Chapter 347 The Storm Lord Church's Plan

Three days passed in a flash. Clown didn't need to think about so many problems. He used his free time to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

After persisting for so many years, studying hard when I have nothing to do has become a habit, almost an instinct.

Flanders also happily came over every day to meditate together. In his words, even the smallest progress would add up to great gains.

“Boom, boom!”

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by Del's words: "Your Excellencies, the airship is ready to land."

When the cycle was over, Crown stopped visualizing and summoned a wall of gold.

[Golden Light Mantra: 155270/300000; Level 4]

During the flight, he spent most of his time in visualization. Even if he did not practice Breath of Fire Dragon to improve his efficiency, his proficiency increased more every day than usual.

Flanders also finished his visualization and said contentedly, "Visualizing with you is a wonderful enjoyment. I gain new insights every time."

When he visualized on his own, he could not achieve the current efficiency, which could be clearly seen from the speed at which he obtained Sunfire Liquid and Moon Dew.

The Archbishop had also secretly compared visualization and church meditation, and discovered that visualization was more effective in cultivating silver blood.

From then on, he shifted more of his energy to visualizing the Golden Light Mantra.

You are so lucky, Clown curled his lips secretly, now the Dao Seed holders all treat him as an experience bag.

If he could not make more profit through the Golden Light Dao Seed, he would not be willing to share the Dao Seed.

Apart from anything else, the extra proficiency he gained through the Dao Seeds every day already exceeded the gains from his own hard work in visualization.

When other people practiced secret techniques, the higher their level, the slower their progress became. But he was actually getting faster and faster now. This secret joy of his could not be told to outsiders.

After a moment of turbulence, the airship landed steadily in the parking lot.

Flanders observed the situation outside through the window and said:

"The Vatican's carriage is already waiting outside. Let's go. I wonder how many of those old friends have arrived by now."

He turned his head, with envy in his tone:

"You are now the strongest person in the church. How do you feel about this?"

Crown thought about it seriously for a moment and shook his head gently: "I don't feel anything special."

Flanders bared his teeth in hatred:

"If I achieve a fifth-level transcendent, I will definitely treat all my relatives and friends to a banquet, and then return to the Kingdom of Budamia in glory."

If you don't return home when you are rich and powerful, it is like walking in fine clothes at night.

Clown laughed, and there was a hint of loneliness in his smile:

“I only have one relative left, but as I become stronger, I can feel the distance between me and my sister.

I don’t have many friends, only you and a few others, Nick.

Zak Town is my hometown, but I don’t miss it much now. All the people I used to know are gone.”

Flanders sighed softly. He thought of his old friend's tragic death and lost interest in talking. The two of them walked out of the airship in silence.

Theo was already waiting outside the airship. He bowed and said with a friendly smile:

"Your Excellencies, thank you for your hard work. Please get on the carriage. His Holiness the Pope asked me to wait here. He wants to see you as soon as possible."

"Lead the way," Flanders was not surprised that Theo was waiting here. He knew that the person the Pope really wanted to see was Crown, and that was why the other party would not summon him alone.

With the revival of the evil god, the birth of the first fifth-order transcendent on the continent is of great significance.

For the Church of the Lord of Fire, a top-level strongman may be able to lead the church to greater glory.

Osman stood with his back to the light. He was wearing a moon-white papal robe, holding a scepter with a ruby ​​on the top in his hand, and his face was solemn.

Theo knocked gently on the open door and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Lord Crown and Lord Fland are already waiting in the reception room."

Recently, he found that the Pope's temper became more and more strange, and he would often lose his temper over trivial matters. Now he was very cautious when speaking to the Pope.

"Well, I understand." The Pope turned around and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go. This time, let me take a good look at the first fifth-order extraordinary person on the continent."

Theo quickly opened the door completely and followed the Pope who came out in small steps.

In the reception room, Crown sat upright on a red velvet high-back chair inlaid with silver. He looked at the person pacing back and forth in front of him and said with a smile, "Archbishop, you are not behaving normally today."

Flanders frowned. "The meeting of cardinals is about to be held. St. Peter's Basilica is actually repairing the magic circle. They also said it was the Pope's decision. I feel it's a bit weird."

This is not a good time to do any work that will affect your image.

"Whatever. We're only here for a few days. We'll leave after the meeting. What does the environment here have to do with us?!"

"This is St. Peter's Basilica. The Kingdom of the Lord of Fire will descend over this city in the future. How can the magic array here be moved at will? I must protest at the Cardinals' Conference and urge the Pope to stop this stupid decision."

