When the light descended, the entire city woke up.
A vast pillar of light descended from the sky, splitting the demonic mist. With the narrow "Holy Church" as the core, the light began to disperse the darkness.
Ximos walked out of the pitch-black city one by one. Their eyes faintly glowed with a silver light. When they saw the place where the miracle had descended, they instinctively knelt down and clenched their fists in prayer.
"Praise the Lord."
It was the simplest prayer, but it contained the most important piety in it.
Seven people, each of them one in ten thousand, were devout believers.
Their bodies faintly glowed with Holy Light, and holy hymns surrounded them. As the "Holy Apostles" who carried the Divine Power Nodes, they were the most devout believers of the Game Church in the past six months.
In their own houses, 70,000 believers suddenly heard the voice of the God. They stopped what they were doing and began to pray devoutly.
One by one, the fulcrum lit up, and the fulcrum finally converged into a net of Divine Power. The descending Divine Will began to tear apart the annoying mist.
The mist that was torn apart dissipated, and "rain" suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Those raindrops, however, were divine radiance.
The rain sprinkled on the unassuming game hall, and it was covered in a layer of golden light.
Then … then everything returned to normal.
The demonic mist gathered once again, and the torn sky returned to normal. The believers of the Divine Power Nodes returned one by one, as if nothing had happened.
What was incomprehensible was that even though such an astonishing phenomenon had occurred, the surrounding people who had nothing to do with it didn't react at all. It was as if they hadn't seen it at all.
Actually, they really hadn't seen it.
"Miracles will only appear in front of the devout … But I can't be considered devout at all."
Rorschach, who had taken on most of the work, was the descending body of Divine Power. Perhaps from another perspective, it was because of the existence of the "Son of God" that the Holy Church's descent was so successful.
The Holy Church's descent ritual was already very mature. While outsiders couldn't see the changes, many things had mysteriously changed.
The house was still the same house, but whether it was the pillars or the walls, they were inexplicably much sturdier. The house that looked ordinary on the inside and the outside now felt like an impenetrable fortress.
In fact, it was indeed a fortress.
Under the protection of the divine power, even if a meteorite fell, it might not be smashed to pieces.
In the hall of the game hall, there was a wooden door. When the door was opened, it was an old and tidy chapel.
In the middle of the church, there was a statue of a goddess and a fountain under it.
Although it was obvious that the Goddess's winged SemiGod appearance was much more mature than before, Rorschach often recalled her appearance … or perhaps he had seen her in a mirror.
As he approached the statue, Rorschach felt comfortable all over. His fatigue from the journey started to dissipate, and the small injuries he had received on the way healed at a visible rate. Even the Mana and Divine Power he had just consumed started to recover.
"Bang!"
There was the sound of something heavy falling into the fountain. Rorschach discovered that it was only a certain Blood Tribe priestess who had jumped into the fountain. She had probably had the hardest time in the ritual just now.
Not only did she have to bear the burden of divine power as a descender, but she also had to bear the divine power of Order, which was naturally harmful to the Blood Tribe due to her physical constitution (undead). Even though Lori was doing her best to control her divine power, the divine power that leaked out was still burning … Rorschach smelled it.
"Medium rare?"
Even though this was clearly a joke, the bad-tempered Isabella didn't respond. She only glared angrily at Rorschach who was taking pleasure in her misfortune … She was currently busy regenerating her vocal cords.
Rorschach sat by the fountain and silently contacted his superior.
"Lori, can you tell me the plan now?"
This time, Luo Li's voice was extremely clear, as if she was speaking from the very first divine territory.
[Don't worry, we have a great advantage. We'll win as soon as we send in a team … This isn't a joke, this is the plan.]
"… That old city lord Siyas gave me some information, and then I personally investigated …"
Isabella, who had already recovered, finally did something proper.
It turned out that Isabella had contacted the old city lord's faction. With the help of the old city lord's faction, they had investigated the city lord's residence, or rather, ambushed it.
And then, they discovered some evidence that was enough to overthrow … or at least severely attack the city lord's authority.
What they needed to do next was quite simple. All they had to do was show the evidence to the public and the other factions in the city. That way, they could take advantage of the fact that the city lord's defenses were weak to remove him from power.
"… So this is actually another way of saying that they want to seize power and rebel? How old-fashioned. "
"That's right. That Siyas promised that as long as we helped him take back his throne, he would take back his army and sign a ten-year alliance with us."
Although it sounded old-fashioned, colluding with an enemy faction to overthrow a wise and powerful new city lord sounded quite effective … but Rorschach felt more and more like he was the villain.
"What did he do? Sacrificing evil gods? Sacrificing live young girls to please those evil gods. "
"That's even worse."
How could it be worse? Rorschach was rather astonished.
Suddenly, a piece of information was stuffed into Rorschach's mind.
Even though Rorschach was already used to blood and slaughter, this incredibly cruel scene almost made him vomit on the spot.
Was it difficult to mass-produce magic armors and floating airships? It wasn't difficult for the Aishi people, as they had accumulated several hundred years of magical engineering technology. If you wanted to talk about it, you would have to talk about the several tens of thousands of years of magical history.
The industrial aspects were easier to solve, as the Ximo people also had excellent smiths and blacksmiths. As long as they had sufficient technology and resources, it was always possible to create substitute products. However, there were some things that were difficult for Ansorenne to solve.
Airborne AI and floating airship AI, as well as their corresponding software operating systems.
In this aspect, the advantage of a technological civilization was far too obvious. However, it was impossible for Ansorenne's Ximo people to create a high-tech AI mass-production system … that wasn't even a technological tree.
And so, without artificial intelligence, they thought of human intelligence.
Necromancy, brain-slicing, and living mechanical bodies. The success of each of these would mean the deaths of countless experimental subjects, as well as the "consumables" that had to be paid in order to produce the finished products.
And in order to make the souls under the mechanical bodies listen to them, the experimental subjects' loved ones became the most convenient hostages.
The images that Lori sent to Rorschach were images of the experimental subjects' heads in unbearable pain. Some of their bodies had already rotted away, and only their brains, which had countless silver needles stuck in them, were still flickering with the light of life.
"This person deserves to die."
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