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Chapter 354

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As the nearest strategic center of the Church, the Kingdom of Holm had already gathered four legends and seven or eight golden Knights. Therefore, the Kingdom of Holm was much more powerful than the Duchy of Orvarit. Therefore, even though the Kingdom of Holm only had three red robes guarding the retreat room, the Kingdom of Holm still had three red robes.

Hearing a night watcher knocking on the door, the three red robes looked up at the same time, but one of them had already stood up and walked to the door.

"Is it from the Congress of Magic?" The red robe's face had no excess fat. His blue eyes looked pure, but they were deep and bottomless.

The night watcher took out a letter and bowed respectfully, "Yes, Lord Andrade."

Taking over the sealed letter, Andrade drew a cross in front of his chest, "The Lord will bless you."

"Only Truth lives forever!" The night watcher answered seriously and turned around to leave.

"Andrade, what's the level of the intelligence? Do we need to report it to the grand cardinals?" Another red robe asked concernedly.

Hearing this, Andrade looked at the back of the envelope where the key words were written in secret. After the previous incidents, the Church had asked the spies to write down the key words on the back of the envelope. If the message was related to the Church's doctrines or theological theories, the message had to be clearly marked so that the cardinals and cardinals could be mentally prepared before reading the message. This was to avoid the incident where even Varantine, the leader of the ascetics, was injured.

"Level of Holy Spirit, New Particle, Atom Theory."

The four key words were reflected in Andrade's deep eyes.

The first one was the level of the intelligence, which indicated that it was the third level of the intelligence, which was only lower than the level of the Archangel and the Angel.

Andrade slightly squinted his blue eyes and answered calmly, "Level of Pious Believer, the conventional intelligence of the Congress of Magic."

"You read it and make a note of it. Send it to the cardinals later." The other red robe did not doubt that Andrade would lie about this kind of thing.

If a red robe lost his faith and joined the Congress of Magic, what awaited him could only be devoured by the holy light. There was no other way.

In the meditation room, there were three desks facing each other in a triangle. Therefore, Andrade was not worried that the other cardinals might spy on him. He started to read the letter in his hand as if it were a piece of normal information. Then, he wrote on the reading record, "Due to the contradiction between the periodic law of elements and the atomic theory, many senior-rank arcanists have started to reflect and discuss the atomic theory. However, no valuable results have been found so far. It's a piece of intelligence that needs to be tracked. "

After a period of time, intelligence was sent in from time to time. The three red-robed Cardinals each read a part of it, categorized it, and recorded the general content of the intelligence.

When it was close to ten o 'clock, a bishop who was responsible for the distribution of information knocked on the door and came in. He took away several stacks of information that were placed on the top left of each cardinal's desk and would be delivered to the bishops, night watchers, pastors, and trainee pastors according to their ranks.

Holding a thick stack of information in his arms, the bishop came to the room where documents were copied. He started copying according to the number of people of different levels.

As there was a lot of information, he didn't read it carefully as usual. He planned to look at the information that belonged to him after it was distributed.

At 10: 30, the information was delivered to different places by different people.

In the meditation room, which was much quieter than before, the three red-robed Cardinals started to exchange the information they had in their reading records. They were going to submit the information to Philibell and Vaharall, the leader of the Inquisition, at 11: 30.

"The Congress of Magic has started to doubt the atomic theory? Does His Holiness have to hurry up and revise the content of theology again? "One of the red-robed Cardinals smiled sarcastically.

Andrade narrowed his eyes and smiled, but he didn't say anything.

The Holy Bible was the doctrine, the truth that God had spoken, the gospel that taught believers. Theology, on the other hand, was the study and theory of the Holy Bible, including the improvement of theurgy, the in-depth interpretation of doctrine, and the discussion of all kinds of inexplicable questions. It was a teaching material for priests. The two were not the same. The former could be filled with metaphysical content and did not care about the specifics, but the latter required detailed explanations and arguments.



Abidal was the bishop in charge of the monastery. He worshiped the pope's improved theology, because he knew very well that without the pope's improvement, it would be very difficult for him to become a level five bishop in his thirties and be in charge of the largest monastery in the entire diocese.

"This is the gift of God to us, the devout believers. It's the truth explained by His Holiness, the spokesman of God." Abidal prayed like this every day, "Greed and weakness will blind our hearts and make us forget to appreciate God's gift … Gratitude is the most beautiful virtue of human beings. May Your Holiness walk on the earth as if we walk in your kingdom …"

At the end of the prayer, Abidal drew a cross in front of his chest and whispered, "Only the truth lives forever!"

