Church split

Ronald adjusted his collar nervously, his expression unnatural.

The sunlight shone on the armor, reflecting a brilliant light. The knight wore armor on his head, and his face under the visor was serious. It had been a long time since he last came to Partington, so much so that he felt as if he had been in another world for a long time.

Mason noticed his expression and smiled: "Don't be nervous, Knight, you are my bodyguard today."

"It is my honor, Lord Earl. Perhaps I should call you Lord Duke."

Hearing this, Ronald's heart strangely calmed down. The toughness and fearlessness of a guardian returned to this blond knight. Seeing that he had calmed down, Mason retracted his gaze and said, "It's too early to shout now. Let's wait until the promotion ceremony is over."

After saying this, he stepped out of the teleportation array, followed closely by Ronald, and the dazzling sunlight poured down upon them.

As soon as he walked out of the teleportation array, there were beautiful flowers on both sides of the road. The place had been specially cleaned in advance, and there were not many extra people. The one who came to greet him was the daughter of the Hart family. Mason still remembered that she had once shown her goodwill to Oleus, hoping to get his help. Now, even without relying on others, this lady has grown into an excellent and capable female bloodline.

She smiled at Mason in a friendly manner and said, "Welcome to Partington, Earl Mason. The Noble Association has prepared a place for you to stay. Please follow me. It has not been long since you last came here. I think you should not feel unfamiliar with this place."

"Thank you. I am indeed looking forward to this ceremony."

When he first came to Partinton, he walked hurriedly and no one noticed him. This time, he came to Partinton, and the front of the transmission line was filled with flowers and warm welcome. He was the focus of thousands of people and was the center of attention.

The person standing here was completely different from the first time she came. Shelia secretly looked at the young earl. The man in front of her was about the same age as her, or even a little younger, but he had already become a duke. Her father was right. She still had a lot of room for improvement.

Thinking of this, Shelia withdrew her thoughts and made an invitation to Mason. The latter happily went with her. In half a year, Partington had completely recovered from the previous disaster and was filled with the intoxicating glory of money, desire and hope.

"The Association hasn't held such a high-level investiture ceremony for a long time. Yours should be the first in decades. The current dukes are all hereditary, or simply lost due to lack of heirs."

While chatting with Mason, Shirley took him to the carriage and came to the house that had been prepared in advance. This house is located in the center of Partington. It inherits the taste of the middle nobles who love luxury. The decoration is exquisite and luxurious without losing its charm. Ronald was secretly shocked. I wonder if this house alone is worth several years of taxes in Ronald's town at that time.

Shirleya placed the key in Mason's hand and said with a smile, "This is a gift from the Noble Association. Congratulations on your promotion, Earl."

"Then I'll be welcome."

Mason accepted the gift without hesitation. Even though he had a large territory, he was still short of money. Construction, development, and management all required money. If he hadn't been so embarrassed, he would have even wanted to ask for something more.

Xue Liya didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't realize that the other party's enthusiasm was for money. Seeing that Mason accepted the association's goodwill, the smile on her face became more genuine: "Then I won't disturb your rest. I wish you a good dream, Lord Earl."

She lifted her skirt and bowed gracefully, then turned and left. As the two of them entered the house, a servant came to greet them.

Ronald checked the house and sighed after making sure it was alright. "As expected of an aristocratic association, they are so generous. They actually gave away such an expensive house."

Mason took off his coat and raised his eyebrows: "If you want, I can give you one."

Ronald shook his head: "No, this place is nice, but it's useless to me. I like New Town better."

"My Lord, someone has come to visit you. Do you want to let them in?"

Violet and White came into the house together.

Bai rushed over immediately and checked on Mason's condition. After confirming that he was fine, his tense expression relaxed a little.

He is now an adult. He has sharp features and a handsome appearance. He has a seductive and enchanting beauty, coupled with a pair of eye-catching red snake eyes. He is very likely to attract the attention of some special lovers. However, no one would be so bold as to do such a thing to the actual owner of the Black Forest Tavern.

The woman carefully looked at the furnishings in the room, and after making sure that there was no neglect, she nodded slightly: "The Noble Association's sincerity this time is quite sufficient."

Violet was now extremely radiant. Looking at her, Mason could not help but think of a saying: Rights are the best beauty medicine for women.

Today, she wore a purple glossy silk dress and a black gauze cape, revealing her slender white neck. Her eyes were proud and beautiful. She not only had the gentle temperament of a woman, but also the arrogance of a person in power.

