The ominous heavy blood color enveloped.
In the bustling city center of "New Inn Port," stands a magnificent cathedral. With white marble as its foundation, soaring spires, and exquisite columns, adorned with tens of thousands of sculptures from renowned artists, it exudes luxurious grandeur without losing its solemn majesty. It is the "Sanctuary of the Queen and Goddess of Navigation," the "New Inn Cathedral."
This cathedral is so influential that the city, which hasn't truly risen for many years, is nad after it. It was built before the harbor, indicating what an impact it has here!
But at this mont, beneath the elegantly soaring spires of the solemn New Inn Cathedral, unexpectedly ca panicked cries:
"Quick! Quick! Quick! Activate the technique!"
In the circular hall, surrounded by mythological murals, a group of at least a hundred clergy in black robes, uniformly holding black wrought iron crosses, the bottom of which is an anchor tip, stood around the do at the center, forming a perfect circle.
Each person was silently praying, silent.
Suddenly hearing the cry of the middle-aged priest who broke in, the black-robed priests, already prepared, seed to have a tacit understanding. Without any words, they all started chanting the Holy Words of the Goddess!
The different tones of each person rged into one, transforming into a single voice. The low buzzing sound carrying a mysterious power was continuously amplified, echoed, and intensified by the circular do.
At the highest point of the building's spire, a high-standing black iron cross began to emit a milky white spiritual light. As the priests' chanting continued, the milky white spiritual light beca increasingly intense, then instantly spread out like ripples.
Gradually spreading across the city...
[Divine Skill: Silent Slumber!]
With the "Ghost Ship" and the "Box of Dead Souls" and "Killing Ghost" on board all detonated and destroyed, the insurgent "Rampagers" had lost all sources of power.
Those "Rampagers" who hadn't mutated fell to the ground, their fate uncertain, while those who had mutated directly turned into a blood mist and completely disappeared into the air.
Soon, only the citizens who narrowly escaped were left trembling in their hos, while a few braver ones cautiously peeked out to check the commotion on the streets.
When the milky white divine wave released by the cathedral swept past, the citizens, awakened by the massive tumult during the night, felt a strong drowsiness again, with ordinary people directly falling asleep with no resistance.
Thud.. thud...
Throughout the city, the sound of bodies falling was widespread, and no one cared if they would catch a cold or even wake up tomorrow.
Because the real disaster had arrived.
The divine is unviewable!
This is the first taboo told to every Extraordinary when they step into transcendence.
The concept information carried by the divine, in terms of rank, mystery, and the divine spirit itself, can inadvertently crush the fragile mind and soul of a human instantly, from spirit to flesh, polluting it.
This is why the Church wanted all citizens to sleep at the first sign of irreversible chaos.
Though crude and simple, at such a ti, it proved very effective.
"Bishop?" After the divine skill took effect, the middle-aged priest standing at the door slightly sighed in relief and bowed to the dry old man standing outside.
In this world, whether in the Orthodox Church or the Evil God Church, the ranks of clergy are largely consistent.
The Pope (also called Shepherd Leader, typically Tier 4 pinnacle), Bishop (normally Tier 3, Archbishop level equivalent to Tier 4 Extraordinary), Dean (usually Tier 2 formal Extraordinary, Grandmaster Tier 3), Priest (equivalent to Tier 1 Apprentice).
Their path is called "Holy Professionals!"
Because of their dependency on the divine spirit, this path is safe, stable, and powerful. As long as the nearly eternal divine spirit doesn't encounter issues, they always cling to the biggest "leg" in the world.
However, the identity of the so-called "Holy Professional" is hard to accept by the Extraordinary.
Ultimately, everything they possess cos from divine grace, with their mortal nature never changed. If they one day lose divine favor, everything they have ever owned will vanish instantly, even as dignified as they once were as a Pope.
Nevertheless, appearing at the entrance at this mont is a Bishop who is already among the higher echelons in the Church, even across the Phaletis Kingdom, not many like him.
