On Thousand Peaks!
There is a unique building.
Clouds shroud this place year-round, obscuring its geography.
Not even airplanes fly over here.
For a thousand miles around, it’s all mountains and wastelands, with no trace of human presence.
The outside world has another na for this place, calling it Chaotic Hill Spot.
At this mont, a massive statue stands atop Thousand Peaks.
Through layers of mist, one can see it’s a statue of God!
And the statue sits at the mountain peak inside the castle!
The castle covers several square kiloters and is incredibly large.
Inside, there are over a hundred buildings and a giant cathedral.
The cross is extrely conspicuous!
At this ti, on the training ground inside the castle, tens of thousands of people are drilling.
The sound of shouts is unending.
The cathedral is packed with people.
Standing high above is the Archbishop, dressed in a red robe, with a cigar in his mouth, watching the news on his phone.
The people below are discussing fervently, although their statuses are all very prominent.
Even Father Zack can only sit in the fifth row.
"Alright, gentlen, quiet down." The Archbishop took a drag on his cigar, exhaled smoke, and turned around, aiming his phone at the screen.
"What’s going on? You are God’s people, how could you be so disgraceful?"
On the enormous screen inside the cathedral, two Western martial artists are bloodied, holding a spiritual tablet.
"Archbishop, we encountered a master. God’s bracelet was shattered." The martial artist in red raised his hand, revealing the damaged bracelet on his wrist.
"Fuck!"
The Archbishop spat out his cigar and pointed at the screen, angrily shouting, "Who did this!"
"Silvio’s n! We had already gathered many believers; everyone believed in God’s existence and was willing to submit to the Church! But these people show up, not only embarrassing us but also tarnishing the Church’s dignity!"
The martial artist in red was furious and unwilling!
"They even gave us this spiritual tablet to humiliate us!"
He raised the spiritual tablet, showing it to everyone!
The Church turned into an uproar!
"Unbelievable, we need to send the Crusaders, send the righteous forces to eliminate them, and restore the Church’s dignity!"
"That’s right, God is sacred! They humiliate God, we cannot tolerate this!"
"Punish them!"
The cathedral was filled with righteous indignation and loud shouting.
"Quiet." The Archbishop extended his hand to signal everyone to stop arguing, "Listen to , my brothers and sisters."
"Now and before are different, Zack has been exposed on the Blood Sweat Ridge. For our Church, this is indeed an opportunity."
"I have been here since I was born! Now I’m over seven hundred years old, and I’m still here."
"It’s ti for us to go out, to see the outside world, let the outside world see us."
"Right, didn’t Zack say, the Dragon family could be our friend, to join forces? I think it’s a good opportunity to go out and serve God!"
"This world lacks love, lacks care, who are we? We are God’s emissaries, we must give them warmth, give them love!"
After the Archbishop finished speaking, a round of applause followed from below.
"Now that this incident has happened, the Church’s dignity has been questioned. We need to carefully consider how to proceed."
He pointed at Father Zack, opened his mouth to ask, "Zack, you’ve been outside all these years, what do you think about this matter?"
Although the Church is here, they cannot completely abandon influence on the outside world.
Many top masters have been sent out, operating in secret.
So have even replaced certain families, becoming the true leaders.
"There’s nothing to see, what more is there to see? We’ve already been slapped in the face by the Church; amidst the upheaval in martial arts, we must restore our dignity!"
Zack stood up, smiled, and bowed to the Archbishop, "The Dragon family can beco our ally, then in this world, our only enemy is Silvio!"
"But what about Julius? I rember Julius should be the one who suppressed us for thousands of years, right?"
The Archbishop inquired again.
"The leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has long been finished! If he still had influence, would the world be like this?" Zack disdainfully said, "A man who lost control over the situation isn’t worth our consideration. Conversely, Silvio is indeed a top master, with remaining forces quite strong!"
"Trent Marsh, rember Trent Marsh. Yes, precisely that so-called first War God, he’s Silvio’s underling, we must deal with Silvio, first eliminate this guy."
Zack thought for a while, sat back down, "That’s my suggestion."
"Others have dumped shit on us, and we can’t tolerate it." The Archbishop extended his hand, and a person beside him imdiately handed over a cigar.
"Soon, I’ll go inspect, all of you get prepared. Zack, you’re responsible for contacting allies, Leva, you go organize the Crusaders."
After the Archbishop finished speaking, applause echoed through the cathedral.
"Alright, everyone prepare, we’re ready to see the outside scenery." The Archbishop smiled and nodded, leaving the cathedral first.
Zack and Leva, the two masters, followed closely behind.
"Archbishop, are you sure you want to hide this news?" Zack was very worried.
"If I tell them now that the spiritual power of this mountain is about to dry up, what do you think will happen?" The Archbishop, with a cigar in his mouth, snorted faintly, "They will panic, they will worry!"
"It’s better to hide it from them, give them confidence, and seize the mont to fight out and establish a foothold. The chaotic state, a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity."
The Archbishop extended his hand, embracing the air, "Give the world love and peace."
"Indeed, let holy light shine over the whole world." Leva echoed from the side.
The three of them were inspecting a group of children on the training ground.
"Father, these ten passed the aptitude test, but among the remaining over five hundred children, there’s almost no chance to beco a Great Grandmaster." Leva pointed at the group of children waiting for arrangent.
"Old rules, send the ten into training, as for the five hundred, tell them to go down the mountain to spread the teachings, then take them to the cliff’s edge and push them all off." The Archbishop said routinely.
"Alright, I’ll arrange it now." Leva nodded, turned, and communicated with several martial artists.
The Archbishop, with a cigar in his mouth, didn’t care at all about those children earlier.
"By the way, is it confird that it’s Silvio who wants to oppose us?" he inquired.
"Silvio wants to unite the world; our Church’s power makes him too apprehensive."
Zack explained.
"Silvio... interesting. Tomorrow I’ll personally descend the mountain to et these people. Your plans remain unchanged. But rember, do not reveal the news that the spiritual power of this mountain is going to dry up." The Archbishop quietly advised.
"Rest assured, nobody knows." Zack nodded.
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