"Blasphemy?"
The holy white eyes stared fixedly at the Chief Inquisitor [Holy Judge] Jorgson who had drawn his sword and pointed it at him, and then glanced at the different expressions of the other archbishops. A trace of pity flashed across the face of Saint Messia III, and then it all turned into indifference.
“Whatever I do will last forever; nothing can be added to it, nor can anything be taken from it.”
"The one who blasphemes is not me, but you!"
As he said this, the young Pope turned around, with his back to the shocked and angry Jorgeson, loosened the scepter that symbolized the Pope, and then reached out his hand directly to the pure holy grail filled with light on the altar.
"That's enough! That's enough! Blasphemous heresy!"
Seeing that the Pope was still stubborn, [Holy Judge] Jorgson stabbed him directly with his sword. The terrifying power of rules lingered on the sword, as if it had established some kind of fate with the Pope, just like the holy sword that pierced through the devil in myths and legends.
This shocking scene was also presented in front of countless spectators. Many believers were shocked. Their originally devout prayers stopped and the continuous wave of faith power suddenly subsided.
Faced with Jorgeson's attack, the Pope did nothing and allowed him to stab him in the vest.
"bite--"
However, what no one expected was that when the sword touched the Pope's body, an extremely crisp sound was made, like an angel's holy bell.
At the same time, the thorn sword in Jorgson's hand seemed to have suffered some kind of divine punishment. From the tip of the sword to the sword body, it broke and shattered, turning into crystal metal dust.
"What?!"
All the archbishops who took action were stunned. The [Holy Judge] Jorgson did not hold back just now. How could the Pope be so powerful?
On the other side, the Pope did not pay attention to the actions of the bishops. He just picked up the Holy Grail on the altar, and then turned around again, facing the many archbishops who were either shocked and angry, or in deep thought, and also facing the countless believers who were watching this scene.
"Today, in the name of glory and origin, I will create a new world!"
As he spoke, the Pope raised the golden Holy Grail high up, and then tilted it forward. Brilliant and pure light flowed out of the cup, along the Pope's arms, and gradually overflowed his entire body.
At the same time, the entire First Holy Light Church seemed to echo it, emitting a soft and holy light.
"That's enough! Stop him!"
Seeing this, Jorgeson was extremely angry and shouted while attacking. Candia, the one who received the grace of God, and Mark, the crown of thorns, also focused their eyes, and their attacks were directed at the Pope at the same time, making sure to stop the other party from further blasphemy.
Many other bishops also took action, casting various holy light binding spells directly at the Pope, preparing to cooperate with the three bishops to capture him.
However, in the face of all these attacks, Saint Messiah III remained motionless, only a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, when all the spells and attacks touched the young Pope's body, something unexpected happened.
All those who attacked the Pope discovered in horror that their attacks, which were originally as smooth as their own hands, were suddenly frozen, and then naturally disappeared into thin air, like a drop of water merging into the sea.
At the same time, the divine power in their bodies sent back a feeling of trembling and submission as if it had touched the source, and they couldn't even mobilize it at all, as if what they had just attacked was not the Pope, but God himself!
This discovery directly caused many bishops to fall into a state of collapse of faith, and many bishops' bodies were directly turned into light spots and shattered, and they died completely.
"You...what did you do?"
His body was also turning into light spots that kept dispersing uncontrollably. [Holy Judge] Jorgson stared at the Pope blankly, not daring to believe his own perception.
"I have already told you that the one who blasphemes is not me, but you."
Looking at Jorgson's body with pity, the Pope sighed softly.
In this First Holy Light Church, where endless power of faith converges, the huge pan-consciousness entity in the light crystal stone is transforming into a true god.
However, because it has no self-will, with the help of the power of its offspring and the guidance of the eyes of hundreds of millions of believers, it is easy to focus this incredible power of faith on the Pope himself, that is, on him as a single individual.
This was the final [Holy Spirit] ceremony, and also the ceremony at which he was officially deified.
When the ceremony begins, he is already on the path of the gods and has mastered the source of all divine power.
To attack him at this moment, for a clergyman who wields divine power, is equivalent to directly attacking the god of his faith.
"Do not be afraid, my child. I do this so that people will fear me."
Turning his eyes back to the hundreds of millions of believers watching the ceremony, the Pope's voice echoed with a strange soothing power, gradually calming the crowd's panic caused by the sudden change.
"Anyone who believes in me will be blessed with great glory."
A faint and holy light shone from the Pope's body, like a layer of sacred clothing.
"You are one, and you are ten thousand..."
In the Holy Mercia Empire, outside of countless large and small Holy Light Churches, as the Pope looked at his holy appearance, low voices of prayer echoed from the crowd of believers and gradually gathered into an ocean.
The ocean of faith power, which is larger, purer and more fanatical than before, descends again! . …..… The Evernight Icefield, the Nameless Snow Peak, and the Destiny Stone Tower.
In the snowy wind at night, Avis, wearing a pure white dress, sat alone on the cold snowy rocks, looking up at the seemingly low and dilapidated stone tower in front of her.
An oversized pigeon squatted beside him, its red eyes staring at the stone tower in the same way.
A mountain wind as cold as a knife swept past, blowing the corners of Anvis' clothes.
At this moment, all the archbishops gathered in the holy city. Although there were other clergy guarding the place, they were of no use to Anvis.
“I initially thought that the High Elf Prophet wanted me to end the Yunival Dream Ceremony, return to the original world rules, and confront the Holy Land of the Holy Messiah Empire.
The new sacred rules and the original rules that govern the world.
Use the destructive rule ripples generated by the collision of two different rules to annihilate those extremely weak dark existences that have been sealed for countless thousands of years. "
Looking at the Stone Tower of Destiny in front of him, Avis spoke in a low voice, his voice blending into the night wind, as if he was talking to pigeons, or as if he was talking to himself.
"But when I got here, sitting under this stone tower, something suddenly occurred to me."
As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the ancient stone tower in front of him and the ever-changing green aurora above the tower.
"Look, does the shape of this stone tower look like a lighthouse?" (End of this chapter)
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