"The situation hasn't worsened to the most severe stage, what's released is rely a projection."
Also afraid to look directly at the sky, but observing the Evil God's movents through so detection spell utilizing divine power of the Goddess, the old Bishop Benedict could perceive the specifics of the "Evil God." His tense nerves slightly relaxed.
"Bring forth the Holy Spear: Durandal!"
Upon hearing the old bishop's order, the priests gathered under the do busily went about their roles, seemingly finding their backbone.
....
"Oh hahaha, that's the taste of freedom! Ah, betrayal, hatred, sorrow, despair...! Such wonderful emotions, the best seasoning for a splendid opera!"
In an aria in the sa vein as the "Box of Dead Souls," the Evil God Perseus, dressed like an opera actor, danced in mid-air, lacking the imagined majesty of a divine spirit.
"Ah! Sorry sorry, everyone. I didn't notice so many spectators ca to greet . I'm just too happy! Oh hahaha..."
Only just realizing the remaining three warships and the Legendary Battleship "Steam Fortress" on the sea, Perseus bows exaggeratedly in all directions to offer apologies, like there really were audiences seated all around.
"Ah ha! And the city, the bustling crowds, the vibrant land—it's the stage I need!"
Yet, no matter how exaggerated his actions seem, no one can see.
Because upon hearing the cracking sound of the seal, under the commander's orders, everyone had already bowed their heads, closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of viewing the terrifying sight.
At the scene, the only one daring to detect Evil God Perseus through so ans was probably Tier 3 Upper-Rank Wizard Princeton.
If it were the fallen God of Opera himself descending, he would undoubtedly flee as far as possible, but since it's rely a projection, as long as it doesn't reveal the mythical form, it wouldn't make him powerless to resist.
"Indeed, though the seal is temporarily broken, through preliminary weakening, the power accumulated by 'Killing Ghost' over seven days, even with Wack Wells sacrificed in a blood ritual, could only transmit limited power."
Standing at the forefront of the steel giant ship, Princeton remained upright, seemingly unable to be bowed by even a divine spirit. Calmly, he even had the mood to critique the Evil God's projection.
After that extravagant bow in all directions, the Evil God, unconcerned with the "cold" response from the audience, continued his aria:
"To thank everyone for joining this great spectacle, please allow to personally close the curtain for you!
The closing performance is: Solo Opera 'Death Poem'!"
"Ah——!
History is watching ,
Let tell you,
Things I didn't know in my youthful pride:
You cannot control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.
..."
The chant clearly reached the ears of the sailors, maintaining an exaggerated tone like an opera perforr, but added emotions belonging to the divine spirit!
Frenzy, coldness, savagery, bloodlust...
Each word seed like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell, dragging the souls of listeners towards hell bit by bit.
The chant covered this sea area, spreading further in the direction of New Inn Port. Regardless of the effects of these lyrics, if unchecked, soon "New Inn Port" would beco a ghost town!
"Cover your ears, don't listen!"
The fleet commander, eyes closed and ears covered, desperately shouted. Such an attack by a divine spirit, even if it's only a projection, is far beyond what ordinary people or even low-tier Extraordinary can withstand.
But his reminder was of no help for the sailors' predicant. How could a divine attack be this easy to resist?
"Ah——"
Bam!
Just as the commander finished speaking, a sailor on deck suddenly shot himself through the head.
"Ah! My eyes!" Another, as if possessed, reached up to gouge out his own eyes, only to realize afterward and held his head, crying out.
Soone else intended to pierce their eardrum with a sharp dagger, but used too much force and pierced their brain too!
At this point, even Princeton could hardly remain indifferent, slightly furrowing his brow and looking towards the city direction: "Why is there no response from the Church yet?"
As if in response to his thoughts.
At the very center of the city in the port direction, a pure holy white light suddenly shone brightly!
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