Clown immediately sat up straight and asked, "Will the changes in the church's magic array affect the coming of the kingdom of God?"

If there is such a hidden danger, the Pope's operation is intriguing. He has been a high-level extraordinary person in the church for too short a time, and many secrets are unknown to him.

Because there are too many things that have never been recorded in writing, but only passed on orally in the church.

"There will be some impact, but it won't be big. St. Peter's Basilica is a relatively key anchor point, but without it, the speed at which the Kingdom of God locates its presence in the world will be slowed down by a few days at most."

Hearing this answer, Crown relaxed: "That's fine, let the Pope do whatever he wants."

As long as the matter did not have a decisive impact, he would not worry about changing the magic circle or even the church.

His main purpose in attending the meeting was to review confidential information and obtain information on how to advance beyond the sixth level.

With the help of the golden wall, advancing to the sixth level is a natural thing, just like water flowing to the lower place.

But he had heard from Purinton that there were other hidden conditions for advancing from the silver level to the stigma gold level.

At this time, Osman walked in from outside the door, lowering his head slightly:

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. May the light of the Lord of Fire illuminate our way forward."

Flanders turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly after seeing the other person's attire.

The Pope was wearing a holy robe, which blocked all auras. This garment was made of special materials, with the flexibility of cloth but the defense of armor.

Klauen stood up, and the two men returned the greeting: "May the light of the Lord of Fire illuminate our way forward."

Osman waved his hand, signaling Theo to leave first. The waiter understood, turned around and left, closing the door of the reception room.

“The last time we met, Your Excellency Klauen’s aura had barely advanced to the silver level, but when we met again, it had already advanced to the fifth level. I am very curious about Your Excellency’s bloodline.

Advancing from the fourth level to the fifth level in less than a year, I'm afraid even gods couldn't do it in the past.

I will vote at the meeting and nominate you to become the Cardinal. The future of the church will be in your hands."

Crown bared his teeth, he felt a big pancake flying towards him.

According to the church's constitution, he must first serve as a cardinal for ten years, and then compete with other candidates before becoming pope.

The tone of the current Pope sounded as if he would definitely become the Pope under the other party's arrangement.

Having eaten too much pancakes in his previous life, he is no longer sensitive to such words.

"Your Majesty, I have a hard time managing the church affairs of a small city. If I were to become a cardinal, I'm afraid it would bring shame to the church."

"With a few more years of training, you will naturally be qualified for this position, and leadership skills can be slowly developed."

Clown shook his head. "I have no interest in this. Being a bishop is fine."

Osman stared into his eyes, as if trying to see through his soul.

After a few seconds, the Pope turned around and said, "Archbishop Flanders, I want to talk to His Excellency Crown alone. Theo will take you to the guest room to rest."

"Goodbye," Flanders nodded implicitly to Crown and left the reception room.

The Pope walked to the chair and sat down, smiling:

"Sit down, let's talk slowly, this is a long story."

Don't try to fool me into thinking you are some Cardinal Crown sat down obediently, pretending to be all ears.

Osman looked at his movements and laughed:

"You seem to be wary of me?"

"I just don't want to be a cardinal, do whatever I want in any position, I don't want to have too much responsibility."

Crown said it sincerely, he just wanted to be a leisurely bishop.

Maybe if he pushes all his skills to the peak, he will develop the desire to control power, but now, he just wants to do less and gain more experience.

“The world situation will push you forward.”

After the Pope said something unclear, he continued, "There is a secret that you definitely don't know. The red moon's shining will accelerate the awakening of the sleeping evil god. The danger we face this time is even more difficult than the last holy war.

If you become the Pope, you will gain more resources and have a brighter future, and the world will also avoid falling into the abyss of darkness because of you . Through the mist of time, I see that you have a golden future.

When you stand in the center of thousands of people and feel the overwhelming glory, you will definitely be glad to be the Pope."

"Do you know how much of a charlatan you are now? Fortunately, my demand for resources is very low, and your pie is not very tempting, otherwise I would really be fooled by you."

Clown complained silently in his heart. In his previous life, the internal relationships of a large company would always be complicated, and such a large church of gods would be even more difficult to manage.

For him, there are not many advantages to becoming the Pope, but there are definitely many disadvantages.

Using one's own strength to pressure others will only cause the church's efficiency to continue to decline.

He stated his attitude directly and firmly: "Your Majesty, I am sorry to disappoint you. For the Church, it is really not the best choice for me to become the Pope."

"Please think about it carefully. I will still nominate you to be a cardinal," the Pope's tone turned cold.