Even so, Violet still respected Mason and bowed slightly: "If you feel uncomfortable living here, the Merchants Guild has prepared a room."

"No need, this is enough. How is the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

"Everything went well. The wandering bloodline that was targeted last time was a spy sent by the Black Mist followers to spread the news of the City of Insects among the mutants. I have already passed the news to the local nobles."

"It's better to ease the situation than to block it. Speed ​​up the spread of the news that the territory is absorbing mutants. Remember to increase the intensity of the review and don't let the Black Mist believers take advantage of you."

"I see."

Violet checked the remaining matters with Mason one by one, and after confirming that everything was correct, her brows relaxed a little. She thought for a moment and couldn't help but remind him, "There will definitely be many people who will come to see you next. The Duke's promotion ceremony is extremely important to you, and the church will never let it go. Be careful."

"Don't worry, it's not time yet. When they really come out of the water, I will break their bones."

"......"

Violet stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You need to learn how to speak harshly. Who else can be as gentle as you when threatening others?"

As she said this, she put down a gift box.

"It's the dress I made for you. There's no better embroidery in Partington than mine. It won't embarrass you."

"Master Mason, I still like to call you that. You have changed a lot compared to before, but I like the changes in you. If you need anything, you can come to the Guild of Profligate Merchants anytime. The master saved me, and without him I would not be able to take revenge. Since he has instructed me to take care of you, you are my little brother, half the master of the Guild, and you cannot be bullied outside."

Mason agreed with a smile, and as it was getting late, the two chatted for a while before saying goodbye and leaving. After them, other people also came to visit.

It was not until the evening that Mason received all the guests. He stretched his back, his eyes became dark, his consciousness kept sinking, and finally he came to the land of stars.

The World Tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, and each leaf is piled with a thick layer of power. From a distance, it looks colorful and extremely beautiful.

But since that game of chess, Mason has not infused the tree with power for a long time. It is not too late to break through in the battlefield, and the most important thing is that he has some concerns about the truth of the world. Before he is sure whether the world tree has hidden dangers, he does not intend to help it grow. Anyway, it only affects two things: the birth of the vest and his own strength.

Needless to say, Mason had no plans to create a new vest recently. As for the latter, Mason was almost too idle. The last time he took action was to deal with the assassins sent by the radical elements of the church. Even Mason himself was not quite sure what his bloodline had mutated into and what level it was now. Others summoned spores, but he summoned the phantom of the world tree. The scene was very exciting at the time, and it completely confirmed the name of the Land of Stars.

The red-haired young man was lying on the roof, turning a deaf ear to Shaken who was calling him to eat below.

The strange moon shone on the earth, casting a fine mist-like glow. Meat-like clouds surrounded it, reflected in the young man's dark golden pupils.

The moon expanded as if it was wriggling. The red-haired young man uttered a click of his tongue, and bloodshot eyes rose as he avoided the illusion. At the same time, scarlet lines faintly appeared on his skin, and then slowly faded away.

The young man sighed and jumped down from the roof.

Shaken, acting as the mother, hurriedly followed up: "My mouth is dry from talking, why don't you say something back to me."

"Hmm? Want to eat? Let's go now."

"...So you didn't listen at all! I was asking if you would like to attend the promotion ceremony of Earl Mason. It's not going to be very stable this time, and your condition is not good, so don't go."

"Go, why not?"

The red-haired young man interrupted him, his tone slightly amused, "I wonder how unstable they can be."

Here it comes again. Here it comes again.

Shaken held his forehead and sighed.

Since Aurelius came back half a year ago, he has been unstable from time to time. He finally managed to stay at home for half a year. He begged those people not to make trouble at this time. If he was killed, he would be scolded again when he came back.

Mason was also helpless about this.

He had thought better of it, but as long as he was controlling Oreius, the murderous intent left in the vest would involuntarily affect his thinking. As a result, the sentence structure and meaning of the words he spoke changed, and even he couldn't control this.

Not only Orelius, the other two vests had also rushed here a long time ago.

The Noble Association began preparing for this event a month ago. With the central building as the center, the square was covered with an expensive and exquisite red carpet. Fruits from the south and strong liquors from the east filled the tables. Flowing banquets were held to accommodate all the guests. The decorations were all handmade by famous artists, extremely delicate and lifelike. Their prices were unimaginably expensive.

