If it were other people, they might only be able to guess the general range of suspects, but Benedict III was certain that Lucien only grasped the mysteries of negative feelings and primeval devils but did not know how to steal and make use of the power of faith. Also, he was secretly developing the Church of Steam and planning to intercept the power of faith from Heit, the God of Craftsmen. Therefore, it was very likely that Lucien Evans and the North Church had exchanged part of their methods to make up for each other.
Of course, with Pope Viken's wisdom, he would not make such a conclusion. After all, it was possible that somebody was doing it on purpose to mess up the situation.
"If it's really you, your 'acting skills' are truly better than all the actors …" Benedict III hid his expression, but he was still gnashing his teeth in fury.
When he tempted Lucien earlier, he was solemnly and solemnly rejected, claiming that it was just an experiment and that he only needed to discover the nature of the mysteries in it, not that he really wanted to walk on that path. He did not care about the way to become a demigod that Thanos and himself created, but because of his good and firm attitude toward arcana in the past ten years, Benedict III actually believed him. He actually believed him …
"I have to make sure that Belkovsky and his accomplices have the part of the secrets to combine the power of feelings and the power of faith to break into the demigod level … If they do, I have to speed up the progress before they try to break into the demigod level …" All the negative feelings in Benedict III's mind were gone, and they belonged to Monster Viken through the uncanny connection. He was no longer bothered by Lucien's possible "deception" but considered what he should do right now.
Although the way to become a demigod that Thanos and himself created helped him and him to become a demigod, there were a lot of coincidences and changes that he did not understand at all during the process. Therefore, the odds of success were much lower than they appeared to be. Even though Belkovsky and the rest of them had been accumulating the brilliance of godhood and the power of faith for generations, the odds of them successfully advancing into the demigod level were still terribly low. Failure meant that they would either be heavily wounded and unable to try again in a hundred years, or they would be directly killed.
However, no matter how low the probability was, it couldn't be ruled out. Therefore, he had to confirm it first before changing his plan reasonably.
Touching the platinum staff next to him, Benedict III looked out of the window gloomily. "… Also, I have to get the list of the materials that Lucien Evans redeemed in the past two years. Maybe I can find something from it … 'Bird of Death', it's time for you to play your role. I'm not trying to blackmail or order you to violate the premise of our cooperation, but it concerns your future too. You know what's best for yourself …"
…
A week later, a list of the materials that Lucien Evans had exchanged for in the past three years appeared on Benedict III's desk.
As a Magician, he had to carry out endless experiments and create suitable items or devices. Therefore, this list was hundreds of pages long. It was enough to make one dizzy just by looking at it. There was no way to find anything useful in it.
"If it were anybody else, I'm afraid that they wouldn't have been able to discover your real purpose …" His face as gloomy as water, Benedict III browsed through the list and drew circles on certain materials.
He was drawing Lucien's list based on the materials that his way to become a demigod required. He ticked them one by one. If there were few matches, it would be a coincidence. If the list included most of the materials for the way to become a demigod, the answer would be self-evident. As a legendary sorcerer, Lucien obviously had his own treasury and his own sources of materials. He didn't need to exchange for all of them from the Congress of Magic.
Black circles were drawn on the white paper one after another. Benedict III's face was gloomier and gloomier. It was not until the list of hundreds of pages was finished that he finally stared at the last blank solemnly. "This list contains eighty-seven materials that are required for the way to become a demigod, which takes up seventy-three percent of the materials needed for the whole method …"
Suddenly, he raised his head slightly. "The eighty-seven materials include part of the materials needed for the ritual of combining the power of feelings and the power of faith to break into the demigod level! Did Lucien Evans redeem the last step from other legends? Or did he figure it out on his own? "
If it were other legendary sorcerers, even Douglas, Benedict III wouldn't have speculated in such a way. However, Lucien had studied the power of faith and the power of feelings for many years. He had even opened the Chamber of Immortality and seen the mysteries of immortality. Also, he was good at creating miracles and proposing unimaginable theories. Therefore, if it were him, it might've been possible for him to complete the way to become a demigod with his own studies!
"… He must not be allowed to become a demigod. Otherwise, he might become a true god before I'm confident …" Benedict III narrowed his eyes.
Thinking about that, he suddenly stood up. "According to the news from the Dark Mountain Range, Lucien Evans has completed the status transformation. Considering the materials that he has prepared, he might try to break into the demigod level in a year or two …
"… I have to ask the Bird of Death and other legends who are willing to cooperate to pay close attention to him and his Church of Steam …"
… …
In the Month of Ice (December), the dripping water was frozen into ice. The whole of Renstadt was covered in a white coat.
Augustus led Harold, Myrna, and the other central priests of the Church of Steam to worship the silver "nuclear bomb" and the embodiment of the power of the God of Steam, expressing their gratitude for the past year and praying for the blessings of the new year to the almighty Lord.
Covering their eyes with their right hands, they kneeled on the ground and praised the God of Steam in their hearts. They reported their achievements in spreading the glory of the Lord in the past year.
Right then, the silver "nuclear bomb" emitted gentle brilliance, and the hazy brilliance sprinkled on them.
Shivering slightly, they sensed that a sacred and transcendent power had eliminated the anxiety in their hearts. Immediately, they were even more peaceful.
"You are the master of everything. You control the boundary between life and death. You are the king of kings and the god of gods."
A silver ray shot out of the "nuclear bomb" and fell on the head of Archbishop Augustus. Then, everything was back to normal.
Augustus rose slowly and said solemnly and excitedly, "The Lord has given an oracle and asked us to hold a grand service on the weekend of the last week of every month in the future. He has also changed part of the prayers so that his glory can shine on other dwarves besides us and save them from the bewilderment and intimidation of the false gods!"
"May your path be walked on earth as it is in your kingdom," the other dwarves replied at the same time.
After staying in Renstadt for a long time, they were inevitably influenced by the Saint Truth and melted part of the prayers into their "Mechanical Apocalypse".
After the service was over, when Augustus led the central priests to preach to other dwarves, a cluster of darkness suddenly appeared above the silver "nuclear bomb". A bird that carried the intense air of death landed and examined the remaining air on the silver nuclear bomb carefully.
"A grand service every month and a change in the prayers. Hehe. Can't you wait any longer?" The bird uttered a strange and obscure sound.
After the sound of "du", the bird disappeared without a trace. At this moment, the most evil air popped up out of nowhere and hovered in the church for a few seconds.
… …
"The recent changes of the Church of Steam …" Benedict III had quite a few pieces of intelligence about that in his hands.
Expressionlessly, he tapped the table and said to himself, "It seems that his progress is faster than I expected, and he is already making the best preparations. Had it not been for the mistake of the North Church, he would've fooled me. By the time I discovered it later, he might've already become a demigod."
Benedict III leaned back against the back of his chair and asked himself, "Where will you hide to complete your advancement?"
Thinking of this, he suddenly snorted. "No matter where you hide, I can find you. Other people may not be able to, but as long as you walk on the path of the power of faith, you can't fool me! "
Out of nowhere, he took out a small exquisite statue. It was engraved with a bald dwarf, and the top of his head was densely covered with strange patterns.
Viken closed his eyes and touched the statue of the bald dwarf with his right hand. The brilliance of godhood that was barely visible to other people popped up, as if it were surrounded by cherubs.
A layer of unpredictable, intangible brilliance of godhood spread out from the statue of the bald dwarf, too. Countless illusionary lines extended from the void.
"The place where the power of faith is gathered, the place where it is gathered …" Viken suddenly opened his eyes and blurted out.
"The projection of the Dark Mountain Range in the World of Souls!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
