In fact, I felt that I had really gotten into a dead end.
Whenever I thought about how the billions of people in Mobrador were in a mess, I would have a headache. When I was thinking about how to let them face the disaster that was falling from the sky normally, I had magnified some minor problems. For example, how to explain the internal strife of the Sages to them. However, this matter was too simple. Liliana's words enlightened me.
She said, "Boss, have you forgotten that they all worship the Shiring Apostles as' Sages'? How can they not believe what the Sages say? You can lie to them and say whatever you want! When the time comes, we can really do a return of the Sages and change the time and place of Satan's betrayal in the Bible. We can just say that the Schilling fleet outside who wants to invade is a rebel army and that they plan to destroy the world. This is also the truth, isn't it? "
I thought that the biggest difference between me and Liliana was their sense of morality. When I considered a problem, my first starting point was whether it would cause social unrest, while this girl's first solution was to lead people into a ditch. You had to admit that the latter method was often simpler and more effective.
Now, I wondered how much of the scriptures of the Church of the Goddess of Life were written by this girl with a similar mentality.
Liliana's idea of using the story in the Bible to explain the current internal strife of the Sages to the Mobradorians was very suitable. Strictly speaking, it was the truth except for being a little strange. Previously, I had been worried that even if the truth was impeccable in all aspects, Mobrador's social order would still be on the verge of collapse. It was just like when the US invaded Iraq. No matter how Bush Junior explained the reason, there were people in Syria who couldn't sleep at night. Even if I knew the truth, how could I not die after being shot in the head?
In the end, it was Icetis's words that enlightened me.
"You just explained the situation like that. Maintaining social order is the native government's own business. Why do you care about whether their society is in chaos or not? This is not your Empire's territory. "
It turned out that people without integrity were generally more open-minded.
However, what Icetis said made sense. He was used to worrying about the subsidiary civilizations under him all day long. When he saw that the society was in chaos, he immediately wanted to get involved. This was an occupational hazard. The natives here had their own social system and management system. They should have the ability to manage themselves. Since the war had already broken out, the most we could do was to find an easy-to-understand explanation based on their cultural habits and let them know what the real situation was like. Sandora and I weren't used to hiding things from ordinary people.
Of course, the fact that the Mobrador civilization was the descendants of Sandora's servant army was also one of the reasons why I cared so much about them.
A mythical version of the modern history of the Empire was quickly written, in which Liliana played a decisive role. She used her experience from writing the Goddess's teachings to modify the situation of the Avengers. In the end, the completed story would be especially intimate to a Christian. This lass had directly copied and pasted it from the Bible. She had only blacked out Satan's name!
Sandora remained silent about this matter. Her current position was a little awkward because the rebels were her old subordinates. Even though we were also wondering if there was a way to help them recover, before they were rescued, the rebels were still the rebels. No matter how many secrets there were, it wouldn't be enough to explain the heinous crime of them firing at their Queen. In the worldview of the Shiring Apostles, this was a felony that would not be appeased even by death by a thousand cuts. Sandora still cared about their friendship, but the other commanders of the Imperial Army were already gnashing their teeth in anger at their former compatriots who had fired at their Queen.
We were already familiar with the problem of how to make official contact with the Mobradorians for the first time. After so many disasters in another world, I had fully understood how much advantage aliens with a higher level of civilization had when it came to contact with the natives of other planets. Basically, no matter what method you used to smash their planet, you would receive a grand reception. In the movies, the alien armies that were tormented to death by shampoo and flu viruses were too embarrassing to admit that they were aliens.
