Chapter 380
Ling Wu is now certain of one thing.
That is, the God of Light cannot see what is happening on the Western Continent.
Of course, this did her no harm whatsoever.
Lingwu summoned Karl.
When Lingwu saw the bandages wrapped around Karl's hand, she did not heal him, but instead asked him to tell her everything that had happened on the Western Continent.
Kneeling on the ground, Karl suppressed his surging emotions and tried his best to remain calm as he spoke:
"The Western Continent worships crows, which we call sacred crows, as they are a symbol of good fortune."
"There are twelve cities in total on the Western Continent. This is Ascaria, the city on the very edge of the Western Continent."
"The other eleven are Orland, Kelstan... and the last one, the Royal City of Saint Louis."
"Rumor has it that no one can enter the royal city of St. Louis anymore."
"Because the Western Continent is a place banished by the gods and a sinful land of the Aolai Continent, the closer a city is to the depths of the Western Continent, the more evil its inhabitants become."
His use of the word "evil" surprised Ling Wu.
Carl kept his head down and continued:
“In fact, my grandmother once told me that there was a problem in the Western Continent hundreds of years ago, but the problem was so small that no one could feel it.”
"Until it completely erupted three years ago."
"As long as they are citizens of the Western Continent, their temperament will become violent, and their anger will easily arise like a spark piercing the void."
"Within a year, the people of the Western Continent declared their complete betrayal of the God of Light, because..."
At this point, Karl's lips curled into a sarcastic smile: "Because He pretends not to hear our prayers, or rather, He doesn't really care about the humankind He created."
“The Western Continent is a place He abandoned, and we are His victims. No, I think we are nothing more than ants.”
"He has never cared about us."
At this point, Carl didn't forget to flatter him: "But Carl understands that you are different!"
“You are willing to appear in this sinful place in person, and you will even bring along the lucky crows and vicious dogs, which are as obedient as rabbits by your side.”
"So Carl thinks you must have come here specifically to save us!"
Ling Wu felt no guilt whatsoever.
She didn't speak, but gave Karl a cold look when he looked up.
Encouraged, Karl flattered Lingwu for about ten minutes before continuing to tell her everything.
He spoke of Ascaria and then of the last royal city, San Luis.
The crow and the Caucasian remained silent throughout, and it was only after Karl revealed everything he knew that they realized this.
He was certain in his heart that Ling Wu loved them, after all, she didn't even show prejudice against vicious dogs and holy crows.
"By the way, the old man in red, cough, the bishop insisted on going to another city half a year ago despite my advice, and I..."
Carl gritted his teeth, "I broke his leg, and he's bedridden, unable to get up."
"But don't worry, he's actually doing quite well. He's like a furious groundhog every day, constantly yelling at me."
Karl didn't dare to look up. He didn't actually say that he was the one who was more troublesome, having stolen the bishop's doll as well.
He couldn't understand why an old man would play with dolls.
Lingwu recalled that the stubborn old man, who was extremely devout to the God of Light, had told her before he left that he would bring her the most beautiful doll when he returned.
However, no order was given to release the bishop.
The bishop's devotion to the God of Light was unwavering, and she would not release any of the God's devout followers to disturb her own.
Like the God of Light, Lingwu conveys her meaning through divine pronouncements.
As it was Karl's first time receiving a divine oracle, his actions were simply unbearable to watch.
It's nothing compared to Munashe.
But Karl himself didn’t realize that when he clearly understood the contents of the oracle, Karl’s face was filled with excitement and fanaticism!
[To preach for the Moon Goddess in twelve cities and develop her followers.]
He then gradually calmed down.
Karl pondered: This must be a test from the Moon Goddess for them, otherwise why wouldn't the Moon Goddess go herself?
She must want to see if the people of the Western Continent are truly worth saving.
Therefore, they must complete the task excellently!
Never lightly pray for the moon goddess's descent!
Only after hearing that he had thought of this did Lingwu slowly speak:
“I will appear when you encounter insurmountable suffering.”
Carl nodded solemnly, feeling his heart pound with excitement!
He could never have imagined that he, Karl, would one day become God's first missionary!
Although he was a two-meter-tall samurai with a thick chest hair.
When everyone saw Karl again, he had changed into a black missionary robe and was holding a blank Bible in his hands.
His strong sense of incongruity made it impossible for anyone to feel the compassion and tenderness that belonged to a missionary.
They could only feel a nightmare-like fear.
In this strange atmosphere, Karl led a group of people away to the second city—Orant City.
His method of proselytizing was to subdue them all by beating them into submission!
As Lingwu is to appear as a deity, she needs to maintain the mystery of a deity, so she does not appear often.
During this time, the worshippers looked at her with increasingly strange eyes.
From initial shock at discovering the truth, to excitement, to confusion, to incomprehension, and finally to some wavering.
"Is Her Majesty Cynthia trying to steal the followers of the God of Light?" The white-bearded cultist simply couldn't believe it.
"Please address the Moon Goddess with reverence! Moreover, the Moon Goddess came to save the Western Continent from darkness. Haven't you seen the suffering humans on the Western Continent? Since the Moon Goddess descended, their faces have been filled with smiles!"
Whitebeard was practically going crazy. "You weren't even in the Western Continent before, how do you know they've been smiling more?"
"Didn't you see them fighting all the time when you first arrived? But now I'm hearing from Lord Sirci that the fighting rate in Ascaria has dropped by eighty percent! All of this is because of the Moon Goddess!"
"Yes...but..."
Whitebeard was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
"No buts, I need to go and fervently praise the moon goddess."
Whitebeard stood rooted to the spot, his eyes glazed over, finally looking up at the heavens: "Great God of Light, could you please answer your devout believer just once, just once..."
Unfortunately, nothing appeared.
He, blocked by the western continent, heard nothing, and even if he had, he would not have responded.
Whitebeard looked away in disappointment and finally turned and left.
He couldn't imagine whether the believers who were suffering on the Western Continent at that time had prayed to Him in the same way he had.
At this moment, in the deepest part of the Western Continent, in the royal city of Saint Louis.
The vast ocean was a clear, deep blue, and countless crows filled the sky.
They flew around without stopping.
Each crow carried a large gemstone in its beak.
Those gems were magnificent and dazzling, sparkling like the ever-bright stars in the night.
They tirelessly set those gems into the magnificent palace.
And then, with countless crows lifting it up, a huge sculpture stood in the very center of the royal city.
If Nora were here, she would be astonished to find—
This sculpture looks exactly like her, Her Majesty Cynthia!
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