Chapter 918 - 391: Artificial Resentment
After withstanding the attack of the Steam Councilors, Saint George’s Cathedral temporarily sank into peace.
Inside the church, the clergy were gathered in front of the Holy Awakening Sect’s statue, devoutly praying for God’s shelter.
Although it was Randy who truly saved them, they believed Randy’s appearance was the will of the Lord, so they still should thank the Lord.
Julie was unaware of the intelligence from Bai She Avenue. She learned from Phantom that there was a modified person strong enough to easily defeat him, rampaging on Bai She Avenue, attacking the Stilan leadership.
Although Julie believed in Randy’s strength, she had to prepare for the worst.
She was currently commanding her transcendents and players to construct a defensive mystical ceremony inside Saint George’s Cathedral.
Due to the presence of the Holy Awakening Lord, Saint George’s Cathedral was bathed in divine light. Just like on the night of the Great Stench, steam rules could not enter the cathedral.
Inside the cathedral, the transcendents could exert their original strength, not suppressed by the steam rules.
If the Executioners broke into the cathedral, the transcendents, relying on the large-scale defensive mystical ceremony to fight, might not be without a chance.
While Julie and the others were constructing the mystical ceremony, Phantom, still grievously injured and just treated, was in the underground space of Saint George’s Cathedral, secretly meeting Olivia.
It was like their first meeting after the transcendent gathering ended that day.
Olivia asked, "What exactly is the situation over on Bai She Avenue?"
Phantom relayed everything he saw to Olivia, including that the Executioners might have come because of Cold Mountain and Sword Star, and how he didn’t escape far after fleeing, hurriedly bandaged himself while witnessing the Executioners kill Prime Minister Glad.
He said in confusion:
"In both the previous cases and the battle on Bai She Avenue, the Executioners only attack the transcendents. I don’t understand why he would kill Prime Minister Glad."
Olivia said indifferently, "I have some leads, but I cannot confirm them yet."
"Since Glad is already dead, staying on the Liberal Party side is meaningless. Sean went too far, executing all the Conservative Party’s top brass out of personal revenge, causing me a lot of trouble."
"With the Conservative Party and old aristocracy leaderless, you should try to infiltrate the Conservative Party and gain their trust. They are in dire need of personnel now. Aim to enter their core circle before the World Industrial Exposition."
Phantom asked in confusion, "I don’t understand, since the Conservative Party is no longer a threat, why spend energy on them?"
Olivia turned away and sighed:
"Infiltrating the Conservative Party is not to investigate them, but to investigate the Peace Church."
"According to the intelligence I received, the Industrialist Association is deeply entangled with the Peace Church. Those short-sighted fellows of the Conservative Party are eager to get a piece of the pie in the industrial field, not realizing it’s a trap set for them, yet they jumped right in."
"I originally intended to use the Chief Justice as bait to lure out those hidden Peace Church believers, but Sean ruined my plan."
Phantom questioned, "Your Majesty, you knew from the beginning that the Conservative Party was connected to the Peace Church?"
Olivia said naturally, "It’s not very secret information. If Sean and Raventon wanted to investigate, they could soon find out."
"Unfortunately, they were too impatient."
Phantom gazed at Olivia’s back and praised:
"I’ve suddenly realized, Your Majesty, though you seem uninterested in power, you’ve actually foreseen the fate of many from the start."
Olivia frowned slightly; she didn’t like the tone Phantom used to speak to her. That tone had no reverence, no respect, but instead a sense of superiority from a stronger position.
"Phantom, what are you trying to say?"
Phantom slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of his sabre and said:
"I just found you very interesting. You can see so far, predict so much, unlike others, like Prime Minister Glad, like Chief Justice Gascogne, like Foreign Minister Evans, and like Xavier. They were too arrogant and underestimated you."
"They’ll all suffer backlash for underestimating you."
"I have one last question. You’ve foreseen so many situations, but did you foresee what’s about to happen now?"
As he spoke, there coincidentally came the sound of wind whistling through the underground vent.
Phantom smiled and said, "Your Majesty Olivia, listen, the wind is rising."
Meanwhile, high above Bai She Avenue, Xavier just caught the duel glove thrown by Wu Chang with his face.
The heavy plate armor glove smashed into Xavier’s face, directly breaking his nose, almost knocking him out.
He didn’t understand why, although the flying duel glove felt incredibly slow, he couldn’t defend against it.
Even more puzzling was how a mere glove could injure someone who had transformed into a god.
He took the glove off his face, just about to say something, when he suddenly froze.
With his view no longer obstructed by the glove, he realized he had been transported to a different location. Beneath him was no longer the mist-shrouded Grimland but a soft lawn.
Looking around, he found himself on a small island, and the style of the island differed from the real world, with extremely high saturation, everything dreamlike and fantastic, as if it wasn’t a real place, but some bizarre dream.
In the words of the world Wu Chang comes from, this island belonged to a cartoon style.