In the middle of a sunny and breezy morning, the Imperial City of the Mobradorians was immersed in a tense and depressing atmosphere. This atmosphere had lasted for twenty-four hours, and some delicate balance was on the verge of collapse. There were basically no pedestrians on the streets, only heavily armed Holy Knights of the Church and government troops hurrying by. This was almost an unimaginable desolate scene in the Pope's City, which used to be incomparably prosperous in the past. Some street corners still had traces of chaos left behind. There were scratched walls, torn pieces of cloth, a few cans, and drink bottles. They were born from a gathering that lasted only five minutes. The highly nervous Holy Knights quickly suppressed the young people who always had rebellious thoughts and gathered outside the Pope's Palace, even though the latter had only agreed to skip class to play games. Reality proved that not studying hard really had a price to pay.
The Pope's City was like a spider's web. The dense but orderly streets were directly planned at the beginning of the city's establishment and were never allowed to be changed, because it embodied the architectural style of the Sages. All these straight streets converged on the huge square in the center of the city, as if tens of thousands of people were gathering to congratulate a huge fortress building. It was tall and majestic, full of a strong metal and mechanical style, with a silver-gray shell, and the walls were inlaid with precious psionic crystals. Obviously, this building was modeled after some kind of Schilling ruins. This place, known as the Pope's Palace, was essentially the highest authority in the entire Mobrador society. Of course, in normal times, it simply appeared as a religious holy land.
Now, the gate of this majestic and sacred place was tightly shut. The plaza that was always filled with the sound of prayers was only guarded by a circle of Holy Knights. These Holy Knights were hidden under silver-gray armor, and they used the weapons in their hands to warn anyone who tried to get close. The low pressure that was condensed above the plaza caused even a mouse that passed by to have to hold its breath as it tried to scurry past.
After the declaration of emergency martial law in the entire galaxy, the Pope's Palace had been closed for a whole day and night. No substantial news came out from inside. No one knew how the man who used the twelve Blunderbuss of Condemnation to maintain peace in Mobrador for hundreds of years planned to solve the current turbulent situation. Some people had pessimistic speculations, because according to the rumors, the crisis that Mobrador was facing this time was at the most fundamental place: the interpretation of the Sages.
For a theocratic society, the change of God's authority was more likely to destroy the entire civilization than a world war.
The rumors were still fermenting in other parts of the world, and there were even two-digit dialect versions in remote places, but in the Pope's City, the rumors had been suppressed. However, no matter how fast the suppression was, it could only be a suppression. The insecurity in the hearts of the people would not dissipate because of the suppression, and some of the improper actions taken by the Church in the beginning had also made the situation much worse.
Before the outbreak of the turmoil, a scholar ran out of the Pope's Palace in a frenzy. He loudly declared that the Sages had returned to destroy the world, and that a civil war had broken out between the Sages, and that the Divine Fog Planet had been destroyed by them in an instant. This scholar was the spokesperson of the Pope's Palace, who was originally going to interpret the scene of the Sages' return in real time to the people. His crazy speech immediately shocked the people waiting in the square, and then what happened next made the situation even worse: the well-respected scholar was burned to death on the spot by the Holy Knight Captain with the Blunderbuss of Condemnation, accused of "blasphemy" without a trial. The Holy Knights took control of all the people in the square, and the latter was released after twelve hours of secret interrogation, but he had lost all memory of the past half a day. Then came the martial law of the galaxy and the lockdown of the Pope's Palace. The Pope himself issued a vague announcement fifteen minutes after the scholar went crazy. The only substantive content of the announcement was that the return of the Sages would be delayed, and then the glorious and sacred city became lifeless.
That was what happened in the Pope's City in the past twenty-four hours, and Sandora and I were analyzing it. As for our position, well, right above the Pope's City, and leading a group of invisible Empire warships.
The aliens had once again exercised their peeping privileges.
"Just how old is this Pope?"
This was the first time I noticed the detailed information of the Church of Pale Blue, and only then did I realize that there was something so important: In the records of the Church of Pale Blue, there was only one Holy Pope, and ever since the establishment of the religion, he had been the only one. This guy had lived for at least three hundred years.
