Mysterious Catastrophe - Chapter 382

[Chapter 381 New Era]

New Year 1027, Monday, May 31.

Pulmouth, Mithra Palace.

King Arthur VI stood on the high-rise building of the palace, looking at the crowd gathered in the square: “History… has turned a new page, but unfortunately Sodom is not the protagonist!”

“Invis will become stronger and more stable at the same time, which is the glory of the royal family.”

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom bowed.

Nicholas, wearing the red robe of a cardinal, stood behind the new Holy Pope, Cicero Mercado, a poor fellow who was pushed out of balance and blamed by all parties, without saying a word.

“Come on, today… we’re all spectators.”

Arthur VI smiled.

The group slowly entered the venue. Cicero was wearing a noble and gorgeous Pope’s robe, wearing a triple crown of sun, moon and stars, holding a scepter, and stepped onto the high stage, and started his speech into the microphone with amplification effect:

“First of all, let us observe a moment of silence for the dead and wounded in the ‘Podium Massacre’, may the Holy Spirit receive their souls…”

“Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit bestowed upon Him the miracle of bringing His three allies to earth to guide lost souls…”

The people in the audience were a little turbulent. After all, the Holy Spirit Church has always been the state religion, and the belief is very deep.

The pope suddenly spearheaded the split, and devout believers would find it very confusing.

The chaos spreads and turns into a commotion, and there are signs of a riot…

Nicholas looked at this scene, bowed his head with other archbishops, and mourned for the decline of the Holy Spirit Church.

‘No matter how huge the belief is, without power, it is illusory after all! ‘

‘Cicero has taken the blame this time. In his hands, the Holy Spirit Cult has lost its religious monopoly. I am afraid that the next Red Robe meeting will launch an impeachment against him…’

‘Although the Holy Spirit Religion has also obtained permission to form its own team of Beyonders, compared to those ancient sects, our background is too small… Perhaps, this is also my opportunity to introduce the ‘Invisible Priory’ The power of the Holy Spirit, let the Church of the Holy Spirit and the Priory merge, let the great my Lord return to his place of honor, and initiate a revolution…’

…

At this time, Cicero’s voice was still streaming into Nicholas’ ears.

“Approved by His Majesty the King, the following three churches also believe in ‘True God’, and have the same missionary power as the Holy Spirit Cult in the land where the great Inves shines!”

“They are—the Church of the God of Wisdom, the Church of the God of Death, and the Church of the God of Frost Ice! Below… there are three Your Majesty…”

The people in the square became more and more riotous, some of them collapsed, shouting “I don’t believe”, “Oh my god”, “The Holy Spirit curses you” and so on, trying to rush to the podium, while some were indifferent calm, Some with private hilarity.

The public sentiment was widely aroused, like a powder keg that could explode with a little spark.

At this time, Harnot Iger in religious robes, and Buzig Hash with a dead face, and Anastasia, the beauty of the iceberg, walked up the high platform together.

“quiet!”

Anastasia looked down at the riotous stage, an invisible spell with magic reverberating on the tip of her tongue.

Whoosh!

As if the cold wind was blowing through the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a huge glacier, and they were cold and majestic.

The original noise disappeared instantly, like a duck strangled by the neck.

Some weak people couldn’t even resist this majesty and fell on their knees.

“My lord, the god of death, is in charge of the souls of the masses after death. After all souls leave the body, they will pass through the ‘dead river’ and flow to the underworld, which is the final destination of all souls…”

Buzig Hash said: “Any mortal who offends the true God, the soul after death will be melted by the ‘Dead River’, and he will never be able to get sleep and peace!”

He used indifferent and cold words to outline a terrifying scene in the hearts of all believers.

Everyone seems to have seen the illusory river that has no beginning and no end, running through life and death, the world and the underworld.

Countless translucent spiritual bodies flow, struggle, and sink in the river…

For those of faith, this post-mortem threat is more potent than anything else!

The bishops of the Holy Spirit Cult are pale, and the Church of the Death has divided the right to explain the fate of the soul after death! This is a huge hit!

“My Lord is the God of Wisdom, and He does not hesitate to share knowledge with all sentient beings and promote the progress of science!”

Harnot Iger’s speech was much milder, effectively calming the panic of mortals: “Our church welcomes all people of insight to join… My Lord bless every believer… He will lead believers in the underworld. soul, ascend to his kingdom of God!”

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“This…is this the power of the true God?”

“Supernatural power, does it really exist?”

“Three true gods, three true gods…”

Metana stood in the group of nobles, looking at the scenes on the square.

Some devout believers wept bitterly, but covered their mouths and dared not make a sound.

Some believers are delighted to witness the supernatural power with their own eyes, and many reporters have already written quickly while their eyes are red.

Although the flow of information in this era is still not smooth, the ‘rumours’ that the three True God churches may have supernatural powers will continue to spread outside Pulmouth.

The reason why it is a ‘rumor’ is naturally a compromise between the three churches and the royal family.

Of course, when asked about supernatural power, they wouldn’t deny its existence.

This alone is enough to turn the belief bastion of the Holy Spirit Cult into a dune-like toy, and then smash it with one kick!

A large number of believers have begun to shake!

Too bad…the ‘Holy Spirit’ doesn’t exist and Aaron doesn’t care.

“A new era… has arrived.”

Metana looked at this scene and murmured in a low voice.

…

“let’s start.”

in the dream world.

Aaron stood in a dark forest and muttered to himself.

After half a month of devouring and digesting, he has reached the peak of the fourth element, meeting the pre-requisites for promotion to ‘Perfect’ and ‘Adam’.

During this period, he was also secretly exploring the spirit world, driving spirit world creatures, and building wonders for him.

This black forest belongs to a secret realm in the spiritual world. It is an unexpected gain from a good friend ‘Black Pharaoh’.

After exploring, Aaron initially selected this place to build his own ‘spectacle’.

A large number of seconded mummy guards are struggling to carry boulders and dig soil…

Under the forest, an upside-down pyramid has begun to take shape.

“There is always an inexplicable sense of sight of building a mausoleum for myself…”

Aaron walked into the hastily completed pyramid, all the way to the bottom.

There was no coffin there, only a dark throne.

“Alas…the aesthetics of ‘Black Pharaoh’, that’s all.”

He murmured and sat on the throne, a pure white wax figure without a face appeared in his hand.

The promotion of the fifth element has begun…