Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 382

[Chapter 381 New Era]

It is Monday, May 31, 1027 of the New Calendar.

Palmouth, Mithras Palace.

King Arthur VI stood on the high building of the palace, looking at the crowds of people gathering in the square: “History… has turned a new page, but unfortunately Sodom is not the protagonist!”

“Inves will become stronger and more powerful at the same time. Stability, this is the glory that belongs to the royal family.”

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom bowed.

Nicholas, wearing the red robe of a cardinal archbishop, stood silently behind the new Holy Spirit Pope Cicero Mercado, a poor guy who was pushed out of the balance and took the blame by all parties.

“Let’s go, today…we are all the audience.”

Arthur VI smiled on his face.

A group of people entered slowly. Cicero, wearing a noble and gorgeous papal robe, a triple crown of sun, moon and stars, holding a scepter, walked up to the high platform, faced the microphone with amplification effect, and began his speech:

“First of all ,

, let us mourn for the dead and injured in the ‘Podium Massacre’, and may the Holy Spirit accept their souls…”

“Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit has given His miracles, allowing His three allies to come to the earth to guide the lost. The soul…”

The people in the audience were a little commotion. After all, the Holy Spirit Church has always been the state religion and has deep faith.

If the pope suddenly takes the lead in creating a schism, devout believers will find it very confusing.

The chaos spread more and more, turning into a noise, and there were signs of riots…

Nicholas looked at this scene, lowered his head together with other archbishops, and mourned the decline of the Holy Spirit Religion.

‘No matter how huge your faith is, without power, it is ultimately vain! ‘

‘Cicero took the blame this time. In his hands, the Holy Spirit Church lost its religious monopoly. I’m afraid the next Red Robe Conference will launch an impeachment against him…’

‘Although the Holy Spirit Church has also obtained permission, it can Form your own team of Beyonders, but compared to those ancient religious groups, our background is too little… Perhaps, this is also my opportunity to introduce the power of the ‘Invisible Hermitage’, so that the Holy Spirit Cult and the Hermitage can Join together and let the great Lord return to his throne and initiate a revolution…’

…

At this time, Cicero’s voice was still reaching Nicholas’s ears.

“With the approval of His Majesty the King, the following three churches also believe in the ‘True God’ and have the same missionary power as the Holy Spirit Church in the land where the glory of the great Inves shines!”

“They are – the Church of the God of Wisdom and the God of Death. Church, Church of the God of Ice! Below… here are three Your Majesty…”

The people in the square became more and more commotion, some of them collapsed, shouting “I don’t believe it”, “Oh God”, “Holy Spirit Curse” “You guys” and other words wanted to rush to the podium, some were calm and indifferent, and some were secretly happy.

Public sentiment has been widely aroused, like a powder keg that can explode with a spark.

At this time, Harnot Egg, who was dressed in religious robes, and Buzg Hash, who had a dead expression on his face, and the iceberg beauty Anastasia walked onto the stage together.

“Quiet!”

Anastasia looked at the turbulent audience, an invisible spell with magic echoing on the tip of her tongue.

Whoops!

Just like a cold wind blowing across the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a huge glacier, cold and majestic blowing towards them.

The original noise disappeared instantly, like a duck being grabbed by the neck.

Some weak people could not even resist this majesty and knelt down.

“My Lord, the God of Death, is in charge of the destination of everyone’s souls after death. After all souls leave the body, they will pass through the ‘River of Death’ and flow to the underworld, which is the final destination of all souls…”

Buzig Harsh said: ” Any mortal who offends the true God will have his soul dissolved by the ‘River of Death’ after death, and will never be able to obtain sleep and peace!”

With his indifferent and cold words, he outlined a terrifying scene in the minds of all believers.

Everyone seems to have seen the illusory river that has no beginning and no end, running through life and death, the world and the underworld.

Countless translucent spirits flowed, struggled, and sank in the river…

For those who have faith, this threat of death is more effective than anything else!

The bishops of the Holy Spirit Church looked pale. As soon as the Death Church came up, they took away the right to interpret the soul’s destination after death! This is a huge blow!

“Our Lord is the God of Wisdom. He does not hesitate to share knowledge with all living beings and promote the progress of science!”

Harnot Egger’s speech was much gentler, effectively calming the panic of mortals: “Our church welcomes all knowledgeable people. Scholars join… Our Lord protects every believer in him… He will lead the souls of believers in the underworld to ascend to his kingdom of God! “

…

“Is this… the power of true God?”

“Supernatural power. Does it really exist?”

“Three true gods, three true gods…”

Metana stood in the group of nobles and looked at the scene in the square.

Some devout believers cried bitterly, but covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

Some believers were delighted to witness the supernatural power with their own eyes, and many reporters were already writing articles quickly with their eyes red.

Although the flow of information in this era is still not smooth, ‘rumors’ that the three True God churches may have supernatural powers will continue to spread outside Pulmouth.

The reason why it is a ‘rumor’ is naturally the compromise between the three churches and the royal family.

Of course, when asked about supernatural power, they would not deny its existence.

This alone is enough to turn the fortress of faith of the Holy Spirit Sect into a toy like a sand dune, and then crush it with one kick!

A large number of believers have begun to waver!

Unfortunately… the ‘Holy Spirit’ doesn’t exist, and Aaron doesn’t care.

“A new era…has arrived.”

Metana looked at this scene and murmured in a low voice.

…

“Let’s begin.”

In the dream world.

Aaron stood in a dark forest and also said to himself.

After half a month of devouring and digesting, he had reached the peak of the fourth essence, meeting the prerequisite requirements for promotion to the ‘Perfect’ and ‘Adam’.

During this period, he was also secretly exploring the spiritual world, driving spiritual creatures to build wonders for him.

This black forest is a secret realm in the spiritual world. It is an unexpected gain from my good friend, the Black Pharaoh.

After exploring, Aaron initially selected this place to build his own ‘wonder’.

A large number of seconded mummy guards are struggling to carry boulders and excavate soil…

Under this forest, an inverted pyramid has begun to take shape.

“I always have an inexplicable sense of seeing myself building a mausoleum…”

Aaron walked into the hastily completed pyramid and reached the bottom.

There was no coffin there, just a dark throne.

“Alas…that’s the end of the ‘Black Pharaoh’s’ aesthetic.”

He muttered, sat on the throne, and a pure white, faceless wax statue appeared in his hand.

The promotion of the fifth essence has begun…

(End of this chapter)