Chapter 573

The suburbs of Sartre, which quietly began martial law.

On a peak of the seven pillars.

The headquarters of the God of knowledge, the Cathedral of wisdom.

This is an observatory made of marble, equipped with the most advanced telescopes and astrometers of the Empire.

A simple, bald, barefoot ascetic walked slowly to the top of the observatory.

Around him, one high church level after another appeared.

The breath on each of them was coagulated and terrible, and the light of wisdom twinkled in their eyes.

"In accordance with previous resolutions."

"The Pope was limited, the emperor opened the ceremony of becoming a God, and all the conditions were met... I took over the highest authority of the 'Holy Church of wisdom' according to the emergency plan a-23."

The ascetic glanced at everyone present with his eyes that seemed to have only white eyes: "the Imperial Emperor is not allowed to become a God. This is the oracle of the seven gods! The seven God pillars are prepared for this."

"Other churches have contacted us and can start."

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

Before long, a strong light rose from the top of the observatory, like a sharp sword of light, straight into the sky.

……

Night Palace Square.

Sulu raised his eyebrows and looked at the peak of the seven pillars around sartred, where several pillars of light rose into the sky. Many believers thought it was the blessing of the seven gods to the Empire.

"Tut tut... Originally, the seven God pillars had such a purpose, which was to control the death of the royal family... If I were the emperors of the Caesar family, I would certainly want to move the capital... However, it seems that in the ignorant ancient times, the divine power even overwhelmed the royal power. Even the Caesar family, it was after the holy war that the seven God Church split and took control of its own destiny after three years A hundred years of savings, but also the wild hope of God! "

In his induction, the strong pressure centered on the seven pillars, transferred from the spirit world, and wound around Antonio Caesar with a principle similar to curse.

Affected by this, his triple virtual shadow began to overlap and fluctuated, showing signs of instability.

"Gods... It's hateful. That's why I don't choose a place where gods exist... But Antonio can't help it. He's not a [traveling mage]..."

Sulu continued to watch the play.

Gods have a battlefield of gods.

Now it's just some legendary and mythical "little soldiers" fighting. It's too cheap to take the lead.

What's more, if the Caesar family can't even cope with this storm, you don't have to think about becoming a God. Just wash and sleep.

……

The world in the mirror.

One mirror after another is broken.

Cirel's many figures in the mirror became embarrassed and bleeding all over.

The five great popes spent their spare time, and some even held a semi artifact in their hands: "Cyril... Your loyalty is in the wrong place... You should be loyal to God, not man."

"I will never believe in external gods!"

Cyril's firm voice came from all directions.

"Stupid!"

Storm Pope Darcy was surrounded by a terrible tornado, mixed with lightning, and instantly broke more than a dozen mirrors: "even if we are not here, the church will act according to the plan and use the power of the seven pillars. His majesty can't last long."

"Ha ha..."

Cyril stood up firmly: "do you think... Only the priest of the war church has wavered?"

"What?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the faces of the five Pope suddenly changed!

……

Storm cathedral.

"Fazel, what are you doing?"

Amid the roar, a terrible explosion emerged, directly blowing the dome of the cathedral into the sky.

In a piece of dust, an ocean giant more than ten meters high emerged.

Its huge mountain like body is covered with a layer of blue scales. There are strange runes and marks in the center of each scale. There is a frog like meat film on its hand, and two fish gills appear on its cheeks.

——Mythical body!

A sixth level professional is trying his best to show his mythical body, which has caused great damage to the storm church at once.

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

"What am I doing?" The blue sea giant roared: "of course, purify faith and expel foreign gods!"

"So you fell to the Empire."

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

"Sorry... Teacher."

Even if the blue giant spoke calmly, his voice was like a roar: "after becoming a myth, no one can seduce me. I'm just acting according to my own heart!"

If outsiders hear this sentence, they must be very surprised.

After all, Fazel is the most outstanding genius in the storm church. It is even rumored that he is a strong competitor for the next pope!

Even such people have chosen to betray the church.

To what extent have the hidden contradictions in the church intensified?

At the same time.

Various "betrayals" and "situations" have appeared in the five major churches.

The seven sacred pillars roared, and the huge earthquake and explosion spread, even in the night palace.

"Oh? Something's wrong? Is Antonio's mad king so provocative? So many people beat him to death just for a slogan of 'expelling foreign gods'? Many are still vested interests of the church? Are you kidding?"

Sulu's face showed a trace of doubt and looked at Antonio.

After the restraint of the seven God pillars continued to weaken, the triple virtual shadows had gradually overlapped and turned into an indescribable virtual shadow.

It is indescribable and incomprehensible, but it accommodates new forces after 'War', 'kingship', 'ID' and so on.

At this time, the nameless shadow was slowly curling into Antonio's body.

When it is fully accommodated by Antonio, a new God is born!

"Lord Gregory!"

A marquess came to Sulu quietly and made the chancellor of the exchequer wriggle uneasily: "Marquis Nicholas!"

Nicholas did not care about the chancellor of the exchequer at all, and his eyes were low, Looking at Sulu's toes: "every professional in the empire is fighting for his Majesty's success. There are fronts everywhere... Our strength has been stretched, but... There is another huge variable, that is, the White Eagle Federation and the Church of the goddess of light. Therefore... I have brought your Majesty's request. Please stop their attack."

"Have you made up your mind? I can only do it once!"

Sulu said calmly.

"This is it." Said the Marquis of Nicholas decidedly.

"Then... As you wish."

Sulu promised.

Although there is a drop in the price at this time, bullying ordinary professionals is always cheaper than carrying the gods in the later stage.

Moreover, the other party begged him to do it, but he didn't shirk his responsibility.