Under the ominous crimson light.
In the busiest city center of the New Haven stood a magnificent cathedral. With white marble as its foundation, a tall spire, exquisite pillars, and tens of thousands of sculptures of famous artists as decorations, it was extremely luxurious and dignified without losing its solemnity. This was the sanctuary of the Goddess of Royalty and Navigation, the New Haven Cathedral.
Even this city that had only been established for a few years got its name from this cathedral. It was not hard to imagine how influential this cathedral that was built before the harbor had been!
But at this moment, in the usually solemn New Haven Cathedral, under the exquisite spire, there was a sudden shout of panic:
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Activate the spell! "
In the circular hall filled with mythical murals, a group of at least a hundred clergy wearing black robes, holding a black iron cross with an anchor point at the bottom, stood around the dome in the center of the hall, forming a perfect circle.
Everyone was praying silently. It was silent.
Suddenly hearing the shout of the middle-aged clergy who barged in, the well-prepared clergy in black robes seemed to have a telepathic connection. Without any words, they began to chant the Goddess' holy words in unison!
Everyone's different voices fused into one, turning into one voice. This low hum that carried a mysterious power was amplified, echoed, and amplified by the dome.
At the very top of the spire of the building, a tall black iron cross gradually began to emit a milky white light. As the priests continued to chant, the milky white light became more and more intense, and then instantly spread out like a wave of water.
It slowly spread throughout the city …
[Divine Spell: Silent Slumber!]
As the Specter Ship and the Soul Killer Fiends on it were destroyed, the Berserkers who caused the chaos had all lost their source of power.
The Berserkers who did not mutate fell down on the spot, their status unknown, while the mutated ones turned into a mist of blood and completely disappeared into the air.
Soon, only the citizens of the city who had escaped the calamity were left shivering in their homes. A few of the braver ones stuck their heads out and carefully observed the movements on the streets.
When the milky white divine ripples released by the cathedral swept past, the citizens who had been awakened by the large-scale commotion in the night fell into deep sleep again. The ordinary people could not resist at all and directly fell to the ground and fell asleep.
Thump … Thump …
In the city, the sound of people falling to the ground was everywhere. As for whether they would catch a cold when they sleep tomorrow, or whether they could wake up, no one cared.
Because the real disaster had arrived.
Do not look directly at God!
This was the first taboo that every Transcendent was told upon becoming a Transcendent.
Status, mysteriousness, and the concept information of God, if accidentally leaked, could instantly crush a human's fragile mind and soul, from the soul to the body.
This was also the reason why the Church ordered all the citizens to sleep when they saw that the situation was irreversible.
Although the method was simple and crude, it was effective at this time.
"Your Eminence?" The Lord of God's name of God.......................
In this world, whether it was the orthodox church or the evil church, the clergy's rank was roughly the same.
Pope (also known as Patriarch, usually at the peak of Grade 4), Bishop (usually Grade 3, archbishop equivalent to Grade 4 Transcendent), Hierarch (usually Grade 2 Transcendent, Hierarch equivalent to Grade 3), and Clergy (equivalent to Grade 1 Apprentice).
Their path was called "Clergy"!
Because they were attached to God, this path was safe and stable, and very powerful. As long as God, who was almost eternal, did not have any problems, they would always rely on the strongest power in the world.
But the identity of "Clergy" was difficult to be recognized by the Transcendent.
In the end, everything they had came from the grace of God. Their mortal nature had never changed. If they lost the favor of God one day, everything they once had would be lost in an instant. Even if they were once the revered Pope, they would still fall into the dust.
But even so, the Bishop who appeared at the door was already one of the upper echelons of the Church. There were not many of them in the churches of the Kingdom of Faletis.
"The situation has not deteriorated to the worst. It is indeed just a projection."
Old Bishop Benedict, who also did not dare to look up at the sky. He was only using some kind of detection spell with the help of the Goddess' divine power to observe the evil god's movements. Now that he saw the "evil god", his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
"Holy Lance Durandal, please!"
Hearing the old bishop's order, the clergy gathered under the dome seemed to have found their backbone. They all started to busy themselves with their duties.
.....
"Oh, hehehe, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, sorrow, despair …! What wonderful emotions, this is the best seasoning for a magnificent opera! "
In the aria that could be said to be of the same origin as the "Box of Dead Souls", the evil god Purcell, who was dressed like an opera actor, danced in the air. He did not have the majesty of a god that mortals imagined.
"Ah! Sorry everyone. I didn't notice that there were so many people here to welcome me. I am so happy! Oh, hehehe … "
As if he had just noticed the three remaining warships and the legendary warship "Steam Fortress" on the sea, he bowed and apologized in all directions in an exaggerated manner. It was as if he really was surrounded by an audience.
"Aha! And this city, the noisy crowd, the prosperous land, it is the stage I need! "
But no matter how exaggerated his actions were, no one could see it.
Because when they heard the crisp sound of the seal breaking, under the command of the commander, everyone had already lowered their heads and closed their eyes. They lay on the ground, afraid to see the horror that could not be looked directly at.
The only one who still dared to use certain means to detect the evil god Purcell was probably Princeton, who was a third-order upper wizard.
If the fallen God of Opera had come in his true form, he would have run as far as he could. But it was just a projection. As long as he did not reveal his mythical form, he would not be unable to fight back.
"Sure enough, although the seal has been temporarily lifted, through the previous layers of weakening, the power that the Man Killer Fiend has accumulated over the past seven days, even with the blood sacrifice of Wacker Wales, can only allow him to transmit a limited amount of power."
Standing at the bow of the giant steel ship, Princeton's posture was still straight, as if even the gods could not make him bow. He was so calm that he even had the mood to comment on the evil god's projection.
After bowing and apologizing to all sides, the evil god did not care about the "indifferent" reaction of the audience and continued to chant.
"In order to thank everyone for joining in this grand performance, please allow me to personally give everyone a curtain call!
The curtain call performance is a solo opera, "Poem of Death"! "
"Ah-!
History is watching me,
Let me tell you,
What I didn't know when I was young and impetuous:
You can't control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
.....”
The chanting clearly entered the ears of the navy soldiers. It was still the exaggerated tone of an opera performer, but with the emotions of the performer, the emotions that belonged to the gods!
Frenzy, coldness, brutality, murder …
Every word was like an evil spirit that crawled out from the abyss of hell, dragging the souls of the listeners and pulling them bit by bit into hell.
The chanting covered the entire sea and spread far in the direction of New Ewen Harbor. No matter what the effect of the lyrics was, if it was not curbed, New Haven would soon become a dead city!
"Cover your ears, don't listen!"
The fleet commander closed his eyes and covered his ears as he shouted desperately. This kind of attack by a god, even if it was just a projection, was far from what an ordinary person or even a low-level Transcendent could withstand.
But his reminder was of no help to the situation of the navy soldiers. How could a god's attack be so easily resisted?
"Ah-"
Bang!
As soon as the commander's voice fell, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised his gun and fired, piercing his own head.
"Ah! My eyes! " There were also people who reached out and dug out their own eyes as if they were possessed, only after that did they hold their heads and wail.
There were also people who wanted to use a sharp dagger to pierce their own eardrums, but they used too much force and pierced their brains!
At this time, even Princeton could not remain calm. He frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the city. "Why hasn't the church made a move yet?"
As if responding to his thoughts.
At this time, in the center of the city in the direction of the port, a pure white light suddenly lit up!
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