You can also force a promotion. Clown wanted to cover his face. Why didn't he encounter such a good thing in his previous life? Seeing that the Pope had no interest in talking, he said:

"Your Majesty, I would like to look up the knowledge on how to advance to the next level as a sixth-order transcendent."

The last time he came to the Vatican, he browsed through the catalog of the library. Knowledge above the silver level was very scarce, and the sixth level was nowhere to be found.

He did not think that the church did not include such knowledge, but only that this knowledge was stored somewhere in the church and was not open to him.

"Haha," the Pope laughed with an ambiguous tone, "I was also curious and wanted to read this kind of knowledge."

"Later I learned that it was too late to worry about so much. Come on, I'll take you to see the church's most secret library."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The two left the reception room, walked through the corridor, passed through the archway, and entered the underground sanctuary of the church.

Walking down the torch-filled passage, the two soon arrived at the bottom of the sanctuary.

Osman opened a room in the sanctuary and Crown walked into it. There was a high dome inside, but it was unusually empty. There was not a single bookshelf, only some metal nameplates and labels hanging on the walls.

On the label, the title of the book and the requirements for obtaining it are written.

"All the secret knowledge accumulated by the church is here. There is no limit to borrowing it, as long as you have the ability."

Osman walked to a label and put his hand under it. The originally smooth stone wall emitted a red light, and then a drawer moved out.

The Pope picked up the book and raised it: "The array here can distinguish the strength of your soul. You can borrow books of the level you have reached.

The knowledge at the level of Level 6 is in that wall. If you can borrow it, please let me see it.

I'll say this in advance: the magic circle here is connected to the sanctuary, and it cannot be destroyed by violence. If your attack reaches the limit of the magic circle, the books here will be automatically destroyed."

After listening to his words, Crown walked straight to the innermost wall, which was the location of the sixth level of knowledge mentioned by the Pope.

After taking a quick glance, he stopped in front of the title of the book "Soul Ascension: The Ladder to Godhood".

He imitated the other person and touched his hand next to the label. Suddenly, the magic circle was activated and he felt an inexplicable aura flash through his body.

'Insufficient authority. The borrower's soul strength is detected to be level five. Please continue to work hard!'

A beautiful and pleasant female voice echoed in the empty hall, and then Osman laughed loudly: "Haha. This is the magic circle blueprint left by the gods. This voice came from a wisp of soul fragment of a powerful heroic priest who is responsible for scheduling the operation of the magic circle.

It is said that everyone who enters here for the first time will do the same thing as you, but I still can't help laughing when I hear the words "keep trying."

Crown was embarrassed. Does this count as being despised by the artificial intelligence? !

"Young man, don't aim too high!"

Osman left with his hands behind his back, "Look around as you please. If you want to leave the sanctuary, just use your badge."

As the Pope left, the door of the library slowly closed.

Klauen's embarrassment had disappeared. He found the fifth-level secret method of fire breath and placed his hand on the magic circle.

This secret method probably won't bring him any help, but it can broaden his horizons.

At this time, Osman was standing in the passage, the torch cast his shadow on the wall, a group of tentacle-like things stretched out from the shadow, and then waved wildly, and his face began to melt like a wax figure under heat.

He raised his head, squinted his eyes and felt the breath at the tip of his nose, intoxicated in his heart:

"What a pure delicacy! You are destined to merge with me. Let us be great together."

In the guest room, bright lights dispel the darkness of the night, leaving shadows in the corners.

Flanders poured a glass of gin, and the liquor created layers of changing circles of light in the transparent glass.

He took a sip of wine, squinting his eyes slightly as he savored the taste:

“The gin in Blaye is the best on the continent, and the gin served in St. Peter’s Cathedral is the best of the best. It has a mellow taste and a long aftertaste. You must not miss it.”

Clown took a deep breath, determined the strength of the alcohol, and shook his head, "I have no interest in strong alcohol."

In his previous life, he had painful memories of being injured by drinking strong liquor, to the point where just smelling the alcohol would make his stomach churn. Later, he only drank pineapple beer.

"You've missed a lot of wonderful things," Flanders put down his glass and said, "Osman's behavior today is very abnormal. The Pope's robe is usually worn during major celebrations. It has the function of isolating and detecting. I always feel that he is hiding something."

The holy robe blocks out the aura, and no one can sense the light of the Pope's soul.

He paused for two seconds and then continued:

"What does the Pope want to talk to you about? Can you tell me?"

Crown nodded and said, "We didn't talk for long. He kept trying to persuade me to become the Pope, but I certainly wouldn't agree.

