"Your Highness, as you wish." Baudelaire walked out of the temple, and a green bridge appeared under his feet. He walked along the bridge and onto the floating city step by step, as devout as a pilgrim.
Salin saw that Baudelaire was wearing a gorgeous robe and a delicate mask on his face. The mask was transparent, revealing the dull face of a puppet.
On the transparent mask, green divine runes flowed, forming a strange charm.
The eyes of the puppet were a pair of tiger's eye stones. These low-level gems gave off an enchanting glow on Baudelaire.
Baudelaire didn't hide the fact that he was a puppet. He used some unknown method to make the believers of the Druidic Order acknowledge his existence as the pope.
Those who came into contact with gods would always learn some tricks. To deceive, or to save.
The green bridge was also formed by divine spells. Salin didn't know if the Goddess of Nature had ever created such a flashy divine spell, or if it was Baudelaire's own invention. But Salin had to admit that the believers liked this scene very much.
The feeling of walking into heaven was an eternal temptation.
Baudelaire came to Salin, knelt down, and kissed Salin's shoes.
Salin didn't feel disgusted. Baudelaire was very devout. His actions couldn't be seen by the 800,000 believers, but they could feel it. The Pope was submitting to Salin, and Salin was calm and composed.
If it were any other religion, this scene would be enough to cause an uproar. It was just that the entire Druidic Order was founded by Salin, and all the believers knew this. Besides, they had seen even more shocking things. This perceptual thing didn't surprise the believers much.
This was the effect of Salin's subtle influence.
Today, he had shocked the believers with the floating city. Baudelaire seized the opportunity to transmit this belief, making Salin's shadow clearer in the hearts of the believers.
"Baudelaire, you did well." Salin gave a word of encouragement.
Baudelaire didn't get up. He just straightened his back on the ground and replied, "Your Highness, I now feel that you have the power to destroy the Vatican."
Baudelaire was referring to the floating city, which was quite big. What was more important was that every inch of land could be used to refine equipment, which was simply too extravagant. This kind of extravagance was just right, giving off a dignified feeling. It was not a display of wealth.
"Baudelaire, I know you have a deep grudge against the Church. But now the Vatican has two level 12 Oracles, Oracles from the Divine Kingdom … "
Salin looked into Baudelaire's demonic eyes. The resentment in Baudelaire's eyes faded a lot. He lowered his head and said, "Your Highness, I can still wait."
"Yes, you must wait." Salin paused for a moment. Seeing that Baudelaire didn't even produce any soul fluctuations, he said, "I've killed Dinicio. You've also killed the Chief Inquisitor, right?"
Baudelaire's body trembled as he replied, "Yes, the Chief Inquisitor was completely killed by me. Even a godly spell couldn't save him."
He did not know what he felt when he heard of Dinicio's death. Of course, he could not ask himself to take revenge with his own hands. It was the Inquisitor who had harmed him. It was just that Dinicio seemed kind, but with his tacit approval, the Inquisitor had done too many unforgivable things.
Dinicio had died just like that. Baudelaire really wanted to kill this person with his own hands.
It was precisely because of Dinicio that the Church had been able to recover in the recent decades and expand outwards. Dinicio had nurtured more than a hundred cardinals. These cardinals were not strong, but they were good at management.
The Tanggulas royal family had worked hard for hundreds of years to take back what they had from the Church, but they had lost it again in Dinicio's era. This was Dinicio's value. If he had not met Salin, Dinicio would definitely have become the greatest Pope in history, but also the weakest one.
The previous Pope had been level 12 when he had ascended to the throne.
Salin did not care how Dinicio died, but Baudelaire did. He hoped that Dinicio would die in the Holy City, in front of his devout believers, in front of all the cardinals, and not die quietly like this.
"Your Highness, I did not mean to offend you. It's just that I feel that Dinicio did not die," Baudelaire suddenly said.
"Perhaps. If Dinicio had a way to resurrect, I would not be able to do anything about it. But at least he died once in my hands. The people of the Church are really troublesome … "Salin replied indifferently.
Baudelaire didn't continue. Salin was also an astrologer, so Baudelaire's words had aroused his vigilance. Even the Chief Inquisitor had a way to resurrect. As the leader of the Church, how could Dinicio be so easily killed by him?
That night, Pope Baudelaire and the Thunder Monarch, Salin, had a long talk. Millions of plant seeds descended from the Floating City. They took root, sprouted, bloomed, and bore fruit in the City of Nature.
At dawn, the City of Nature was already filled with the fragrance of the Fruit of Youth.
That was the purest fruit of the Druidic Religion, Goddess Myer's favorite.
The Floating City floated above the City of Nature for three days and sent down hundreds of thousands of demons. These demons wore the armor of the Temple Knights and joined the battle in the City of Nature.
Baudelaire, on the other hand, had his first bishop — a good undead.
