Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 571 - 0571: Triple (Third Update Request for Subscription)

Chapter 571: Chapter 0571: Triple (Third Update Request for Subscription)

“Cyril… you… betrayed your own faith?”

Cody’s voice trembled: “How dare you… blaspheme?”

“Everyone, wake up… those great beings don’t need faith, it’s our ancestors who shamelessly attributed it to them… Although they occasionally perform miracles, it’s not to protect the people…”

Cyril sneered: “The so-called ‘God loves the world’ is the biggest lie in the world! Not only that… they are indifferent and mad, persecuting the talented occupational people of our own world… Are you all blind?”

“The emergence of a new God is not a good thing, such power is too grand and vast, mere occupational people easily lose themselves in it, becoming bloodthirsty and brutal; that would be a disaster to the world… Just like the Wild God of the past.” Brittany said sorrowfully.

“No… those are just excuses, just lies! I have not deserted my faith in war, only changed my God.” Cyril laughed maniacally, looking at Antonio Caesar standing below, receiving the worship of many nobles, armies, and civilians: “A God truly of our land, who loves the world, willing to protect us!”

The Pope of the God of War was the biggest blasphemer!

Even if this news got out, no one would believe it!

And yet, such a situation has occurred.

The five Pastoral Leaders were speechless for a moment.

But then Cyril tore open his own chest for everyone to see the blood-branded imprint made of circles and crosses on his chest: “To maintain the appearance of the faithful, I used a marvel made of a [Blasphemous Priest], quite effective, isn’t it? And this is the greatest proof!”

“If the God of War was always watching over His church in this world, would He let a ‘blasphemer’ like me sit on the throne of the Pope? Ha-Ha…”

Cyril laughed with sadness: “As evidenced… to all the gods, we are but ants, even the rise and fall of the world, means nothing to them… these vile and cold ‘foreign gods’ should all be expelled from this world!”

He seemed to tear off a pretense, presenting a cold and cruel fact to the many popes, plunging the scene into silence for a moment.

The church is also just an organizational structure, naturally there is the possibility of it being infiltrated and controlled.

But Antonio’s move was incredibly audacious, covertly controlling the Pope of the Church of War!

Not only that, once he becomes seventh order, with the divine spirits related to war, the entire Church of War could potentially become his followers!

The ambition of his majesty is obviously very big!

“Heretic!”

Brittany made a devout gesture and declared in a low voice: “You have betrayed your faith, Cyril!”

“Heretic!”

The popes of the God of Flames, the God of Knowledge, the Lady of Storm, and the God of the Ocean began to speak in turn: “You will be judged!”

“No one can judge me! Except the God I believe in!”, Cyril indifferently said.

At this moment, darkness enshrouds everything around them.

The Pope of the Church of War slowly takes out a silver mirror.

In an instant, all surrounding scenery undergoes a bizarre transformation, as if reflections in the mirror, left and right swap, up and down reverse.

“Caeser family’s ‘Mirror of Eris’!”

The five great Popes stand up, with a deep pressure spreading out.

In countless mirror surfaces, Cyril’s figure emerges: “Now we are all in the ‘Mirror World’, unless you catch me, you will never be able to leave, and interfere with my Lord’s God-making Ceremony.”

Although the six of them are in a fierce fight, from an outsider’s perspective, the six Popes are still sitting peacefully under the coloured canopy, with all the struggle taking place in secret.

Su Lu is looking at this scene with interest, his gaze easily penetrates the disguise of the mirror surface, arriving in the Mirror World, becoming a powerful onlooker and uninvolved party.

‘So Antonio has secretly controlled the Church of War? What a good strategy… However, the power of the five major churches is not just represented by five symbolic Popes.’

Just then, a voice reaches his ear.

In front of the Night King Palace, Antonio Caesar, wearing the ‘Crown of Neger’, amidst the turmoil, reaches up towards the sky, shouting out an proclamation: “I am the country!”

When these words were spoken, the crowd almost boiled over.

Many nobles, some covering their mouths in shock, while others showing a deep and inscrutable expression, are actually clueless about what has happened, their hearts fluttering with anxiety.

Only a handful of major nobles sit still, their faces revealing an expression of ‘so it is.’

“My Emperor!”

“My Emperor!!”

“Long live the Emperor!”

Most of the civilians in the square, infected by a kind of emotion, are fervently shouting a few words.

They probably do not know why they are doing so, just knowing that they are shouting their lungs out.

Amidst such a fanatical atmosphere, many nobles couldn’t help but look solemn, as if they could feel a tangible ‘royal power’ oppressing them.

‘So Antonio chose the fields of royal power and war?’

‘Then the requirements for his ritual should be to combine himself with concepts like the ‘Chris Empire’ and ‘Emperor’, rule over an empire for a long period of time, become the guardian god of this empire, and ascend during a nationwide grand ceremony?’

‘I feel his God Making Ceremony seems easy, much easier than mine…’

Su Lu quietly watched this scene.

In fact, this is the accumulation of generations of ancestors compared to his start from scratch, if the difficulty is the same, then there truly is no heavenly justice.

He looked towards the void, seeing one after another spirits emerging.

They were dressed in grand and gorgeous robes, crowned with golden crowns, the first of which looked exactly like the founder of the Chris Empire, the first Emperor Caesar, presented in statues and oil paintings.

Followed by him were the second generation, the third generation!

They were wrapped in light, surrounding Antonio, seemingly giving him blessings, chanting hymns for him.

A great sense of pressure emerged from Antonio.

Sixth order peak!

Sixth order extreme!

And still breaking through!

The ordinary civilians, nobles, and occupational individuals all felt a huge pressure, involuntarily bowing their heads, not daring to look directly.

This is not just the pressure of a mythical body, but the oppression of becoming a God!

Although Antonio showed no visible change, Su Lu already saw three shadows on him.

One cloaked in armour, with a scarlet cape, holding a long sword, symbolizing ‘War’!

The other dressed in a grand suit, wearing a crown, holding a codex, symbolizing ‘Royal Power’!

The last one, also the one in the middle, was just wearing a hemp robe, raising both hands high, appearing mad, but it was Antonio’s most genuine ‘Self’ and ‘Humanity’!

In the midst of the celebration ceremony, these three shadows gradually merge.

Antonio’s path to becoming a God has reached its most crucial step!