In this huge square space, there was only a large desk and a thick solid wooden chair behind it. A burly middle-aged man with a square face was sitting in the chair, looking at Chen Mo with a deep gaze.
He was the actual controller of Libya, Vice President Du Peng.
Behind him was a huge T-shaped hole that occupied the entire wall. Through the hole in the middle, one could clearly see Libya City filled with tall buildings.
This office was located on the top floor of Libya's tallest building, the Church Building. From here, one could overlook the entire Libya, including Nisus in the distance.
It was sunset, and the golden sunlight covered the entire city with a layer of gold, making it look extremely grand and magnificent.
The sunlight shone in from the T-shaped hole, adding some brightness to this slightly dark space.
A golden beam of light shot from behind Du Peng and enveloped him, adding a sense of holiness and majesty.
Looking at the solemn Du Peng behind the desk in front of him, Chen Mo calmly sensed his state.
"Sure enough!"
Chen Mo sneered in his heart.
This president of the Church, Vice President of Libya, Du Peng, was also an emotional offender!
This was actually not appropriate, as Libya's laws were not equal. As the supreme ruler of Libya, the Pope and the members of the Parliament were not bound by the law. The Pope's words were the law. He said that emotions brought about war, so having emotions became a crime. If the members of the Parliament broke the law, only the Pope had the right to punish them. Therefore, the so-called emotional crimes had no binding force on the leaders of the Church.
The emotional crimes themselves were just a way to destroy humanity and eliminate resistance in order to stabilize their rule. Naturally, they did not need to become emotionless puppets like the civilians and the people they ruled.
They usually pretended to treat the people at the lower levels equally and acted as if they were emotionless. In fact, they were just acting like politicians. No one supervised them and no one could punish them. If they were accidentally discovered by the people at the lower levels, they could just kill them directly. They still had to maintain their image to the outside world.
"Thank you for coming, Priest. I think you know who I am."
Du Peng sat on the large solid wooden chair behind the desk and spoke to Chen Mo with a dignified expression.
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Mo's face was cold and serious as he replied in a deep voice.
"You're Vice President Du Peng, President of the Third Senate of the Church of Jehovah, and the spokesperson of the Pope!"
Du Peng didn't have any reaction to Chen Mo's words. His dignified eyes were fixed on Chen Mo's face, carefully observing his reaction.
"To be honest, Priest, someone told me that you're using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. As long as someone triggers emotions, you'll notice it almost immediately."
Du Peng said slowly while staring into Chen Mo's eyes.
"Also, ever since you became an official clergyman, you've personally killed more than a thousand emotional criminals."
"My record is excellent, sir!"
Chen Mo's eyes were as calm as water, and his face was expressionless. There was neither joy nor anxiety on his face. Just like all the people who had been injected with Poseidon, there were no fluctuations in his emotions.
It was as if a thousand people were just a number in his eyes, and he didn't have any psychological burden.
Looking at Chen Mo's reaction, Du Peng nodded satisfactorily.
This meeting didn't last long. After encouraging Chen Mo and expressing the importance that the Pope and the Church had for Chen Mo, Du Peng continued to carefully observe Chen Mo's reaction. After confirming that Chen Mo was a resolute warrior with firm faith and loyal to the Pope and the Church, Du Peng was satisfied and let Chen Mo go down to prepare for the Church's strength test.
After many days of crazy fighting, Chen Mo's gunfighting skills had now surpassed John Peston's. Naturally, there was no problem for him to pass the Senior Priest's test.
After the strength test had verified that Chenmo's strength had indeed reached the level of a senior cleric, and his accumulated merits had met the requirements for promotion to a senior cleric, Du Peng immediately signed an order to promote Chenmo to a senior cleric.
For many years, the Church's top military force had only been six Senior Priests, but today, there was finally a seventh. At the same time, it was also the fastest promoted Senior Priest since the establishment of the Jehovah's Priesthood.
When Chen Mo left the Church building that day, he changed his priest robe into a black Senior Priest robe. Although the style was the same, it was more powerful and handsome than the original gray robe. Most importantly, it symbolized higher power and status.
It should be known that, except for the original Church Elders, the new members of the Parliament were all from the Senior Priests. Now, there were two people in the Parliament who were promoted from the original Senior Priests after the vacancy in the Parliament. Therefore, Senior Priests were not only the highest law enforcers under the Parliament, but also the only way to be promoted to true power.
After all, only those in the Parliament could be regarded as the true ruler of Libya and ignore the existence of the law.
When Chen Mo walked out of the Church building in his black Senior Priest robe, he was seen by Brent who had just returned with Ello Patje.
Seeing Chen Mo's black Senior Priest robe, Brent's eyes couldn't help but widen. His face was full of shock.
How …?!
He has become a Senior Priest!
How is this possible!
Brent's eyes were fixed on Chen Mo's Senior Priest robe that he dreamed of. The jealousy and unwillingness in Brent's heart burned like a raging fire, constantly roasting his heart.
That should be mine!
Why should I give it to him!
Isn't it just killing some ant-like emotional criminals?
I can't accept this!
Just as Brent was burning with jealousy, Aylo Patje suddenly said.
"Don't look, we can't compare to a peerless genius like him."
Brent was awakened by Ello Patje's voice. He quickly adjusted his expression so that no one would notice his abnormality.
But then, he suddenly seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned his head to look at Ello Patje. His tone just now seemed to be …
Ello Patje didn't notice Brent's abnormality. When he saw Brent turn around, he turned his head and continued to walk into the building.
Brent followed behind Ello Patje and carefully recalled his tone just now. At the same time, his eyes swept back and forth on Ello Patje's body.
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