The holy white eyes fixedly looked at the heretical judge [Holy Inquisitor] Jorgson who drew his sword and pointed at him, and then glanced at the different looks of the other archbishops. A trace of pity appeared on the face of Saint Mecia III.
It flashed up, and then all turned into indifference.
“Everything I do shall endure forever; nothing may be added to it, nothing shall be taken away from it.”
"The blasphemous person is not me, but you!"
As he spoke, the young pope turned around, facing away from the furious Jorgson, loosened the scepter that symbolized the pope, and then stretched his hand directly towards the pure Holy Grail filled with light on the altar.
"Enough! That's enough! Blasphemous heresy!"
Seeing that the Pope was stubborn, [Holy Judgment] Yorgerson stabbed him directly with his sword. The terrifying power of rules lingered on the sword, and it seemed that he had established some kind of fate with the Pope, like the Holy Spirit that penetrated the devil in myths and legends.
Like a sword.
This shocking scene also appeared in front of countless people watching the ceremony. Many believers were shocked. Their originally pious prayers could not help but stop, and the wave of continuing power of faith suddenly subsided.
Faced with Jorgson's attack, the Pope did nothing and allowed it to be stabbed on his vest.
"bite--"
However, what everyone did not expect was that when the sword edge and the Pope's body touched each other, they made an extremely clear sound, like an angel's holy bell.
At the same time, the thorn sword in Jorgson's hand seemed to have suffered some kind of divine punishment. Pieces from the tip to the blade were broken, shattered, and turned into tiny bits of crystal metal dust.
"What?!"
All the archbishops who took action were stunned. [Holy Judge] Jorgson didn't hold back just now. The Pope's strength has actually become so strong?
On the other side, the Pope did not pay attention to the actions of the bishops. He just picked up the Holy Grail on the altar and then turned around again, facing the many archbishops who were either shocked or angry, or contemplative, and also faced the many archbishops who were looking at this.
A scene of countless believers.
"Today, in the name of glory, and in the name of origin, I recreate the world!"
As he spoke, the Pope raised the golden Holy Grail high, and then tilted it forward. The bright and pure light flowed out of the cup, along the Pope's arms, and gradually overflowed all over his body.
At the same time, the entire First Holy Glory Church seemed to echo it, emitting a soft and holy light.
"That's enough! Stop him now!"
Seeing this, Jorgson was even more frightened and furious, and couldn't help but shout loudly while attacking. [The Divinely Favored One] Candia and [Crown of Thorns] Mark also focused their gazes, and their respective attacks hit the Pope in unison,
Be sure to prevent the other party from further blasphemous acts.
Many other bishops also took action, throwing various holy light binding spells directly at the Pope, preparing to cooperate with the three bishops to capture him.
However, in response to all these attacks, Saint Mexia III still made no move, only a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, when all the spells and attacks touched the body of the young pope, a sudden change occurred.
All those who attacked the Pope were horrified to find that their attacks, which had been directed like arms, suddenly froze, and then disappeared naturally, like water droplets melting into the sea.
At the same time, the sacred power in their bodies sent back a sense of trembling and surrender as if they had touched the source, and they could not even mobilize it again, as if what they had just attacked was not the Pope, but the god himself!
This discovery directly caused many bishops to fall into a state of collapse of faith, and many bishops' bodies directly turned into light points and shattered, completely perishing.
"You...what did you do?"
The body was also turning into light spots uncontrollably and constantly floating away. [Holy Inquisition] Jorgson looked at the Pope blankly, unable to believe his own feelings. "I have told you before that I am not the one who blasphemed God.
, but you.”
Looking at Jorgson's body with compassion, the Pope sighed softly.
In the First Holy Glory Church, where the endless power of faith gathers, the huge pan-consciousness body in the light crystal is transforming into a true god.
However, because it has no self-will, with the blessing of the power of its sons and the guidance of hundreds of millions of believers, it is easy to focus the target of this incredible power of faith on the Pope himself, that is, he is a single person.
On the individual body.
This is the final [Holy Spirit] ceremony, and it is also the ceremony where he officially becomes a god.
When the ceremony began, he was already on the path of the gods and had mastered the source of all divine power.
Attacking him now, for the priests who use divine power, is equivalent to directly attacking the gods they believe in.
"Have no need to be afraid, my son. I do this so that people may have fear before me."
Turning his eyes back to the hundreds of millions of believers watching the ceremony, the pope's voice echoed, bringing with it a strange soothing power, which gradually calmed down the panic of everyone at this unexpected scene.
"Anyone who believes in Me in his heart will surely receive unparalleled glory."
A light and holy light shines from the Pope's body, like a layer of sacred robes.
"You are one and ten thousand..."
In the St. Mexia Empire, outside of countless large and small Holy Glory churches, looking at the holy appearance of the Pope, low prayers echoed from the crowd of believers at some point, and gradually gathered into a sea.
The ocean of faith, which is larger and more pure and fanatical than before, has arrived again!
.
….….
The Eternal Night Icefield, the Nameless Snow Peak, and the Bank of the Stone Tower of Destiny.
In the snowy wind at night, Anvis was wearing a pure white dress, sitting alone on the snowy cold rock, looking up at the seemingly low and dilapidated stone tower in front of him.
An oversized pigeon squatted next to him, its red eyes staring at the stone tower in a similar manner.
The cold mountain wind swept past, blowing the corners of Anvis's clothes.
At this moment, all the archbishops gathered in the Holy City. Although there were other clergymen guarding the place, they were of no use to Anvis.
"I initially thought that the High Elf Prophet meant for me to end Yunivar's Dream Ceremony, return to the original world rules, and compete with the Holy Land of the Saint Mecia Empire.
The new sacred rules and the original rules of how the world works.
Use the destructive rule ripples produced by the collision of two different rules to annihilate those dark existences that have been sealed for countless millions of years and are extremely weak."
Looking at the Destiny Stone Tower in front of him, Anvis spoke in a low voice, his voice blending into the night wind, as if he was talking to pigeons or talking to himself.
"But when I got here, sitting under this stone tower, something suddenly occurred to me."
As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the ancient stone tower in front of him and the ever-changing green aurora above the stone tower.
"Look, does the shape of this stone tower look like a lighthouse?" (End of Chapter)