Later, I went to the library in the sanctuary and read through the fourth and fifth level knowledge, and gained a little bit. "

[Monster Scholar: 296/8000; Level 4] (You know the habits of most high-level monsters and understand the value of monster flesh and bones. Your diet has expanded!)

[Hermes: 2054/8000; Level 3] (This language has always been known as the language closest to Dragon Language. You can feel the flow of energy when reciting it.) These two knowledge skills increased his proficiency by more than 3,000 points in total, which was his biggest gain today.

Flanders sighed sourly and said, “Indeed, with the power of your bloodline, the greatest benefit of becoming the Pope has lost its appeal.

Such a good opportunity is insignificant in your eyes, making those vying for the position of Pope envious. "

Clown spread his hands and said, "If you are interested in competing for the position of Pope, you can give it a try.

You have been a cardinal long enough and have enough prestige to become pope in my opinion."

"If I had such an opportunity before I got the Golden Light Dao Seed, I would have tried my best to grab it. Now, the position of Pope is not so attractive."

Becoming the Pope can allow him to use more resources to advance on the extraordinary path, but the Golden Light Spell can also play the same role. Therefore, Flanders is less covetous of the position of Pope.

The Stormspire, Kingdom of the Hinterlands.

This is the Holy See of the Church of the Lord of Storms, and the conference hall is bustling with noise at the moment.

Since the fall of the port of Xinsalo, the situation in the kingdom immediately began to become turbulent, and more and more mutant marine creatures set foot on this land.

Now, the church holds a meeting to discuss and decide on a course of action.

Pope Andre Williams picked up the scepter and shook it heavily on the ground, saying solemnly: "Silence!"

His voice was as powerful and passionate as thunder on a rainy day, immediately suppressing all the discussions.

"You are all powerful people at the level of cardinals. If you make such a noise, people will laugh at you if it gets out!"

“The situation in the kingdom is turbulent right now, and we need to come up with a feasible plan to deal with it.

The messengers sent to other churches have returned one after another, and our request still has not received the attention it deserves. Although other churches have agreed to send troops to support them, the number of troops will not play a big role in the current situation. "

“Your Majesty, the church has paid a lot for the peace of the entire continent. If we hadn’t fought to the death, the evil god’s followers would have probably spread the flames of war across the entire continent.

It's not fair that we sacrifice so much but people from other countries reap the benefits.

I suggest that we clear the way so that the evil god's troops can flow into other countries."

“I second the motion! The church has already lost four silver-level transcendents in the battle, and the number of casualties among the lower-level troops is incalculable.

Why did our silver-level extraordinary people sacrifice themselves like this? It was not for other churches to reap the benefits.

Fighting against the resurrection of the evil god is a matter for the entire continent, not a private matter for our Church of the Lord of Storms."

"I agree. Let's open the defense line to the Kingdom of Ribia and the Kingdom of Budamia, and let these guys who are just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of their labor also feel the cruelty of the evil god."

Andre nodded secretly. The Kingdom of Sintland was doomed to fail to hold on with their own strength. Instead of letting the situation slowly deteriorate, it would be better to make other attempts while their own people still had strong power.

He hummed and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's start the vote. Archbishops who agree to implement the plan to clear the passage, please raise your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone raised their arms.

"Okay, now that everyone agrees, let's make a plan. There's no reason for our church to shoulder the burden for the other nations on the continent."

In the blink of an eye, two days passed by in an instant.

After breakfast, Crown, Flanders and others went to the sanctuary to hold a meeting of cardinals.

Today, all the silver ranks will meet together to lay out a framework for future decision-making.

There is one more silver-level extraordinary person in the Pope's line, but Cavendish died in the battle in Rhine City. After this addition and subtraction, the forces of Flanders and others no longer have the advantage in the cardinals' meeting.

The group entered the sanctuary's meeting room and were surprised to find that Osman and others were already seated.

The Pope glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I declare the Synod of Cardinals now open.

There are new faces joining this meeting, as well as familiar old faces who have given their lives for the cause of the church.

The speed of the evil god's revival has begun to accelerate. In this increasingly severe era, I propose that His Excellency Crown Moya serve as the Cardinal of Porto Province. He has reached the level of a fifth-order transcendent and is fully qualified for the position of Cardinal. "

Clown narrowed his eyes slightly in annoyance. He had already made it clear that he did not want to become a cardinal, so why did the other party not give up? He stood up and sternly refused: "Your Majesty, I have stated my views before. I have no intention of becoming a cardinal!"

What's the point of being an archbishop? It's a waste of time. Wouldn't it be better to have more free time to gain experience? ! (End of this chapter)