"Come with me." Xia Pu appeared in front of Wu Yu and led him away before the crowd could cause a commotion.

Sharp still dragged those heavy chains, his clothes unchanged, and he had a sinister look. It seemed that his position had not changed, but the target he used to have to monitor had become the Pope. It was unknown what he was doing now.

But Wu Yu wasn't there to reminisce; he stated his purpose directly: "I want to see the former Pope."

Sharp glanced at Wu Yu, seemingly unaware of how unreasonable his request was, and calmly said, like an emotionless tool, "Come with me."

Sharp led Wu Yu to a confessional, a place for believers to pour out their troubles and mistakes. But at this moment, an old man with white hair was sitting inside. His eyes had two dark and terrifying hollows, but in front of him was a thick religious book. He would occasionally turn the pages of it, as if he was reading the contents carefully.

"Was the descent of the God of Light orchestrated by your church?" Wu Yu didn't bother asking about anything else; he was just there to confirm one piece of information.

“It is all God’s will,” the old man replied, his expression one of utmost piety.

Finally, some good news arrived: the church is not a subordinate organization of the Outer Gods Alliance. Although the Outer Gods Alliance can interfere with the church's decisions through the help of the true god, as long as the entire population does not defect to the enemy, the situation is not as bad as it could get.

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are religious. If Philliss can manipulate these churches at will, then Wu Yu will be an enemy of the entire nation. Just thinking about it is enough to make one despair.

"Do you regret what you did?" This time, it wasn't about asking for information; it was purely out of Wu Yu's curiosity.

"Serving God is my greatest honor, but I will also bear the consequences of this sin." The former pope had long been aware of this.

"Faith? It really is something I can't understand." Wu Yu sighed, then tiptoed out of the confessional.