This seemed to indicate that the light of Goddess Myer was about to shine on other planes.
This undead was a Jade Skeleton. Of course, it was transferred from the Wing Skeletons. The Wing Skeletons had already set up a blockade on the sea. Alchemy City tried to break through, but this time, they were stopped by the Ironblood Duke's fleet.
There was nothing much to say about the battle on the sea. The power of the ancient battleship made Alchemy City suffer. Unless Alchemy City also had a battleship of the same level and set up a magic net, the ancient battleship was like an impregnable fortress on the sea.
The cooperation between the Ironblood Duke and Salin also had technical aspects. The repair of the ancient battleship was one of them. Salin obtained the various methods of breeding and taming dragons in Dragon City. He also obtained a large number of dragon eggs.
The Ironblood Duke's efforts were rewarded. Salin gave him part of the ancient battleship's blueprints. This part of the blueprints didn't include the method of making the magic furnace, but it did include the magic net technology.
Setting up the magic net cost a lot. Without something like the Elemental Magic Tower, the magic net could only be used for defense, not offense. Of course, it was also possible to set up the magic net on the ancient battleship. However, the ancient battleship couldn't fly and could only travel on the sea.
Salin wasn't afraid that the Ironblood Duke would use the ancient battleship against him. The Ironblood Duke wasn't that stupid. It was the same principle as how he couldn't rely on breeding dragons to defeat the Ironblood Duke.
After Salin finished setting up the layout in the City of Nature, he sent his teacher back to Metatlin and picked up Sicar.
Salin couldn't continue looking for the temple. He had two things to do. One was to build a monument in Pang Pei City, and the other was to go to the Abyss King City and give the Star Condensing Needle to Cain.
These two things couldn't be delayed. Salin and Cain agreed that after he reached Level-10, he would go to the Abyss King City.
Fortunately, the Star Condensing Needle was already in Salin's hands, so he didn't need to waste much time. Thus, he decided to go to Pang Pei first. While Salin was on his way to Pang Pei, the Druidic Order's knights had already expanded to five hundred thousand, of which four hundred thousand were demons. The human knights had increased to nearly a hundred thousand.
This was an extremely exaggerated rate of expansion. In Qin Yin, no religion could spread so quickly.
Moreover, the Druidic Order's expansion speed was still increasing. Like an ever-expanding monster, it swelled in the north of Qin Yin. Pope Dinicio died, the Holy See's army was drowned in the flood, the forty-nine cardinals died, and the Chief Inquisitor went missing.
All of this made it impossible for the Holy See to maintain their influence in the north. They could only retreat to Jialou Lan.
Under such circumstances, the Druidic Order madly absorbed knights and prepared for a counterattack.
In the Sacred City, the church that once belonged to the pope disappeared. In its place were two incomparably tall buildings. Two God's Messengers moved two small hills over for the Priests to carve and build two churches that were nearly a thousand meters tall.
Pope Sharjah temporarily took over the position of the pope. With the Ring of Gods in his hand, Sharjah could have been in charge for a period of time. However, with the return of the two God's Messengers, he became a puppet once again.
His role in the Codex was that of a temporary successor.
Before the next pope was chosen, Sharjah would take over the pope's authority. However, during this period of time, he didn't even have the right to appoint cardinals.
All cardinals were appointed by the two God's Messengers.
Sharjah wasn't satisfied, but he had no other choice. He wasn't a match for the two God's Messengers. Furthermore, as the temporary pope, he was sent to Glory City to investigate a serious case that happened two years ago.
Glory City was originally the core of the Holy See. Now that it had declined, it was obvious that the two God's Messengers would sweep away the eyesore. If the God's Messengers wanted to deceive the God of Light, they couldn't kill Sharjah on their own.
Most of the candidates for the pope position were also chosen by the gods. If the pope and the pope died at the same time, it would be something worth paying attention to for the gods. Because these two people definitely wouldn't go out together. There would definitely be one person at the core of the Holy See, ready to deal with any accidents.
Just as Sharjah left the Holy City, the two God's Messengers chose a new pope.
The new pope was still a child. It was said that he had just joined the Holy See and wasn't even from the Tanggulas Empire.
This young pope's name was Gegs.
Sharjah could only accept the order angrily. His team didn't even have a hundred people. On the way, he had already lost his position as the acting pope and could no longer be the pope. Sharjah had now become a joke in the Cardinal Institute. Furthermore, when he returned to the Holy City, he had to hand over the Ring of Gods.
The sixty or so Mages who stayed with him were also dejected. They were basically exiled. The core power of the Holy See no longer had anything to do with them.
The carriage was silent as it traveled on the road. Suddenly, the carriage in front of them stopped. Sharjah frowned and his body stiffened. He saw a young man in a white robe. He didn't know when he had entered the carriage and sat in front of him.
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