Mason arrived late, with only a few days left before the ceremony. Fortunately, Violet had prepared her clothes in advance, so the time was not too tight.

On the day of the ceremony, Mason got up very early.

He wore a white shirt with a star map drawn on it with blue gemstones and silver lines, and it seemed as if the stars were falling when he walked. Violet admired the earl's straight back very much, so she chose straight trousers with a simple belt in the middle to outline a beautiful waistline. The figure between a young man and a teenager was like a tall tree, and when the canine teeth were exposed, it added a touch of cunning.

The outermost layer is covered with a dark blue dress, which is almost black in color and only shines when it reflects light. The cloak is as white as the first snow, symbolizing purity. The snow-white fur is a bit hot for the current weather. Therefore, it is inlaid with a crystal of a monster wing called "Snow Butterfly". This is a disposable item that can only last for seven days. There are also hidden energy channels sewn on the cloak, filled with semi-solid gems, which provide the most suitable temperature 24 hours a day. It can be said to be very luxurious.

Shirleya was the female companion and introducer again. She wore an ice-blue chiffon dress and butterfly pearl necklaces of the same style on her wrists and neck. She looked like she was glowing in the sunlight. When she saw Mason, her eyes lit up and she sighed at his good looks. Then she led Mason to his seat with a smile on her face.

"Please wait here for a moment. The guests have not arrived yet."

This was nothing, but as the sun gradually moved to the top, the smile on Shirleya's face gradually faded. She left her seat at least three times and asked others in a low voice what was going on.

When he was about to ask for the fifth time, the boy said, "Don't ask, just start."

"But..."

Shirleya hesitated for a moment, and after asking several family heads, she nodded in agreement and guided the young man step by step onto the red carpeted steps.

The central building stood in front of him, symbolizing the highest power among humans. A blond nobleman wearing a pure white cloak stood at the door, with a dignified and upright posture, like a spirited lion king. As the current head of the Luo family and the direct superior of the Cross Territory, no one is more suitable to be the knight than Ron.

The blond man watched the new duke walk up to him. He took the golden branch from the waiter beside him, dipped it into the blood on a rusty iron shield, and dotted it on the other's forehead.

Blood dripped down his skin, and it felt as warm as if he had just taken it out. Ron asked solemnly, "Are you willing to bleed for protection?"

“It’s my duty.”

"Are you willing to be loyal to humanity?"

“I will dedicate my life to it.”

"Then, from now on, remember your oath."

The blood turned golden and melted into the young man's forehead. His heart tightened, as if an invisible pen had recorded these words.

S-level pollutants [Words of the Contract], S-level pollutants [Blood of Truth].

When the black fog just began to spread, a knight made a promise with his comrades: If the hometown suffered a disaster, we must go back. When the golden bough blooms again, I will come back again.

Later, the fortress was captured by monsters, and the entire army was wiped out without a single survivor. Only a golden branch, which fed on corpses, bloomed brilliantly in the ruins.

Half a month later, a knight rode in. When the horse reached the golden bough, it died of exhaustion. The shield rolled to the ground, and the blood dyed the fallen golden bough red. The knight returned as promised, and his half-rotten body fell beside the bones of his comrades.

The appearance of [Word of Contract] is a golden branch that never withers. If it is damaged, it will be restored to its original state the next day. [Blood of Sincerity] is a broken shield that keeps bleeding. When the shield is full, the blood stops flowing. When the two are combined, anyone who is touched by the golden branch covered in blood will be bound by their words.

Ron put the golden branch back into the waiter's hands. Next, the church would give him a crown, a symbol of power and responsibility. Ron whispered, "Do you need me to put it on for you?"

Until this moment, there were still many empty seats in the square. The ceremony was just halfway through when there was some noise at the entrance. The messengers who had just returned stood at the door, looking at each other and not daring to come in. Before others could deal with it, Mason spoke first. The sound passed through the entire square and reached their ears.

"Just tell me what you have to say, no need to avoid others."

The messengers hesitated for a moment and spoke with some embarrassment.

"The Church refuses to preside over the promotion of Lord Mason Cross."

"Northern nobleman Coker Stan refuses to attend the promotion ceremony of Count Mason Cross."

"Northern noble Commons Dillon refuses to attend the promotion ceremony of Earl Mason Cross."

"Southern noble Joseph Angelina refuses to attend the promotion ceremony of Count Mason Cross."

