Apostate?
These people are actually apostates?
Everyone else was shouting loudly; no wonder they were holding a gathering underground. It would be strange if the sound on the ground didn't attract the attention of the Vatican.
Seeing that Phil Gray didn't shout, several people looked at him.
Phil Gray quickly shouted, "Take control of your own destiny!"
He felt somewhat embarrassed, realizing that he, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, would one day be chanting slogans alongside a heretic.
Those people then turned around.
After shouting for a while, the veiled woman raised her hand, signaling them to stop.
Everyone fell silent instantly.
The woman's voice was low and gentle as she spoke.
“I know that many of you are unfortunate people abandoned by the god of fate. We once devoutly believed in Him, but when we encountered hardships, He did not give His believers any protection.”
"On the contrary, they are toying with our fate!"
She pulled off her veil, revealing a face covered in burn scars.
"What god would send down merciless flames to scorch the bodies and minds of His followers while they are praying for Him in the temple?"
“I thought it was a test from God, but when I returned home in anguish, I found that my family had been arrested by the Vatican because of the bishop’s false accusations. That bishop was clearly after my family’s money!”
"I pleaded with the gods, but they still toyed with my fate!"
"It wasn't until my family members' bodies were carried out and they were accused of disrespecting the gods that I realized we were just toys of the god of fate!"
"He and his lackeys, the Vatican, only take pleasure in our suffering to show their superiority!"
"Our destiny should not be decided by others; we should take control of our own destiny!"
The woman became so emotional that tears streamed down her face.
Everyone lowered their heads, and occasionally a few people would sob.
It seems that these apostates are people who have experienced major changes in their lives and thus no longer believe in the God of Destiny, as well as people who have been persecuted by the corrupt elements within the Vatican.
One bad apple spoils the whole bunch.
That bishop's actions directly tarnished the image of the entire Vatican, and even the divine has to take the blame.
The God of Fate should be renamed the God of Scapegoats, not only for the actions of the Vatican, but also for any bad things that happen to people, which can be attributed to the God of Fate's arrangements.
Phil Gray sighed inwardly.
However, he didn't want to stand up for others, since He had also allowed Him to travel through time.
The woman wiped away her tears.
"There's no point in saying more. We are not cowards who only complain, but warriors with unwavering will! Only by overthrowing the Papacy can we free more people from our suffering and stop them from being blinded by that cruel god of fate."
"Many of you may have only joined us in the last few days and don't know our habits. The time of our rallies is unpredictable, but as long as you see our signs on the streets, it means we are about to hold a rally."
"What's the logo?" asked one of the people in front of Phil Gray, who seemed to be a newcomer as well.
“It’s a fist crushing a flower of destiny,” the woman replied.
This logo is truly intuitive and bold.
Phil Gray was helpless.
The woman coughed. "The purpose of today's gathering is mainly to explain two things. First, I'm sure everyone knows that the Pope has disappeared. This is our opportunity. If we can find the Pope before them and kill the leader of this lackey, our plan to overthrow the Papacy will be more than half successful."
Phil Gray swallowed hard.
The pope you are looking for is right in front of you.
"Isn't the Pope in North City?" someone asked.
The woman shook her head. "Not necessarily. Several cities under the Church of Destiny are searching for him, which shows that the Pope could be anywhere."
"Another thing is that we should continue to cause trouble for the Vatican, whether it's smashing their things or exposing their dirty deeds in the streets, so that more people can see their true colors."
The woman smiled slightly again, "Everyone can also observe whether there are people around who have been deceived by the God of Fate and tormented by the Church, and who no longer trust the God of Fate. The more members we have, the better."
It's starting to smell like a pyramid scheme, Phil Gray thought.
"I've also prepared small gifts for everyone." The woman gestured with her slender hands, and a pile of bottles and white, pearl-like beads appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Is this woman a chosen one of the gods?
There were also exclamations of surprise from those around.
"This bottle contains a face-changing mucus. Just apply it to your face and you can temporarily change your face. However, the changed face will be very stiff and you will not be able to make any expressions. Each time it lasts for four hours. It is only for use when you want to cause trouble for the Vatican. The amount in the bottle can be used three times. It is very precious, so please use it with caution."
The woman explained further.
"The white round bead can be bitten with teeth and thrown on the ground to produce a thick smoke, which can be used by everyone to escape."
It turned out to be a smoke bomb, but he was very interested in the shape-changing slime. He would feel more at ease going to the city lord's mansion if he applied it.
“That’s amazing!” Phil Gray saw Lisa looking excitedly at the thing on the ground.
This lively girl doesn't seem like someone who's been ravaged by fate, so how did she join the apostates and even so boldly drag the current Pope into it?
"One for everyone, come and get one," the woman said.
When it was Phil Gray's turn, the woman's gaze remained fixed on him, making him uneasy. Had this woman discovered something?
Unexpectedly, the woman patted his shoulder and said meaningfully, "You have a handsome face, but you must rely on your own efforts to protect yourself and avoid being manipulated by others!"
"What's going on?" Phil Gray's lips twitched, but he relaxed.
He took the things and wanted to leave. "Yes, thank you for reminding me!"
Lisa excitedly stepped forward, "Chief, this is a new recruit I've developed!"
"Okay, okay, what's your name?"
“Kane,” Phil Gray replied.
"Great, Lisa, keep it up! Once you've introduced a few more people to join, I'll give you the qualifications to go to headquarters. Headquarters offers opportunities to learn skills like mine, and all sorts of things are readily available," the woman encouraged.
“I will!” Lisa clenched her fist.
Are the headquarters of apostates all chosen by God?
How can someone who has turned their back on the god of fate become a chosen one? Does he worship another god?
Phil Gray was filled with deep curiosity.
However, he had no interest in exploring these things. He simply looked with great interest at the transformative slime he had received. It was truly a wonderful thing. He imagined that the Vatican must have many more of these amazing things.
He had no idea that this side of the world existed; he viewed the Church as an ordinary person and therefore failed to acquire any protective gear, ultimately relying on apostates instead.
Even he couldn't help but marvel at how wondrous fate truly is!
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