Chapter 668: No need to worship gods anymore, come worship me.
The inquiring voices overlapped and seemed to be shouting in an empty hall far away, but he was clearly sitting at the table.
Jules did not answer. Like a little child, he looked around with amazement, walked around and looked, and occasionally reached out to touch something.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect the famous Council of Secret Keepers to look like this. Sure enough, the Near Gods are more concerned about the Three-Pointed Gate. Now only a shell remains in the world."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the seven hooded "Secret Keepers". In the dim room, he couldn't see what was under the hoods, but the camera in Jules' eye sockets could clearly distinguish that there were no human faces among them.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you don't even have a body."
"What exactly do you want to do?" The leading [Secret Keeper] tilted his head. "You should know that within this room, it's not difficult for us to use our powers."
"Indeed, indeed. As for the [Secret Keeper], even if the [Named Person] came, let alone me, I might not be able to do anything to you, but..."
He suddenly tilted his ear, as if listening to something.
"The ritual is complete."
"What is Yi!?!"
The [Secret Keeper] stopped talking midway.
The other [Secret Keepers] also turned their heads abruptly, a hint of human shock appearing in their empty hoods.
"What ritual? Of course, it's a ritual of sublimation. You should have felt the moment the Three-Pointed Gate opened, right? You are truly my good niece. You completed the ritual flawlessly, and I am also sublimated through this."
He smiled and picked up the cardinal's scepter beside him.
After Michelle opened the door, she froze in place.
He thought he would see those majestic figures standing high above, but he only saw one man.
Jules was doing maintenance on himself. Two mechanical arms were skillfully applying holy oil to the bearings, while the other two hands were casually wiping the cardinal's scepter with a white cloth.
Michelle's gaze moved to the scepter in his hand. The white cloth was stained with blood. Looking closely, why did the white cloth have a wavy gold edge?
"It's strange, isn't it? The body in this world is clearly a projection of the entity in the Sea of Unconsciousness, but it still splashes blood when it hits it."
Without waiting for Michel's answer, Jules continued to speak:
"Speaking of which, I'm a little puzzled. The Secret Keeper's power clearly can't affect reality, so why does the church still obey their orders? The Candlelight Society is a church in this world. Beings from another world, whether they're Secret Keepers or gods, shouldn't be worshipped. Power that can't be used isn't really power."
Michelle opened her mouth wide, looking at the corpse on the ground, unable to utter a word.
"I have a better suggestion. You can come and worship me. You see, I have power, and I can use it in this world. I am no more powerful than some god."
Jules stood up with a smile, kicked the corpse at his feet away, and raised his arms with the scepter in hand, as if to embrace everything in front of him.
He smiled and looked at the investigators.
"Now, who's for and who's against?"
In the dim room, the man lowered his head and remained motionless.
His hands were hung on the chain. If you look closely, you can see that the chain is densely engraved with tiny lines.
There were many wounds on the man's body, many of which were deep enough to reveal the bones, and above those wounds, white maggots were slowly gnawing at his flesh and blood.
The wound was slowly healing, but every time a piece of new flesh grew, it would be torn off and eaten by the maggots, and blood would drip down the skin and hit the ground.
The bloodstains on the ground had turned black, and there were layers of blood covering the ground countless times.
Bang.
The door suddenly opened, and the man raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked over.
Seeing the white robe with gold edges, the man lowered his head again.
The footsteps of the person coming were neither hurried nor slow, getting closer and closer, and soon stopped in front of the iron window in front of him.
There was a clanging of keys and a teeth-grinding sound from rusty bearings, and the door of the man's cell opened.
"Isaac, long time no see."
Isaac raised his head with difficulty, his eyes passing over the clean and straight Candlelight Club robes, and stopped at the hand opposite him.
That's a mechanical hand.
He hesitated for a moment, and his chaotic mind suddenly realized a possibility. A powerful force burst out from his dying body, and he suddenly raised his head.
Opposite him, Jules folded his arms and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Is this how you seek revenge? You joined the Fire Moths to overthrow the Church, but after so much subversion, you ended up here?"
"Jules!"
Isaac growled through gritted teeth and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the mechanical arm extending from Yule's back.
The mechanical arm held a cardinal scepter.
"Are you a cardinal?"
"Cardinal? Ha." Jules sneered, raised the mechanical arm holding the scepter, and then dropped it suddenly.
Bang!
Isaac fell to the ground, took a few deep breaths before he mustered up some strength and managed to stand up.
He looked at the broken chain on his wrist with shock.
"How did you do that? This can block the sea of unconsciousness."
"Who told you that I borrowed the power of the Sea of Unconsciousness?"
Isaac was stunned.
"I no longer need to connect to the Sea of Unconsciousness to gain power. I am the power itself. Forget about these isolating chains. Even if you were trapped in the Sea of Unconsciousness, I can forcibly drag you back to reality."
"What's the point of having power if you still can't get revenge?"
Jules looked at Isaac's face full of disbelief and sighed.
"Isaac, I told you the day the Dream City was destroyed that you were on the wrong path. You and I are the only two dual-path transcendents in the world, so we should develop this power."
"Yet you've always been obsessed with relying on others—whether it was joining the Fire Moth or going to that Castel."
"But the Fire Moth can't save you. Caster is far away. You can only trust in your own strength."
Jules looked at his hands, his eyes filled with longing and obsession.
"If you ask me, you're not as good as my niece in this regard. She at least knew that the Mechanical Templar was unreliable, and she even planned to ascend on her own. What a pity! She should have lost control and died by now."
Isaac stared at Yule warily, took a step back, and the iron chain on his wrist jingled as it dragged on the ground.
"What do you want me to do? Help you attack the Candlelight Society? We can discuss it. As long as it can help me get revenge, anything is negotiable."
Jules slowly raised his head, stared at Isaac, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved up.
"Revenge? You have no revenge to take. I have killed all those who persecuted us in the past."
After saying this, without waiting for a response from the other side, he slammed the scepter down, inserted it into the stone slab, and turned to leave.
"You are free now. Take up the scepter and you will be the Cardinal of the Candlelight Society."
(End of this chapter)
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