"I think I've found the source. Once I cut off the power of faith from the Black Church's believers, Mofan should be able to end the battle soon." Mubai headed to the mountain covered in torches.
Although the power of faith could come from all over the world, and one could still be bathed in evil power across the Pacific Ocean, if there was a large-scale transfer ceremony, it could refine the power of faith that was lost due to the long journey.
Therefore, the believers of the Black Church had gathered on the mountain not only to fool the government, military, and Parthenon, but also to provide the Godfather of the Black Church with a long-distance package, so the Godfather of the Black Church's Cross Mark Demon Titan could receive the purest power of faith.
How could the leader of a branch of the Guild of the Wicked not be suspicious when he was in control of such a formidable force?
Mubai had been thinking about it since the beginning.
Luckily, Spectre was in a hurry to kill him, so he had found an important clue for him. Otherwise, he would not have connected the Demon Titan's strength with the Cold Prince's bloodshed in the Mediterranean Sea.
…
Mubai went to the top of the mountain and saw the torches. Each torch represented a believer of the Black Church.
Most of them wore very ordinary city clothes. Some of them were even young girls in Mediterranean style dresses. Since their loved ones had fallen into this so-called faith, they themselves were also immersed in it. They didn't need to study, work, or work hard to obtain resources that other girls couldn't get.
However, they did not realize that they were accomplices to the massacre on Green Sprouts Island. They did not harm a single life, but they had handed the real culprits a sharp knife!
Sometimes, people could not be so stupid. If they gave up on thinking and obeyed everything, they would only be helping the evildoers.
Mubai stared at the crowd. The lively temple fair and the joyous festival, yet they were still acting so pious. He recalled the rotten corpses that Zhao Manyan had fished out of the sea …
Mubai had an urge to use a Super Ice Spell to kill them all. They would soon find out whether they were going to Hell or Heaven.
However, Mubai could not do that after calming himself down.
They were just being used.
Even if they believed that believing in the Black Church could bring them dignity and respect, it was their own choice. They could either go to jail or live in a dream created by other people's pain. They had given their souls to the higher-ups, and their fates were firmly in the hands of the higher-ups, not themselves.
It was impossible for Mubai to persuade him.
There was no point in telling them the truth.
In front of such a group of unwavering people, the truth was simply nonsense.
"So that guy is the leader of the organization." Mubai saw someone in the crowd. It was the guy who had spat in their food back in the restaurant.
It was true that the heavens had reincarnation.
That time, they didn't take care of him. This time, he was at gunpoint.
It would be ridiculous if the leader of the ritual did not know the truth.
If they took care of him, the ritual would turn into a bonfire party for these people who knew nothing about magic and the principles of the religion.
"Go, dig into his chest and see if his heart is the same rotten color as your appetite." Mubai reached out his arm. A tiny silkfly crawled out of his sleeve.
The silkfly was very delicate, like a tiny golden figurine. It looked like a cartoon. It waved its body and flung out a pair of transparent wings, flying toward the leader of the ritual.
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The evil moon that had been devoured by the Black Church began to emit light again. The moon was no longer hanging in the sky. It looked like it was sinking into the ocean. The light it emitted was very close to the surface of the ocean.
Mo Fan's Heavenly Flames of the Burning Valley were initially devoured by the light of the Corrupted Black Moon. It was difficult to see the pure light of the flames shining on the vast ocean. However, for some reason, the Heavenly Flames of the Burning Valley had lit up the turbulent ocean. It had even dyed the dark clouds in the sky red.
The flames were split into three layers. The first layer was like a sunset in the sky. In the middle were countless clouds of flames that looked like lotuses, covering a height of over a thousand meters. The bottom layer was a forest of flames on the ocean!
Mo Fan stood above the forest of flames. The Cross Mark Demon Titan leapt higher into the sky, trying to borrow the power of the Corrupted Black Moon from Moonlight. However, the whole place was dominated by Mo Fan's heavenly flames. The fire dome, the fire clouds, and the forest of flames made the Cross Mark Demon Titan feel like it was in the middle of a furnace, and it was being roasted with different effects!
"Why does it feel like it's losing its energy all of a sudden?" Mo Fan asked in confusion.
A minute ago, the Demon Titan was still full of energy, as if it would not feel tired even if it fought for another three hundred rounds. However, the light of the Corrupted Black Moon had suddenly disappeared. Mo Fan initially thought the Demon Titan was going to use a stronger energy to fight against him. To his surprise, the Demon Titan had reverted back to its previous appearance of the Silver Moon. Not only was its strength greatly reduced, even its skin and flesh were struggling to endure the heat of the Heavenly Flames!
"Oh my, why is it shrinking too?" Mo Fan asked in astonishment.
A two-hundred-meter tall Tyrant Titan would not die even if the Heavenly Flames burned it for an entire day and night. Even though a Tyrant Titan with a bigger body was not necessarily strong, its Health Points would be maxed out. Mo Fan was overjoyed that his opponent's Corrupted Black Moon had disappeared. To his surprise, the Demon Titan was shrinking in size!
Mo Fan had done his research. Tyrant Titans did not shrink in size. Even if they were dead, they would still be as tall as they were supposed to be. However, the Demon Titan had shrunk to a size of one hundred and fifty meters. It was very likely that it had been watered down before!
"So it's just trying to look impressive. I thought it was a real two-hundred-meter tall Silver Moon Tyrant Titan …" Mo Fan laughed.
A two-hundred-meter tall Silver Moon Tyrant Titan might be able to hold its own against some Golden Sun Tyrant Titans. How could a leader of the Black Ornaments easily control a creature of that level? On top of that, the Demon Titan's foolish and cruel behavior was not worthy of a Tyrant Titan.
"It's already a hundred meters tall … if it's a hundred meters tall, it's just a little kid to me, Mo Fan!" Mo Fan squinted and observed the Bishop of the Black Church standing on the Demon Titan's shoulder.
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(Here are the two chapters on the 22nd. There should be two more chapters today to make up for the 23rd …)
(My head hurts from the cold yesterday, so I didn't write them.)
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