As the emperor of the Xiting Empire, the master of the West.
Peter the Great could be called a hero.
Not only did he cleanse the conservative forces with blood and iron after inheriting the throne at a young age, he even killed his own brothers and sisters to consolidate his power. He was also extremely talented in the path of extraordinary.
His enemies were afraid of him and gave him the title of Bloody Emperor, but he did not mind it.
Because the empire needed blood and iron, but not warmth and tears!
But now, the young emperor looked at the Prime Minister and fell silent. "That person … is so powerful … we must immediately come up with a countermeasure!"
Even though Peter the Great was in charge of the cursed object passed down from the royal family, he was not confident that he could defeat a person in the 9th Sequence who had the Only Divinity, let alone kill him.
"A mortal can't be so powerful, even if he is a fake god!"
The Prime Minister pondered. "Your Majesty, do you remember that ancient legend?"
"About … becoming a real god?" Peter the Great pondered for a while, his voice dry. "When a mortal truly digests the Only Divinity, there is a possibility of becoming a god? That person … is a god in training? Then should I hand over the crown and kiss his boots? "
The young emperor's tone was joking, but the Prime Minister's expression became serious. "If the other person is from our empire, I would suggest that Your Majesty do so, and even use the power of the entire empire to worship him and become his wings … But, the other person is an Easterner, so we can only kill him in advance. Otherwise, we will end up like Enrique and the Bauhinia!"
"Even if I can gather a few more people in the 9th Sequence, they are obviously not a match for that person." Peter thought quickly.
"At this point, there is only one way. Only a god can fight against a god!"
The Prime Minister's expression was solemn.
"Pray … for the arrival of a true god?" Peter the Great's eyes widened. "Mister Podrick, have you forgotten what happened to the Clement Kingdom? Not to mention … "
The existence served by the Church of Destiny may not be interested in the rise and fall of a mortal empire.
"Of course not the one we believe in, but we can let the Bauhinia and Enrique do it …"
Podrick laughed. "When the church is about to be destroyed, a true fanatic will definitely fight to the death!"
"Yes, we can't wait! Immediately order the people on both sides to start! "
Peter the Great quickly made a decision.
…
Church of Misfortune.
"The great Lord of Misfortune, the ruler of all misfortune …"
Around the huge altar were a large number of sacrificial offerings, some of which were extremely bloody.
The Archbishop of the Church of Misfortune was leading a group of priests to start the ritual.
Some of them murmured the honorific name of the Lord of Misfortune over and over again, while others began to dance a strange sacrificial dance, twisting their bodies into strange arcs in the strange accompaniment.
Suddenly, the huge altar in front of them moved.
A wisp of dusky color appeared and gushed out of the altar like spring water.
Then, it drowned these people …
Church of Spirit.
"Great Spirit King!"
"The ruler of all spirituality!"
"Descend!"
Rumble!
Amidst the cries of the priests, the spirituality in the area began to riot, and a blurry face appeared.
However, before the people of the Church of Spirit could be overjoyed and voice out their request, the face looked down, and a pair of empty eyes seemed to be able to assimilate everything.
Before these fanatics of the Church of Spirit could react, their bodies were transformed, turning into the purest spiritual particles and dissipating in the world.
…
"Sure enough, the Westerners aren't idiots … After failing at the frontlines and estimating my true combat strength, they immediately thought of summoning a true god to turn the tables … What a pity."
Chung Shen Soo looked at the streams of information surging in from the void and could not help but shake his head. "They don't know the true darkness of this world … So they all died."
To a great existence, a world was nothing, let alone fanatics who took the initiative to attach themselves to them.
If they dared to disturb them, it would be normal to kill them.
"However … If we try them one by one, although the Pope and a large number of people from the Church of Traveler died, there are still a few undead seeds left. It will definitely be his turn next, and the Gate Master will definitely descend!"
This was what the Ouroboros of Time had said before, a test!
As for why they didn't continue praying to the Master of Fate?
Even the people of the Xiting Empire were afraid of death!
Seeing such tragic scenes, no matter what, they had to let the Church of Traveler try again.
After all, although the Gate Master did not distinguish between friend and foe, he had really answered prayers and descended a true god.
And if the Church of Traveler still failed, the Xiting Empire was more likely to send someone to ask for peace.
If they were not forced into a dead end, who would be willing to perish together with the enemy?
"It's time to start!"
Chung Shen Soo suddenly understood that the test of others did not come at a moment's notice.
Therefore, he immediately decided to start training in seclusion and break through to the Ancient Immortal Realm!
…
Xiting Empire.
"Great gods … Are you going to abandon us?"
Peter the Great looked at the two reports of failure and could not help but murmur.
"Your Majesty, the gods have never said that they will protect us, but we have been attaching ourselves to them …" Prime Minister Podrick coughed. "Now … Not only did the Church of Spirit and the Church of Misfortune fail, but their higher-ups were all killed. So, should we let the Pope of Fate try, or should we let the Medici family do it?"
"Of course, let the Medici family try!"
Peter the Great said without hesitation.
When the Clement Kingdom was destroyed, some of the Medici family's descendants successfully escaped to the Xiting Empire and were sheltered.
It was also through them that the empire obtained clues about the Moist Bone Forest, and then successfully took this cursed object derived from divinity into their pocket.
"Tell them that regardless of whether the matter succeeds or not, I will confer the Medici family the title of Duke, a hereditary title …"
Peter the Great said. "They have worshipped the Gate Master for generations. Although the Pope of the Church of Traveler is dead, it may be better to let the Medici family do it!"
"I understand. What about the location?"
Podrick asked.
"Let's do it in the territory of their kingdom …"
Peter the Great replied without hesitation. "That place is the closest to the east. If something happens, it will be the least likely to affect us …"
He knew how heavy the price the two churches paid for failing to summon the gods was.
Not only did a large area of land lose its vitality forever, but all the participants died, and even their bloodlines were suspected to be cursed!
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