"Eastern nobleman Houston Tracy refuses to attend the promotion ceremony of Count Mason Cross."

"......"

Names came up one after another, covering the southeast, northwest, and even some central nobles, all of whom were friendly with the church or secretly had conflicts with Mason's territory. The church was the leader. The earl's promotion ceremony only required the conferment of the title by the superior, but the duke level required certification from both the church and the noble association to represent the recognition of the two giants.

The crowd in the audience roared loudly. This was a rather unpresentable move, and it could also be said to be a formal declaration of war.

After half a year, is the church going to make another big move?

What is even more curious is how the new Duke will deal with it. If he loses to the church here, it will undoubtedly be recorded in the history.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the flax-haired noble took action.

He declined Ron's help, took a step forward, picked up the golden crown, and put it on himself. The snow-white fur cape fell to the ground, adorned with a bright red ribbon. The young Duke turned around, his eyes as sharp as a tall eagle.

The noise had no effect on him. He spoke, and his calm voice spread across the square.

This promotion is destined to be full of twists and turns.

"I am honored to stand here and accept the title of Duke. It is a pity that the church and several colleagues are unwilling to attend my promotion ceremony, but this does not affect what I am going to say next."

"I have always been thinking about one thing. I knew how terrible the black mist was even before I became a bloodline. I was once tormented by the pain and tossed around in the hospital bed. And now, more people are being threatened by the black mist."

"How can we get out of the Black Mist Era? The answer is tragic. With human beings' current capabilities, we simply cannot break through the mist and win. We have paid too many sacrifices, but have not received corresponding rewards; we are walking on a bloody road, but we can't see hope. The previous speaker chose to join the Black Mist and build a city for mutants. But what happened after that?"

"The mutants will become monsters, and humans will struggle in the black fog until they are completely destroyed, until they lose their own names, until they become part of the monsters."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, powerfully and solidly like a rock.

"——So I have been wondering, how can we stand firm in this world?"

“We are human.”

"We are human because we have wisdom and good and evil. We are human because we can fight and unite. Now, humanity has reached a critical moment of life and death. I call on everyone to unite, reject division, reject differences, and reject threats. Only unity can enable us to defeat the dark fog, and only by never giving up can we have hope."

"Many people think that I have a grudge against the church. Here, I must say that I actually admire the church very much. I have to admit that the church provided us with shelter in the past. It can even be said that if there were no church, mankind would have been swallowed up by the black mist long ago. But this is far from enough. I don't know since when, the purification technology has become the privilege of the church. All bloodlines with purification abilities must belong to the church. Otherwise, they will be given unlimited blows. Humanity is trapped, trapped by our faith."

"People with faith are worthy of respect. You can light the flames of ideals and ideas in the darkness. But I will never allow you to suppress dissidents and control power in this way. This is why I refuse to allow the church to enter my territory."

Faith manipulated by men is a poison.

Mason knows this better than anyone else. He can rely on Canaan to stir up trouble and establish a religious empire. Therefore, he knows better what it means for the church to master the double-edged sword of religion. In order to consolidate its power, the church will never allow the large-scale spread of purification methods, and this is also the last thing Mason is likely to compromise on.

"The ability to be purified is a right that everyone should have, not the private property of the church. It should belong to everyone, which is why the Mechanical City studies pollution purification machinery. I hope that everyone living in the Black Mist Age can master the method of purification and protect themselves in the first place when they face pollution, rather than trying every possible way and accumulating labor to ask the church for help. I hope that the cursed people lying on the hospital bed can wake up instead of gradually dying. I hope that one day pollution will be like a trivial disease to us, which can be easily eliminated without having to offer anything to the church. The premise for this is that the church will give up power. If they are willing to give up the exclusive right to purification for the future of mankind, then I am willing to be friends with them forever. On the contrary, the church will always be my enemy."

Some things cannot be negotiated, they must be fought for.

If the church's suppression is based on strength and power, then Mason's words are tantamount to a declaration of war.

The audience cheered loudly, and some nobles even stood up and stared at the bold young duke.

What is he doing? Doesn't he know the church is watching?

The other person stood on a high platform, his figure dissolved in the light, and from a distance he looked like a bright shadow.

Meanwhile, far to the north.

The Duke's ascension ceremony was shown simultaneously to the priests with no-delay camera work, which made them very angry.

"How dare he!?"

