The attendants' boots clattered along the winding corridors. They were in a hurry, but held their heads high, their golden sun emblems gleaming on their chests. Behind them followed the representatives of various religions who had come to greet the dawn.
As agreed and according to the time required for the delivery, representatives from various churches will arrive on this day and tomorrow.
The attendants, dressed in various robes and outfits, were led by their servants through a hidden corridor and arrived at the golden hall via an ancient teleportation array.
The hall must be quite old, having been built along with the teleportation array. The inscriptions on the walls are somewhat ancient, and the paintings hanging there are records of exchanges during the prosperous period of the six major churches.
Eugene avoided the crowds chatting and went alone to a large sculpture, a white sandalwood sculpture of a sun surrounding a moon and many small stars. Behind the sculpture was a painting of the popes of the Church of the Night and the Church of the Dawn sitting together and chatting. It seemed to be a gift from the Church of the Night to celebrate the Dawn Festival in some year, symbolizing the harmonious coexistence of the two churches.
"Sigh..." Eugene sighed, his eyes a little moist. The Dawn was still as beautiful as ever, but the Dark Night was getting worse year by year. Even this time, he and the Pope hesitated for a long time before joining the Dawn Alliance, fearing that joining the Dawn operation would bring unexpected disaster to the already declining Dark Night.
Dawn is not afraid of the plague makers and the bloody calamity, but Night is afraid. After all, the entire Night Parish is not as big as Numas City. If they do something bad, Night will be wiped out.
However, after discussing it with the Pope for a long time, he still came.
The sudden silence of the crowd brought Eugene back to his senses. He looked up and saw a young man dressed in fine clothes and surrounded by people walk in. His smile was gentle, and although his appearance was ordinary, he gave people a sense of nobility. His ice-blue eyes were like precious gems, making people feel that he was unapproachable.
Is this the Holy Son of Dawn?
"Distinguished representatives, welcome to Dawn. I am Kane, the Holy Son of the Dawn Church. I know that you are all divine beings or above who have been able to come here via the teleportation array. You are all my seniors. During your stay in Dawn, please feel free to come to me with any needs you may have. I will make sure you feel at home. A banquet has been prepared for you tomorrow night to discuss the alliance. Now, I will have my attendants lead you to rest."
The Holy Son's voice was very pleasant and captivating, and he was also poised and generous, which made Eugene somewhat envious. After all, his Holy Son was still a little kid who could only call him "Grandpa" from behind. Eugene also wanted to come and visit during this alliance, but unfortunately, his level was too low to use the teleportation array.
Seeing the crowd surrounding him, eager to speak with the Holy Son, Eugene decided against further humiliation. Leaning on his cane, he left the hall with his attendants.
“Currently, the Church of Life, the Church of Darkness, the Church of Eternity, the Church of Destiny, the Church of Dreams… all of these people have arrived, and some others should be arriving soon. Two people from the Church of Dreams have arrived, but they haven’t made any moves yet, but we still need to be vigilant. I’ve already asked an elder to keep an eye on them.” Melody whispered to herself, unaware of the dark glint in the Holy Son’s eyes when he saw the people from the Church of Destiny approaching.
“Hmm.” Phil Gray nodded, his eyes fixed on the approaching silver-armored knight, a tall and imposing figure with a pure flower of destiny painted on his chest armor.
It really is someone I know.
Phil Gray sneered inwardly, but maintained his warm and welcoming smile on his face.
"Greetings, Your Highness, Holy Son of Dawn. I am Valked, Knight Commander of the Church of Destiny." The man smiled seemingly honestly. "Although we are separated by two continents, Destiny and Dawn have always been on good terms. As soon as Dawn issued the order to exterminate us, my church responded immediately. Please feel free to give any further instructions. Destiny will always be Dawn's most loyal ally."
“Yes, the Knight Commander of Destiny is right. Back when Destiny was still on the Eastern Continent, our two religions helped each other and had frequent exchanges. It’s just that things have faded in recent years. I heard that your Pope is traveling abroad. I wonder when he will be able to come and visit my Dawn?” Phil Gray deliberately changed his tone of voice to avoid being recognized, and then asked on purpose.
Valkdod's expression changed for a moment before he sighed bitterly, "Our Pope is young and willful. He went out to travel without saying a word, but he is an ordinary person and not a member of the Favored Ones. There has been no news of him since. I'm afraid... as a last resort, the Church has already discussed the selection of a new Pope. We hope that the Holy Son of Dawn will be able to attend the coronation ceremony of the new Pope."
As he spoke, he looked at the Holy Son of Dawn and said with a hint of flattery, "It is truly a pity that our Pope is about the same age as you. You are so outstanding, yet he has not received the favor of the gods..."
“Alright, alright, I’ll go.” Phil Gray interrupted him, looking at the person opposite him with a meaningful gaze. Of course he would go. What coronation ceremony of a new pope? Fate would only have one pope like him.
As for his words, they were truly laughable. It turns out that these traitors had been using this excuse to cover up the fact that they had become followers, and even claimed that he, the Pope, was being "willful"!
If he were truly just some Holy Son of Dawn, he would probably be overjoyed by such praise, since a knight commander from another sect had even complimented him as being superior to his own Pope. However, what this knight commander could never have imagined was that he himself was none other than the Pope of Fate whom he had belittled.
Furthermore, it seems they intend to disregard the original agreement. The agreed-upon five-year period has now been broken, yet they are now publicly declaring that a new pope has been chosen. Are they certain that they cannot break through to the divine revelation level within five years?
“That’s wonderful. The coronation ceremony of the new pope is scheduled for the next Descent of God in our church. You may know that we hold a Descent of God ceremony every autumn. If you don’t know, that’s alright. We will definitely send someone to deliver an invitation.” Valck Dodd said with a smile, extremely eager, seemingly impatient to befriend Dawn.
Of course he knew, but he hadn't expected these traitors to be in such a hurry? Not even willing to wait a year? They had clearly made an agreement with the Gray family, but now they were openly going back on their word?
Phil Gray was somewhat annoyed, but he didn't show it. "Oh? Then may I know what kind of person your new pope is?"
“He is an elder of the Holmes family, an old and prestigious family within our Church of Destiny, and Wendell, one of the three bishops of our Church. Our Church is not like yours; we have many followers who have fallen to the level of God. He is the only follower in our Church who has the potential to break through to the level of God, which is a necessary condition for becoming Pope. Therefore, everyone supports him.” Valk Dodd said, expressing his admiration for the strength of the Church of Dawn.
“Oh? But I think the Knight Commander is also at the Divine Prophecy level. It’s not certain who will break through first. Logically speaking, you also have the necessary conditions, and as the Knight Commander of the Knights, you should have just as many supporters as him, right? I just thought you were going to be the new Pope. What a pity.” Phil Gray leaned closer and whispered.
“Uh…” Valk Dodd was a little embarrassed, then quickly waved his hand, “You’re joking, Holy Son. I’m not capable enough, and I don’t have the support of a powerful family behind me…”
“What if Dawn had the support of me? I don’t know why, but I have a strange fondness for the Knight Commander. If the Knight Commander could ascend to the papacy, the relationship between Dawn and destiny would surely become even closer,” Phil Gray whispered with a seductive smile.
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