The suburbs of Sacred, which quietly began martial law.

Above a certain peak of the Seven Divine Pillar.

The headquarters of the God of Knowledge, the Cathedral of Wisdom.

This is an observatory with a main body made of marble, equipped with the most advanced telescopes and astrology instruments of the Empire.

A ascetic who dressed in a simple manner, had no hair and barefoot, slowly walked to the top of the observatory.

Around him, one church after another appeared.

The aura on each of them was condensed and terrifying, and the light of wisdom flashed in their eyes.

“According to previous resolutions.”

"The Pope is restricted, and the emperor has started the ritual of becoming a god, and all conditions are met... I will take over the highest authority of the 'Saturday of Wisdom' according to the emergency plan of a-23."

The ascetic glanced at everyone present with his eyes that seemed to have only the whites of his eyes: "The Emperor of the Empire is not allowed to become a god, this is the oracle of the Seven Gods! The Seven Gods Pillar is prepared for this."

“Other churches have contacted us and can start.”

They walked into the center of the observatory one after another.

Not long after, a strong light rose from the top of the observatory, like a sharp sword of light that pierced the sky.

...

Night Palace Square.

Sulu raised his eyebrows and looked at the peak of the Seven Gods Pillar around Sacred. There, several light pillars soared into the sky. Many believers thought it was the blessing of the Seven Gods to the empire.

"Tsk tsk... The Seven Gods Pillar has such an intention, which simply controls the death of the royal family... If I were the emperors of the Caesar family, I would definitely think about moving the capital... However, it seems that in the ignorant ancient times, the divine power had to overwhelm the royal power. Even the Caesar family was divided after the Holy War and grasped their own destiny. After three hundred years of savings, they also had the ambition to be a god!"

In his induction, the powerful pressure was centered on the Seven Divine Pillars, and was transformed from the spiritual world, and was tangled on Antonio Caesar with a principle similar to curses.

Affected by this, the phantoms that began to overlap on his body swayed and showed signs of instability.

‘The gods... are so hateful, so I don’t choose a place where gods exist... But Antonio has no choice. He is not [Live Master]…’

Sulu continued to watch the show.

Gods have battlefields for gods.

Now it's just some legends and myths' "soldiers" fighting, and taking the lead would be too expensive.

What's more, if the Caesar family can't even deal with this storm, then there is no need to think about becoming a god, just take a shower and go to bed.

...

The world in the mirror.

Mirrors shattered one after another.

Siriel's figures in many mirrors became embarrassed and covered in blood.

But the five major popes have a good time, and some even hold a semi-artifact in their hands: "Cyrel... your loyalty is used in the wrong place... you should be loyal to God, not man."

"I will never believe in the external god!"

Cyrel's firm voice came from all directions.

"madness!"

A terrifying tornado surrounded by Pope Darcy, mixed with lightning, instantly broke more than a dozen mirrors: "Even if we are not here, the church will act according to the plan and activate the power of the Seven Gods Pillars. His Majesty the Emperor will not last long."

"hehe……"

Cyrel stood firmly: "Do you think...only the pastor of the War Church is shaken?"

"What?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the five popes' expressions changed!

...

Storm Cathedral.

"Fazel, what are you doing?"

Amid the angry shouts, a terrifying explosion emerged, directly blew the dome of the cathedral into the sky.

In the dust, a sea giant more than ten meters high appeared.

Its mountain-like body is covered with a layer of blue scales. Each scale has strange runes and marks in the center, and there is also a frog-like flesh membrane on its hands. Two fish gills appear on its cheeks.

Body of myth!

A sixth-level profession is showing his mythical body with all his might, which has caused huge damage to the Storm Church.

In the ruins, a trace of dark red blood overflowed.

"What am I doing?" The blue ocean giant roared: "Of course it is to purify faith and expel foreign gods!"

"So you turned to the empire."

An old man standing in the void and wearing a blue robe looked in disbelief: "Why... why do you all choose to betray your faith? What did the empire give you?"

"Sorry... teacher."

Even if the blue giant spoke quietly, his voice was like a roar: "After becoming a myth, no one can win over me, I am just following my own heart!"

If outsiders hear this, they will definitely be very surprised.

After all, Fazel is the best genius in the Storm Church, and it is even rumored that he is a strong contender for the next pope!

Even such people chose to betray the church.

How did the contradiction hidden in the church intensify?

At the same time.

Various "betrayal" and "conditions" appeared among the five major churches.

The Seven Divine Pillar roared, and huge earthquakes and explosions spread, even in the Night Palace.

"Oh? All of them are in trouble? Is Antonio's crazy king so strong? Just for the slogan of "expelling the external gods", so many people beat him to death? Many are still vested interests of the church? Are you kidding?"

Sulu looked at Antonio with a hint of suspicion on his face.

After the restraint of the Seven Divine Pillars was constantly weakening, the three phantoms had gradually overlapped and turned into an indescribable phantom.

It cannot be described and difficult to understand, but it accommodates the new power after "war", "king power", "self" and so on.

At this moment, the indescribable phantom was slowly curling into Antonio's body.

When it is completely accommodated by Antonio, a new god is born!

"His Excellency Glegry!"

A marquis came quietly to Sulu, causing the Chancellor of Finance to twist his body uneasy: "Marquis Nichles!"

Nickles did not care about the Chancellor of the Finance Minister at all, his eyes lowered, and looked at Sulu's toes: "Every profession in the empire is fighting for His Majesty to become a god, and there are fronts everywhere... Our strength is already short of strength, but... there is another huge variable, that is, the White Eagle Federation and the Church of the Goddess of Light. Therefore... I brought His Majesty's request, please stop their attack."

"Have you thought about it? I will only take action once!"

Sulu said calmly.

"It's this time." Marquis Nichles said decisively.

"Then...as you wish."

Sulu jawhead agreed.

Although the price is a bit reduced at this time, bullying ordinary professionals is always a good advantage than bullying the gods in the later stage.
Chapter completed!