stjorthotic Chapter 134 The Influence of the Demigod 2
Chapter 134 The Influence of the Demigod 2
The impact of Ivan's promotion to a demigod—quite deep!
The Western Continent, the Slaine Theocracy, the capital.
In the center of this holy city full of Gospels, a magnificent and huge holy white cathedral sits down.
Above the cathedral, white doves soared, and the phantoms of happy little angels shone dazzlingly under the bright holy light. They rejoiced, and sprinkled the gospel of the Lord toward the believers who came to worship.
Cathedral interior, round table.
More than a dozen high-ranking figures in the Theocracy had serious faces, and they were obviously troubled by the news from the Winter Empire.
Soon.
The people are seated.
A cardinal looked at the vacant seat next to the first one, gave a light snort, and said, "Saint...Your Highness, why haven't you come yet? Have you gone out to spread the gospel of the Lord recently?"
Beside him, a befriended cardinal opened his mouth. The latter had a clear face and thoughtful eyes.
But some people are afraid of Daphne, and some are hostile to Daphne.
The seven cardinals have set up several different interest groups, and their subordinates secretly compete for the position of priests in various regions, so it is impossible to speak with one voice.
And beyond that, there is the Inquisition.
Saint Daphne was personally appointed by His Majesty the Pope, and the cardinals did not dare to offend her easily, but the chief judge of the Inquisition would not.
It was rumored that the chief referee was a fellow apprentice of His Majesty the Pope in the past. The two were taught by a teacher. After the teacher returned to the embrace of the Lord, the brothers climbed together, and finally reached the top after several years. The positions of the Pope and the Grand Inquisitor.
If the Pope is the pinnacle of the Theocracy, then the Grand Judge is the bottomless abyss below the pinnacle of the Theocracy.
God's love has limits!
When encountering heretics and heretics, we should not think about feeling sorry for them, but should use thunderous methods to purify them all and eliminate harm for the Lord.
The Inquisition is the violent institution of the Theocracy.
Responsible for those events that are less clean and less visible.
Over the years, there have been many vicious people who died under the Tribunal and those heretics who committed unforgivable crimes, and now even the younger generation of the Theocracy can't help being timid when they hear this name.
The strict style of the organization also makes the prestige and power of the chief referee directly surpass the seven cardinals, comparable to the holy son and saint, and only inferior to His Majesty the Pope.
Saint Daphne has been in power for so many years, and has been obstructing the various suggestions and orders of the Chief Inquisitor many times, and even tried to trouble the Inquisition more than once.
The chief referee is naturally at odds with Saint Daphne.
Seeing that Daphne was not in such an important meeting now, she immediately began to mock, trying to suppress the momentum and prestige of the saint.
However, as soon as his words came out, he was met with a rebuttal.
"Pavlo, be careful!"
A benevolent voice sounded from the head of the round table, accompanied by a figure exuding holy light, the light was not dazzling, and when it fell on everyone, they felt a sense of universal love, as if the whole person had returned to the Lord. in the embrace of.
Everyone got up quickly, lowered their heads, folded their hands on their chests, and said reverently: "Your safety, Your Majesty the Pope."
The chief referee at the side looked at this holy figure, his eyes showed a trace of unnaturalness, the interrupted expression flashed across his face, and he finally lowered his head.
"Your safety, His Majesty the Pope."
Temporary forbearance does not mean future victory or defeat.
The chief referee, Pavlo, lowered his arrogance hidden under the black robe, and sincerely prayed to the earthly saint: "Your Majesty the Pope, may the Lord bless you forever."
Pope Nicholas slowly opened a pair of pure golden eyes, deep in those golden pupils, there was no sadness or joy, showing no anger or concern.
He opened his mouth and forgave Pavlo for his "carelessness".
"The Lord is merciful, Pavlo, you should study the Gospels carefully."
Facing the Pope's admonition, Pavlo did not dare to raise any doubts. He could only cross his hands on his chest again and said, "Yes, Pavlo understands."
Looking at this scene, everyone's eyes were different, but they didn't make a sound.
The Ecclesiastical Round Table Conference was officially held.
A cardinal submitted the information, and they believed that His Majesty the Great Pope would issue the most correct decree after reading it.
Light, like a hazy streamer, quietly floats in this holy place.
Pope Nicholas held the information in his hand, glanced at it, and then put it down.
He said: "Ivan Stuart was a saint-level peak transcendent many years ago, and it is not unexpected to be promoted to a demigod now... It's just that he violated the destiny and wholeheartedly prevented the Lord's gospel from spreading to the bitter cold land." The cold winter spread is really a bit of an eyesore."
After the pope said this, there was a sudden change in the eyes of several people, and they thought to themselves, could it be that His Majesty the Pope deliberately put pressure on the Winter Empire?
Nicholas' next sentence disappointed them.
"But... that's where Winter is. I made a promise with the Patriarch of the Eternal Land in the past. The cardinals of the Theocracy will not step into Winter, and vice versa."
"We are just waiting carefully. The Lord's oracle will come down soon. At that time, everyone in the world will understand the gospel of my Lord and praise the greatness of my Lord."
"Ah~ praise my Lord!"
Nicholas suddenly raised his head and looked at the exquisite reliefs on the top of the hall with fiery eyes. It was a huge statue of a god, and he praised loudly towards it: "You are one and ten thousand! We are the lamb of the Lord, eternal life I will serve you, believe in you, and obey your teachings."
The Pope suddenly started to praise, and the other cardinals, not to be outdone, started to follow suit.
All of a sudden, there were bursts of prayers in the hall, and one after another of the Gospel views were leaked directly to the outer hall, causing many believers to kowtow and worship.
However, Nicholas obviously didn't want to let go of the difficult bone of the Winter Empire.
He looked at his junior brother, Pavlo, and said indifferently, "The majesty of the Lord cannot be challenged, Pavlo, you should pay your respects."
"I want them to know who is the most powerful force on this continent!"
"My lord is eternal!"
Dazzling holy light erupted from Nicholas' old body, briefly turning the entire hall into a kingdom of gods on the ground. Pieces of angel feathers grew out of nothingness, and slowly fell on everyone, removing old wounds And leave a blessing.
Worldly saint!
Contemporary Pope!
The strongest in the world!
Nicholas looked into the distance and said calmly: "Besides my lord, there are wild gods and evil gods! The spread of the gospel is very important, and you should take it to heart."
"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!"