdrawal will prevent loopholes in the defense line of the mortal world in advance. But if you choose to accept, you must persist until the end.
And I will always be with you.
"Remember, you are not alone."
Otumus felt that his heart was being touched like never before. He piously bowed down in front of the holy portrait: "Lord, I am ready!"
"Then go ahead, I still have two questions to write..."
Otumus touched the ground with his forehead in awe, and then stood up, but before he left the prayer room, the idea of the goddess of creation suddenly swept over again: "Wait a minute, Otumus, there is one more thing
thing."
The pope immediately stopped and turned to the holy portrait: "My Lord, please give me your instructions."
"What is this messy thing in front of you that looks like an abstract painting?"
"……Why?"
At this moment, Otumus felt that he was facing the biggest challenge in his life as a clergyman!
"Lord...we are painting you..."
"……Why?"
At this moment, Leah, who was hundreds of millions of light years away, felt that as a goddess, she was facing the biggest challenge in history!
After a moderate amount of embarrassment (well, it was a huge embarrassment in the eyes of Otumus), the two sides finally reached a mutual understanding and agreement on the issue of the holy icon, and the new icon would replace
Those abstract patterns handed down from the "Age of Chaos", and in order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, Optimus had to find a new topic: "My lord, today's unusual celestial phenomenon..."
The goddess's voice sounded a little confused: "What's wrong with the celestial phenomena?"
"Is it also foreshadowing the turmoil and chaos that will follow? We need to explain all this to believers..."
There was another delay of two seconds before the voice from the goddess of creation came: "Ah, my power sweeps across the world, occasionally causing some weather abnormalities due to reaction with the free energy in the atmosphere. In fact, it has no omen function.
"
Optumus: "...Then how should we respond?"
"So you go home and collect your clothes quickly! Why is this child so stupid!"
Optimus: "..."
The door to the prayer room finally opened.
The young deacon and several bishops who had been waiting outside the door hurried forward to greet him. They saw that Pope Otumus had an unprecedented tired expression on his face.
Communicating with God is indeed a very heavy burden for mortals. Even the most powerful pope in the church cannot bear it. The bishops all came up with this idea after seeing the staggering steps of Otumus.
"Your Majesty," a bishop came to the Pope, "the oracle..."
"The gods have arrived," Otumus said before the other party finished speaking. At the same time, he took out the scroll filled with surging divine power from his arms. The purity of the gods exuded from the scrolls was far beyond the imagination of human clerics.
The sexual power immediately shocked everyone, and the devout priests at the scene couldn't help but bend down, "This is the knowledge given by Him. The Lord also sent down a will, ordering us to unite and prepare to face the greatest challenge in the history of this world."
I will convene a bishops’ conference to tell you about the specific situation later.”
The bishops all bowed down and prayed devoutly, their voices full of joy and determination: "Praise our Lord."
Optumus took a breath, tried to calm down, and then continued: "My lord has two more orders..."
The bishops said in unison: "Your Majesty, please give me a clear statement."
"First of all, the holy portrait should be repainted. As we have discussed in previous meetings, our current holy portrait is a collective hallucination caused by the spiritual interference of the 'eldest son'. Because the eldest son was contaminated by evil forces,
The holy image is also distorted and the goddess does not blame us for it, but we must repaint the image of the god."
As he spoke, he took out another scroll: "The gods have sent down revelations, and the new icon can be drawn accordingly."
A bishop took the scroll and unfolded it solemnly as if he was holding a key that could guide the destiny of the world. He saw that on the scroll was a very beautiful little girl, and she was facing the viewer with one hand on her hip and the other.
In the direction of the hand, he stretched out his hand to make a V letter.
Bishops: "..."
Optimus: "..."
"God's will is God's will," Otumus said firmly after a long time, "Just do it."
Someone among the bishops finally reacted: "What about...the other edict?"
"The goddess asked us not to guess the weather and tell everyone to go home and collect clothes."
Bishops: "..."
Otumus closed his eyes and seemed to have aged ten years for a moment: "God's will is God's will."
The bishops finally dispersed, and Otumus finally breathed a sigh of relief. In just ten minutes, he felt that there was indeed a big gap between himself and the previous pope. Although his qualifications were similar, he
His character really needs to be tempered.
He also noticed the young aide who was still staying where he was. When the other person came towards him, he took the initiative and said, "Marshal Ofra must have been waiting for a long time, right?"
"She was waiting for you in the cathedral and refused our arrangement to send her to the lounge."
"In the Huiyao Sect, which advocates purity, the rest room is not much more comfortable than the lobby." The Pope nodded slightly and walked forward, "Let's go to see her together. A war is about to begin. God is already on God's battlefield.
Once the leaders have taken their positions, it’s time for people to take up the human front.”