Chapter 381 New Era

New calendar 1027, May 31, Monday.

Pulmouth, Palace of Mithras.

King Arthur VI stood on the tall building of the palace, looking at the crowds gathered in the square: "History... has turned a new page, but it's a pity that Sodom is not the protagonist!"

"Invensys will become stronger and more stable. This is the glory of the royal family."

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom bowed.

Nicholas was wearing the red robe of the Cardinal Archbishop, standing behind the new Pope of the Holy Spirit, Cicero Mercado, a poor guy who was pushed out of balance and blamed by all parties, without saying a word.

"Let's go, today...we are all spectators."

Arthur VI smiled.

A group of people entered the arena slowly. Cicero wore a noble and gorgeous Pope's robe, wore a triple crown of the sun, moon and stars, held a scepter, walked up to the high platform, and started his speech into a microphone with amplifying effect:

"First of all, let us pay a silent tribute to the dead and injured in the 'Podium Massacre', and may the Holy Spirit accept their souls..."

"Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit bestowed His miracles, allowing His three allies to descend into the world to guide lost souls..."

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

The pope suddenly took the lead in splitting, and devout believers will find it very confusing.

The chaos spread more and more, turning into a hustle and bustle, with signs of causing riots...

Nicholas watched this scene, bowed his head together with other archbishops, and mourned the decline of the Holy Spirit Church.

‘No matter how great your beliefs are, without strength, it’s vain after all! '

"Cicero took the blame this time, and the Holy Spirit Church has lost its religious monopoly in his hands. I am afraid that the next red robe meeting will launch an impeachment against him..."

"Although the Church of the Holy Spirit has also obtained permission to form its own Extraordinary team, compared to those ancient churches, our heritage is too small... Maybe 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 Monastery merge, let the great Lord return to his dignity, and initiate a revolution...'

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At this time, Cicero's voice was still continuously reaching Nicholas' ears.

"With the approval of His Majesty the King, the following three churches also believe in the 'True God', and they have the same missionary power as the Holy Spirit Church in the land where the great Invens is shining!"

"They are - the Church of the God of Wisdom, the Church of the God of Death, and the Church of the God of Ice! Next... I invite the three of you..."

The people in the square became more and more chaotic, some with broken faces, shouting "I don't believe it", "Oh my God", "Holy Spirit curses you" and trying to rush to the podium; Some secretly delighted.

The sentiment of the people has been widely aroused, like a powder keg that can explode with a spark.

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

"quiet!"

Anastasia looked at the turbulent audience, and an invisible spell with magical power echoed on the tip of her tongue.

Hoo hoo!

Like a cold wind blowing through the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a huge glacier, with coldness and majesty rushing towards them.

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

Some weak people could not even resist this majesty, and knelt down.

"My lord, God of Death, is in charge of the destination of the souls of the masses after death. After all souls leave their bodies, they must pass through the 'river of death' and flow to the underworld. That is the final destination of all souls..."

Buziger Hash said: "Any mortal who offends the true god will have his soul melted by the 'river of death' after death, and he will never be able to sleep and be peaceful!"

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 spirit bodies flowed, struggled, and sank in the river...

For those who have faith, this threat after death is more effective than anything else!

The bishops of the Holy Spirit Cult looked pale, and the Church of Death split up the right to interpret the fate of the soul after death! It was a huge hit!

"My Lord is the God of Wisdom, He is willing to share knowledge with all beings and promote the progress of science!"

Harold Egg's speech was much gentler, effectively calming the panic of mortals: "Our church welcomes all people of insight to join... My Lord protects every believer... He will guide believers in the underworld soul, ascend into 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, watching the scenes on the square.

Some devout believers cried bitterly, but covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Some believers were delighted to witness the supernatural power with their own eyes. Many reporters were already writing quickly while their eyes were red.

Although the flow of information in this era is still not smooth, the 'rumors' that there may be supernatural powers in the three Churches of True God will continue to spread outside of Pulmouth.

The reason it was a 'rumor' was naturally a compromise between the three churches and the royal family.

Of course, when asked about supernatural powers, they would not deny its existence.

This alone is enough to turn the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold of faith into a sand dune-like toy, and then smash it to pieces!

A large number of believers have begun to waver!

It's a pity...the 'Holy Spirit' doesn't exist, and Aaron doesn't care.

"A new era...has come."

Looking at this scene, Metana murmured in a low voice.

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"let's start."

In the dream world.

Standing in a dark forest, Aaron also said to himself.

After half a month of devouring and digesting, he has reached the peak of the fourth essence, meeting the pre-requirements for being promoted to 'Perfect' and 'Adam'.

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

This black forest belongs to a secret place in the spirit world, and it can be regarded as an unexpected harvest from a good friend "Black Pharaoh".

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

A large number of mummy guards seconded are struggling to move boulders and dig soil...

Underneath this forest, an inverted 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 finished pyramid, all the way to the very bottom.

There was no coffin there, only a dark throne.

"Alas... that's all for the aesthetics of 'Black Pharaoh'."

He muttered a word, sat on the throne, and a pure white wax figure without a face emerged in his hand.

The promotion of the fifth essence has begun...