"Him? He is immortal, "Uncle Zaku, who was sitting next to us, whispered in a melancholy voice. Originally, his family of three were just ordinary citizens, so they didn't have to follow us. However, Miriya eventually dragged Uncle Zaku along with them. It was said that her purpose was to let her 'country bumpkin uncle' see the true power of the Sage's spaceship." The Holy Pope received the blessing of the Sage, and became immortal. That is why he claimed to be the inheritor of the ancient truth. The other twelve knights of the church are the same, but they need to rely on the power of the 'Weapon of Condemnation' to maintain their immortal bodies. However, they are also people who are hundreds of years old. "
From Uncle Zaku's voice, I couldn't hear any respect for the so-called Holy Pope, nor could I hear any heretical contempt. It was as if he was talking about a passerby whose name he had only heard of. This was different from an ordinary citizen of Mobrador.
As a result, I came to the conclusion that Uncle Zaku was a genius only in this aspect of being heartless.
The Church of Pale Blue had ruled this world for nearly three hundred years, but its leader was still a mystery to the ordinary people, even though he often appeared in public.
It seemed that someone had deliberately concealed the past of the leader to create a mysterious identity of a 'savior'. With the limited information we had, Sandora and I could only roughly outline the shadow of a paranoid person.
The Holy Bishop appeared more than three hundred years ago, and then rose rapidly. He used an unknown method to awaken the inheritance left behind by the ancient sages. Using this inheritance, he gathered his companions and formed a group of knights, which were the current twelve Knights of Condemnation (including himself, there were thirteen of them). At that time, the Mobrador people were still fighting to the death on their own planet, and there were endless civil wars. However, the thirteen knights who appeared out of nowhere created a mythical miracle. They swept through the armies of every country, using methods unimaginable to ordinary people to command incomparably powerful ancient weapons, defeating wave after wave of opponents. At first, the behavior of the thirteen knights was confusing to everyone. These people did not make any declarations, nor did they declare any political views. As long as there was a war in a place in the world, they would descend on the battlefield and kill all the officers of the warring parties, regardless of their factions. Even the head of a country who made a declaration of war against a hostile country in his own government building would be shot in the head while he was in the middle of a press conference. In the first few years, the thirteen knights were fearfully called the 'Silent Butchers' by the people of the world, and it led to several encirclement and suppression by the allied forces of the entire world. This encirclement and suppression eventually greatly alleviated the population crisis of Mobrador.
However, other than that, the thirteen knights never made a move. They would even openly appear in neutral countries, and they did not carry out any activities, as if they were only proving their 'existence', and would disappear after a wave of panic. This caused everyone to panic.
This silent execution was said to have lasted for eight years, and in the Holy Scripture of the Church of Pale Blue, it was called the Condemnation War. In these eight years, the thirteen knights almost destroyed the military machines of any country that dared to wage war. All wars and hostile acts were crudely prohibited, including racial discrimination and even class discrimination. At this time, some people finally began to understand the intentions of the silent butchers, and the conclusion was laughable: they were promoting world peace …
That's right, promoting world peace. No matter what methods they used, after eight years, no one in the world dared to wage war anymore. Many aggressive countries were even defeated by the Knights of Condemnation into the age of steam. The world was peaceful, and hostile countries that used to kill each other when they met began to smile at each other in international conferences. When two ambassadors met each other, regardless of whether they had a grudge against each other, they would first hug each other for five minutes. Even if the people around them began to doubt their sexual orientation, they would not dare to let go. There was no more bullying between countries internationally. Even when two soldiers on the border met each other, they would first ask each other what they had for breakfast. Racial discrimination had disappeared. Mutants and Beastmen finally dared to walk under the sun. Although the rulers of the upper class were secretly gnashing their teeth, for the ordinary people who had suffered from the long war, peace had really come.
This was a very twisted history in the eyes of outsiders, but the people of Mobrador saw it as the first step in the rise of their civilization. The Thirteen Knights became an existence that made the world tremble. Then, just as you guessed, this bunch of cool guys who never spoke finally spoke up one day.