Opening his eyes, Abidal saw that his pastor was already waiting at the door with a few documents, so he nodded and asked the pastor to come in.

"Any important information today?" Abidal took over the documents and asked casually.

The young pastor answered respectfully, "Just some general information, Your Holiness."

"Okay." Abidal nodded slightly and began to read. This was the normal world. How could there be important information so often?

Because it was general information, Abidal read very fast. It did not take long for him to reach the fourth document.

He was usually very serious when teaching theology, and his attitude was very strict. He often scared the apprentice pastor and secretly called him the "devil's angel". But now, his face, which could make the apprentice pastor calm down suddenly, showed an indescribable expression of horror, as if he had fallen into hell and found that he had become the evilest and most terrifying demon duke.

"About one in two thousand …" Abidal's voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from his chest.

"The holiness of the atom … the foundation of theology … has been destroyed by God himself?"

The young pastor did not dare to leave after delivering the information, because he still had to wait for Abidal to finish reading the information.

After waiting quietly for a while, he suddenly felt that the whole room became hot and heavy, and he heard Abidal's voice, which was difficult to hear clearly.

The young pastor no longer cared about etiquette and seniority. He looked directly at Abidal's face.

Then, he saw a shocking scene that he would never forget.

Bishop Abidal's ashen face was filled with fear, anger, and confusion. Then, a pure and holy light burst out from his body uncontrollably, devouring the strange frozen expression.

The young pastor was completely stunned by the light.

Under the strong sunlight at noon, the pure holy light seemed to be a little bit reddish.

… …

In the parish of Holm, several bishops who believed deeply in theology were also devoured by the holy light. This was the information that the Church had verified and distributed. They did not doubt the authenticity of the experiment subconsciously.

Also, although more than twenty bishops survived, they had a strong sense of distrust toward theology and doctrine, and it would be very difficult for them to be promoted to red robes in the future.

… …

At noon, in the Radiance Church.

When Philibell was about to pray according to his habit, the sound of the red robe's hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" As a saint cardinal, Philibell had a strong sense of danger, so he asked straightforwardly before the red robe said anything.

The red robe who came to report was still in a trance, and his voice was a bit confused, "Mr. Philibell, six bishops were devoured by the holy light, and twenty-three bishops' faith was seriously damaged. Also, a red robe named Willie's faith was seriously damaged as well."

"Devoured by the holy light? Seriously damaged faith? What did they read? Aren't there clerics guarding the newspaper? "Philibell questioned in a serious tone.

"It's not the newspaper. It's the information that was sent to the bishops and above. It's about the discovery of a new particle, the internal structure of an atom." The red robe seemed to be shocked as well, and his words were a bit unclear.

"This kind of information will be passed directly to the bishop level clergy?" Philibell was furious.

… …

Soon, Vaharall, the leader of the Inquisition, found Andrade and brought him to the interrogation room of the Inquisition.

Philibell, Varantine and other legends were watching the interrogation outside.

"When did you join the Congress of Magic?" Vaharall tried to suppress his anger, but at the same time, he was also very curious about why Andrade could still use divine spells if he joined the Congress of Magic.

Andrade took a look at the red robe he was wearing and put on a calm smile, "I have nothing to do with the Congress of Magic. The pope who used the arcana theory of the Congress of Magic to modify the theology is the biggest heretic, the blasphemer!"

"His modification has tarnished the sanctity of the divine spells and blasphemed the majesty of the Lord. The clerics have been fooled by the Congress of Magic again and again! This kind of theology must be abandoned! "

Outside the interrogation room, Varantine squinted his eyes and said to Philibell, "Since when did the Holm parish have such a radical conservative?"

"Facing the Congress of Magic and being attacked again and again, some people will start to doubt the necessity of the theological modification." Philibell looked back at Varantine calmly.

In the interrogation room, Vaharall growled, "Then what does it have to do with the other bishops? Are you going to kill your brothers and sisters in this way? Is this your piety?! "

"Those who are hurt by this experiment are all heretics who have deeply believed in blasphemy. Killing them is the greatest piety!" Andrade said fearlessly, "Burn me, Your Excellency Vaharall. I'll rise to Mountain Paradise in the fire!"

… …

In the headquarter of the Congress of Magic.

Atlant Forman, the Eye of Curse, smiled at Douglas, "It's true that we can't control the clerics to do things that go against their beliefs and beliefs. But what if the seed in their mind is planted?"

"Finding the loophole in their mind and strengthening them is the most profound application of illusion." Atlant opened his eyes, and there seemed to be countless shadows in his black pupils. It was very creepy.

"As long as they can think, they will be affected by the illusion!"

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