"This is a provocation to the Church and to my Lord!"

"If there is a civil war, he will be the culprit that caused it!"

The blatant declaration of war was tantamount to pulling out the whiskers of a tiger. Even if the church took into account the other party's divine grace, it still bared its fangs.

Orders were quickly passed down. The church first announced that Mason Cross and all members of his faction were enemies of the church, refused to grant him the title of Duke, and demanded to verify whether he was a spy sent by the Black Mist believers.

Before the promotion speech was over, the Bishop of Partington came to the square. He stared at Mason with an icy look on his face. The young Duke smiled slightly, but his tone remained calm.

"The church is too busy to attend my promotion. Thank you for coming here temporarily."

"Mason Cross, don't go too far. The church has been very tolerant of you. Don't despise the grace of our Lord!"

Even some nobles have expressed their dissent. They reject the church, but they cannot leave it. If they really anger the church and are rejected by the Lord of All Things, what should these nobles do?

The young duke looked at them indifferently: "Is this contempt?"

"You say God loves the world, but you use this as a tool to gain power. If the church really carried out God's will, how could it reject the research of the Mechanical City? In the final analysis, you just want to hold power in your hands."

The bishop was so angry that his beard was shaking. "How dare you say that!? Bishop Wesley went to the western front in person to save civilians, and he never took a step back even though his flesh and blood were charred. Bishop Reginald sacrificed his life to purify the pollution, just to communicate with our Lord to send down a miracle and save those polluted people. Even though the previous Holy Son was killed by the Lord of Black Mist, he never asked for mercy from beginning to end. The previous Pope even blocked the invasion of monsters with his own body to continue the future of mankind! From ancient times to the present, the church has never retreated. Wherever there is pollution, there must be the church. The reason why we have a lofty status is that countless people voluntarily worship our Lord. They were saved by our Lord, how dare you insult their sacrifice with the power of the secular world?"

"If we talk about rebellion, you are the real rebel. I suspect that you have communicated with the Black Mist and will do whatever it takes to overthrow the Church. If people like you are qualified to become a Duke, what future does mankind have! The Noble Association only sees the benefits, but not the problems behind it. The Church's purification method is not achieved overnight. It is the most stable method obtained through generations of sacrifice and exploration of the Black Mist. Now that you change your mind, do you know how many people will die for this!?"

"Mason Cross, if you still have a conscience, you should commit suicide right here and apologize to these victims!"

"I don't know when the church became so powerful that it could easily make a duke its mortal enemy."

A slightly lazy female voice came from above, interrupting the bishop's excited words. The latter looked extremely unhappy. The humming sound of the turbines was getting closer and closer, and finally turned into a dark cloud covering the top of the head.

A983 combat machine produced by the Mechanical City, famous for its compact and powerful appearance and point-to-point precision firepower. The price is 2,000 rubles each.

Now, these small machines, only as long as an adult's arm, were crowded together, surrounding the only large fighter in the center. The windproof roof was opened, revealing a calm face.

The bishop stared at her intently. "What are you doing here, you from the Mechanical City?"

"Why? The church can come, but I can't?"

Partington was equipped with weapons to fight against flying machines, but they were useless against the newcomers. She looked down at everyone from above, her black eyes like a deep pool, forming a sharp contrast with the hot machines behind her that were sizzling with sparks.

Windbreaker, pink and purple ponytail, shirt, and long boots. They all formed an image that the church hated. This woman named Mechanic was not a member of the Mechanical City, but everyone knew how much she had contributed to the Mechanical City, and she also worked hard on the research of pollution purification machinery.

The woman said, "Not only did I come, I also brought someone with me."

As soon as the words fell, a light figure landed not far away, with the hem of her skirt fluttering like a wave of the sea, presenting a translucent texture like a jellyfish. She, Gloria, still looked like a ten-year-old girl, and she would never grow up. She thanked politely: "Thank you, mechanic sister."

The bishop stared at her sharply and sneered, "Border Ghost, it seems that you are all the same kind of people."

Sensing the malice, the black-robed doll in her arms let out a creepy laugh, and the sticky malice almost solidified. If you were to say which vest has made the most progress during this period, it would undoubtedly be Gloria.

She absorbed a lot of evil thoughts, which more than doubled the strength of the profiteer doll. The most obvious improvement was the initiative to fight the enemy. The girl stroked the doll's head with her ruby-like eyes.

