Chapter 751 - 32: Waiting
"I do not permit you to reside in Bi Luo... Come down and see me."
Ying Zheng’s voice echoed through the cathedral.
The cleric sitting on the ground was dumbfounded, as the words seemed to come from nowhere, leaving him utterly stunned.
He couldn’t quite believe it.
Was someone... declaring war on God!?
Are you kidding me!?
The Iron-blooded Pope, Gregory III, was even more pale, his fury bursting forth, the Spirit accumulated over a lifetime instantly erupting, sweeping across the magnificent and magnificent Holy Land of Saint Peter’s Cathedral.
He was determined to find the audacious intruder who dared to unleash their power and provoke the divine in this Holy Land!
However.
Despite his Spirit raging throughout the cathedral, he found no trace of an ’intruder.’
Let alone an intruder.
He couldn’t even detect any sign of the person who had made the voice.
... So where was the person?
Gregory III was momentarily bewildered, a brief look of confusion appearing on his face.
For even the most powerful Empowerer... to influence a chapel located in the heart of the Holy Land would need to be close enough to do so.
Although the seat of the Roman Catholic Church’s highest authority is small, it suppresses any foreign Empowerer who has not received ’Baptism,’ forming an iron-clad defense even in the Extraordinary Domain.
Even an Anointed One from the Hebrews would find it difficult to move here.
This was also why their Anointed One was killed, yet they did not retaliate in kind, only killing two insignificant priests within their own territory in retribution.
Because they couldn’t come to the seat of the Roman Catholic Church’s highest authority, just as Hecate couldn’t swagger into the country in the past.
So the moment the voice sounded.
Gregory III instinctively believed someone had recklessly barged into the Holy Land.
But in reality,
he couldn’t find where the other person was.
What exactly had just happened?
Gregory III had just such a thought.
The scene around him suddenly rapidly retreated.
The cathedral vanished instantly.
Replaced by a void.
And a figure stood silently not far away, slightly tilting his head, a pair of calm eyes glancing at him.
In an instant.
Gregory III felt a tremor arising from the depths of his soul.
The Spirit released from his body came to an abrupt halt.
Just a glance from ten thousand miles away.
... Ten thousand miles away.
Gregory III stood there in a daze.
"Why not respond, are you afraid?"
Shortly after.
The gaze moved away, and Ying Zheng’s voice rose again.
Although Gregory III did not understand Ying Zheng’s words, he could feel the deep disdain.
This was aimed both at his God and himself.
Gregory III’s face slowly flushed red.
The Iron-blooded Pope seemed to be facing the greatest humiliation of his life. At this moment, he didn’t even care who this person was. He unleashed all the Spirit accumulated over decades and entered a selfless state, seemingly as if a God descended, and looked with those eyes: "Who are you!?"
"..."
Ying Zheng paused upon hearing this, then slowly turned back and once more looked at the Iron-blooded Pope: "Did I speak to you?"
The Spirit released by Gregory III vanished instantly.
He opened his mouth, having no time to say anything.
The whole figure flew back instantly.
The scene of the cathedral reappeared.
And the cleric sitting on the ground, witnessed with his own eyes His Holiness the Pope, after losing his focus for a moment, suddenly flying backward, crashing into the already cracked statue with great force.
Dong——
The cathedral shook violently once more.
As if it might collapse any moment.
Gregory III was bleeding from the seven orifices, the ring on his pinky finger cracked with a snap.
And along with it, the statue he was leaning against also cracked.
The third crack appeared and quickly spread upward.
"Your Holiness the Pope..."
The cleric was dumbfounded at the sight.
And at this moment, accompanied by pure and holy chants, a Holy Light suddenly fell, halting the disintegration of the statue and enveloping Gregory III, allowing him to stand up instantly, fully restored.
Immediately after.
The Holy Light began to spread, seemingly aiming to cover the entire Roman Catholic Church’s highest authorities’ residence.
However.
Before it could reach the church door, points of starlight-like golden glow suddenly appeared and directly blocked in front of the Holy Light.
It was as if two forces had clashed directly at the church’s entrance.
And the pure and holy chant abruptly paused.
At the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church, the Holy Light was directly blocked in front of the door...
"God..."
The cleric, upon witnessing this, felt utterly drained.
His faith was about to collapse.
Fortunately.
The home court advantage still existed.
When the Holy Light could not leave the church.
Above the church.
An even purer Holy Light descended with a crash, instantly hitting the golden glow resembling starlight, engulfing it instantly.
Immediately after.
The pure and holy chant grew louder, reverberating through the entire enclave.
The pilgrims, hearing the sudden chant from above, were stunned and then erupted with joy, prostrating on the ground, exclaiming a miracle.
Indeed.
A miracle had occurred.
Or, more accurately.
... A God had descended.
"A God of the Alien Race."
But just as the prostrate believers were exclaiming the miracle.
Ying Zheng’s calm voice also resounded throughout the enclave: "I have slain many as well, your rank is decent, but you alien gods, are always arrogant and lack intelligence."
"..."
Upon hearing this voice.
The prostrate believers were all bewildered.
For no matter how strong their imagination, they couldn’t imagine... their God speaking Chinese.
Anyone present, at this moment, was confused.
And Gregory III, who ran out of the church and heard Ying Zheng’s voice, turned pale, only feeling a wave of dizziness hit.
If claiming.
The public prosecution could be explained as a dereliction of duty by the Eastern Ministry of Home Affairs, a dereliction by Hecate.
Then at this moment.
In the heart of the Roman Catholic Church’s center... such an incident cannot be explained by simple dereliction of duty or accident.
And such an event certainly could not be concealed.
In North America, the reputation of the Roman Catholic Church, the Golden Body of the Iron-blooded Pope, that critical leverage...
The more Gregory III thought, the more rapid he breathed, and the worse his complexion grew.
Furthermore, the most crucial part was.
The God.
The God had personally appeared.
Why?
So who exactly was this?
Someone from the Celestial Strategy Mansion?
Who?
Gregory III’s mind was in disarray, but clearly, not much time was left for him to ponder.
Because just as Ying Zheng’s words dropped.
Rumbling——
Thunder suddenly started.
The chanting vanished without a trace.
Along with it, the Holy Light vanished.
... Had the God departed?
Gregory III was slightly stunned, then suddenly responded.
No.
The God hadn’t left.
He was moving toward the East!!!
Handan.
Zhao King City Ruins Park.
Ying Zheng slowly lowered his right hand, withdrew his gaze, and retracted the Spirit he had released.
Such a great distance.
Even using the Imperial Mausoleum, it was still quite strenuous.
Ying Zheng mused while surveying the surroundings, eyeing the hesitant members of the Security Army, unsure if they should approach.
... Just now.
The First Emperor’s Mausoleum underwent another anomaly.
Identical to last time.
The Underground Palace ascended.
Upon receiving the news, the Security Army immediately reported it and found the Emperor Shi.
Luckily.
That day, the Emperor Shi appeared on camera, so the Security Army knew of his whereabouts.
But the bad news was, without a concrete order, those Security Army members who approached did not dare to make direct contact with him.
After all, no one knew what exactly this Emperor Shi had done earlier, and if rash actions might provoke him...
"..."
The Emperor Shi silently watched the hesitant Security Army for a moment, then suddenly smiled and turned to leave.
This era is intriguing.
But at the same time... it’s quite dull.
I hope that alien God can make things a little more interesting.
I will be waiting.
And for that young man in Yellow Springs, who dared draw his sword at me upon first meeting.
I’ll be waiting as well.