They finally publicly announced their doctrine. The leader of the Thirteen Knights claimed that he had inherited the knowledge of the Ancient Sages and was fulfilling the mission that they had entrusted to him. He declared that only by establishing a truly unified, firm, and authoritative faith in the Ancient Sages could the world be saved. Then, this group of mysterious people suddenly rose up and established the Church of Grayblue.
The doctrine of the Church of Grayblue was knowledge, order (or obedience), and unity. They worshiped the incredible technology left behind by the Ancient Sages and regarded the items that had flowed out of the technological relics as holy relics. Only the Church of Grayblue had the right to use those holy relics (this was also the reason why Uncle Zaku was afraid that the Sacred Plate in Miriya's hands would be known by others). They regarded the psionic energy in the ancient relics as a holy spring, and named it the Blue Light. The Thirteen Knights … well, after their leader was crowned as the Pope, they should now be called the Twelve Knights. The knowledgeable among the Twelve Knights had researched a safe way to use the Blue Light. Although it was very primitive, it quickly brought Mobrador into the space age. The Church of Grayblue pursued an iron-fisted policy when it came to their doctrine. Fortunately, the content of the doctrine that they needed to use such cruel means to maintain was "unity." Just like what the original Thirteen Knights did, they absolutely forbade the intelligent creatures born on Mobrador from killing each other, which in a way saved the entire world. It was only then that people suddenly realized that the original Thirteen Knights were no longer just thirteen people. They had already pulled together a huge team of fanatics over the years. After they became religious people, the team that was regarded as the world's largest terrorist organization three hundred years ago naturally became the first generation of Archbishops of the Church of Grayblue.
The world's structure was thus determined under absolute power.
Of course, the voices of opposition in the beginning would not disappear. After all, the ordinary races were not the Shiring Apostles, nor did they grow up under the rule of the Shiring Apostles. The original leaders among them could not accept the fact that they suddenly had to listen to the commands of a bunch of fanatics. But obviously, the primary thermal weapons that dominated the world at that time could not go against the satellite cannons, space implosion bombs, Schilling drones, and psionic cannons in the hands of the Twelve Knights and the Pope. So, they could only swallow their anger. Some of the younger leaders even had a very naive fantasy. That was, after the thirteen mentally unstable but extraordinarily powerful lunatics died of old age, perhaps the world would return to peace. This naive fantasy lasted until the youngest of the younger leaders died in the cockpit at the age of two hundred. I think that waiting for the twelve knights to die of old age must have been more painful than the end of Naruto.
This was the most noteworthy history of the Church of Grayblue and the world in the past three hundred years.
After that, the Mobrador civilization flourished. The relics and knowledge unearthed from the Sage's Relic allowed the natives to enter the space stage. In fact, long before the Thirteen Knights appeared, this world already had research on the Sage's Relic, with some simply grasping the technique of using a few relics. After all, the entire Mobrador civilization was built on the foundation of the Sage's Relic. Those who studied ancient knowledge were called 'prover masters' before they were integrated into the Church of Grayblue or wiped out. However, their research on the Sage's Relic and their use of relics was a completely different concept compared to the Thirteen Knights. Perhaps the latter had really inherited ancient memories, and according to records, they could use the satellite cannons as effortlessly as the Shiring Apostles.
"I think the Church of Grayblue has a lot of research value."
Icetis lay on Sandora's shoulder, peeking at the information on the Information Terminal through the gap between Sandora and me. The female gangster exhaled like orchids, while Sandora remained silent under her provocative giant X pressure.
"I don't like the mysterious pope and his organization." Sandora frowned. "Ruling with an iron fist and ruling with indiscriminate slaughter are two different concepts. Moreover, he's using the Empire's legacy to build his own divine altar. Even if that person really worships the Schilling civilization, his actions are displeasing. "
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