"Don't say that, Mr. Bishop. Dad will be unhappy." Looking at the bishop's phantom, the girl said seriously, "Don't bully Brother Mason, Mr. Bishop."

"Why bother talking so much? They won't listen anyway."

The red-haired young man interrupted lazily, and Shaken regretted not covering his mouth. Looking at the eyes that were looking at him, the blond noble laughed dryly, but he didn't say anything about Aurelius. The latter took the opportunity to withdraw from the crowd and stood with the others. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a strong sense of playfulness, silently expressing the meaning of the Luo family and the noble association.

"Good, good." The bishop said "good" three times in a row, his expression cold. "So you are determined to fight the church to the end."

"It is the church that will fight against the overall situation to the end."

The red-haired young man corrected him, his tone full of confusion: "You clearly know the problems of the church, why do you still insist on resisting?"

"I know nothing!"

"I have great respect for these people, and no one should forget the sacrifices of heroes. But Your Excellency, times have changed. No matter what achievements have been made, as long as they become a stone in the way forward, they will become obstacles. I admit that the church has made many achievements, but is everything you are doing now really in line with God's ideas?"

Mason took a step forward, his momentum no less than the bishop's. He threw his hands on the ground with a loud noise, showing no fear. The vests representing the three major forces stood behind him, and the church

"If you insist, let's leave it to the gods to decide."

"Just what I want!"

The bishop raised his hands and said excitedly: "My Lord! Please judge this ungodly fellow!"

A soft white light shone from his body, and a visible thread of faith connected to the sky, conveying his wishes to the ears of the gods above the sky. As soon as he finished speaking, a column of pure white light descended from the sky, covering the entire square. The nobles were all shocked, and they did not expect that the new god would actually end up like this. The bishop stared at Mason closely.

The young Duke was like a thorn in his eye, making him unable to sleep or eat, and he had to get rid of it!

This thought was then transmitted to the sky. The silver-haired god stretched out his hand and fiddled with those illusory threads. The thread of faith entangled his slender fingers and was then grasped in his palm.

The bishop's hopes reached His ears, mixed with many other chaotic wishes, and disappeared in an instant.

Thousands of people believe in it, praise it, and offer sacrifices day and night.

And the complex and changeable human heart underneath, the ambition and selfishness of wanting to always be at the pinnacle of power.

He listens to these voices day and night, absorbs ugliness and evil, and then feeds back pure energy to his believers, just like a tireless silkworm.

While enduring the pain of hatching the evil god, he also fulfilled his duties as a new god. The god had already made up his mind about this.

The cold voice was transmitted to the ears of every believer through the thread of faith. All the believers stood there in a daze, almost thinking that they were hallucinating.

"Humans have faith, but they don't need gods. You just need to respect yourself."

"If the church imprisons the human spirit of exploration, then from today on, there will be no God in the world."

These few words were very concise, but they left the believers speechless.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could my God abandon me!? This must be pollution, yes, I am polluted, hahahaha... I am polluted!"

"Humanity is going extinct! The gods will no longer protect us! We must have angered the gods. We are the ones who pissed them off!"

Many devout believers committed suicide on the spot, preferring death to believing in this divine will. Some believers cried and screamed, going completely crazy. Some believers could not accept the reality and cursed the false gods to return their gods.

The silver-haired new god listened indifferently to the curses and resentment, and withdrew his power bit by bit.

The first places to be weakened were places with schools, and the pressure on the androids to purify the pollution increased dramatically. Fortunately, Mason had already made preparations, and the androids handled these situations in an orderly manner as the schools were filled.

The surviving believers saw this and found an excuse for themselves: "They must have offended the gods, so the gods are taking back their power. We are devout believers, and the gods are still protecting us."

Even the church thinks so. They hold on to a tiny glimmer of hope and dare not face any possibility.

Just when the believers were about to accept this idea, a calm voice sounded in their hearts.

Cold and indifferent, it strangled all hope.

"No. I am not taking back my power because there is no pollution purification equipment where you are. Once it is installed, I will take back my power. If you only pray to God to save you, then flee to other areas."

Good news: The God of faith answered their questions personally.

Bad news: The answer is to destroy the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

If we don’t mention this incident, how many believers were mentally broken and chose to commit suicide, and how many believers went crazy.

At the critical moment of the church's survival, the god of faith actually issued a decree to sever the church's foundation.

The bishop standing in the square had trembling hands, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell backwards.