Free Web NovelChapter 1013: Chapter 879: Pope
A massive church stood at the edge of the Mist.
The church was built with dark gray peculiar stones, and from the outside, six stone pillars protruded from the walls, reaching toward the sky with pointed tips at their tops.
The front connected along the six stone pillars and finally raised a tall, square spire at the top, forming the roof of the entire church.
The entire church was adorned with silver mirrors, resembling glass, blending with the peculiar dark gray materials and the strange engravings on the building.
It gave an impression of facing a dizzying and nauseous deep light.
The entire church was one of the few related to the deep light, yet it lacked the tentacle sun symbol that it represented.
At this moment, two figures draped in gray and white robes emerged from the Mist surrounding the church.
These two figures were completely cloaked within their gray robes, revealing nothing but their height.
From their height, it was apparent that these two figures were not human, as they were much taller than the surrounding knights or followers.
The Defender Knights patrolling around the church showed disdainful expressions upon seeing them but did not hinder their progress.
Allowing them to walk toward the church ahead without obstruction.
These two figures, with their identities hidden, walked unhindered into the grand church within the forward camp.
Inside was a massive prayer hall.
The silver mirrors outside the church, like glass, gathered the sparse light outside into the prayer hall.
Making it feel as if one was standing under the blazing sun, yet the gathered light was a pale silver, imbuing a cold sense.
A meticulously carved statue of a tentacle sun stood at the far end of the prayer hall.
The back of the statue had a silver mirror reflecting the rolling Mist outside, and the candlelight around it. Its lights converged on the statue, giving it an eerie impression.
Somehow, one could see the faint silver light around the tentacle sun from the front.
Making the statue of the sun seem as if its six tentacles were moving up and down, emitting light.
Before the statue’s altar, a figure stood with his back to them.
The clothing of this person indicated a high status here. A pure silver robe draped over his shoulders, with an exquisitely embroidered sun with six tentacles on the back.
Dark threads interwove from the sun onto his garment, and his aged white hair was crowned with a laurel indicating his identity.
His laurel was even more elaborate and expensive than that of the Archbishop, giving a strange oppressive feeling even when simply standing there.
The two gray-robed figures stood by the entrance of the prayer hall, no longer moving, quietly waiting.
After a long moment, the figure slightly lowered his raised head before turning to face the figures at the door.
"Your Holiness, the Pope."
Now the two figures slightly nodded and said.
Upon hearing their address, the Pope nodded in response.
Only then did the two dare to raise their heads to face the Pope’s true visage.
The Pope appeared as a kind old man, but a prominent scar ran from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.
This scar marred his kind appearance, making it seem somewhat strange, with an underlying emotion of violence.
He looked at the two, lips slightly parted, and spoke in a voice like a distant echo.
"Aren’t you very afraid of being discovered by your kind? Why have you come here at such a time?"
"Your Holiness, we have come hoping you might provide some more power."
"Our numbers and strength are still insufficient to stir chaos. If we could obtain resources from divine followers, it might become very simple."
The two quickly explained their intentions.
Upon hearing them, the Pope said nothing, merely staring at them quietly.
"I’ve told you many times, each divine follower is precious, each one entering is equally valuable with their own devotion to the divine."
Upon hearing this, one of the gray-robed figures quickly spoke, "Then please, Your Holiness, grant us items that can empower us. We need to recruit more people to better serve the divine."
Hearing this, the Pope’s eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the two below until they could hardly bear it before his voice came slowly.
"For the last time, I hope you’ll undertake actions satisfying to me."
With that, a scepter appeared in the Pope’s hand.
The scepter was three meters tall, its top resembling a torch from where a silver-gray flame burned.
The flame coalesced into a symbol of a silver sun at the top.
He gently moved his scepter.
A wisp of silver-gray flame flew out, transforming into a forearm-sized thick crystal, hovering in front of the two figures.
One figure quickly extended their hands from within the cloak.
Hands resembling bird claws, accompanied by slender feathers.
This was clearly not a human.
Allowing non-human races into the church clearly indicated these two mysterious figures were very important to those who embraced the deep light.
All followers of the deep light, the dark sun, were exclusively human.
There had never been a discovery of any non-human race.
They not only accepted human followers but would even slaughter non-human races during their missions.
In their eyes, these were filthy creatures.
Betrayers of the divine.
Among all wise beings in the world, only humans are eternal.
"Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope."
After securing the crystal columns, the two slowly exited the prayer hall, closing the door behind them.
It wasn’t until the two disappeared that the Pope’s face slightly revealed a look of disgust. He waved his hand, and a silver breeze blew through the church and then wrapped around, flying outside.
Then, his voice suddenly echoed in the prayer hall.
"How is the current battle situation?"
As his words fell.
On the bench below where the person praying must sit, a figure appeared there, sitting.
"Your Holiness, the situation on the front line is not optimistic. The enemy is already able to completely stalemate with us. They are madly adapting to our attack methods."
"If this continues, we could be in a stalemate until the enemy finds an opportunity to counterattack."
Hearing his report, the Pope just nodded quietly.
"There is no need to change anything, just maintain the current situation and await the right moment. We can continuously deplete the enemy’s strength, and that’s enough.
The victory of this war depends ultimately on the will of my Lord, and how long it will take to erode this world’s will."
As the Pope who follows the Deep Light and conquers worlds, spreading faith.
He clearly knows that these people are just depleting the enemy’s strength.
The final outcome of the war still depends on the battles between those supreme beings.
They cannot be decisive.
If my God wins, no matter how much the enemy resists, it will be futile, and they will occupy this world without hindrance.
If my God is defeated or unable to handle this world, then ultimately, even these followers will have to retreat.
Of course, their battles are not entirely in vain.
Especially concerning the world’s will.
The world’s strength is ultimately related to the lives that exist upon it.
If these lives are numerous enough and strong enough, the world’s strength will rise accordingly, which is something the Deep Light does not want to see.
And they are here to hold back these lives, try to reduce them, thus weakening the world’s strength.
And he is working hard towards this goal.
Being in a stalemate like now allows for excellent depletion.
There could possibly be an unexpected opportunity.
Thinking of this, the Pope’s benevolent and peaceful face showed a slightly bloody smile.
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Upon receiving Longbei’s message.
Apart from Kane, Kreya and the others also arrived around the enemy’s forward camp.
Compared to Kane intending to directly attack the enemy’s forward camp, Kreya and the others did not possess such ability.
After all, they were still carrying three teams of Explorers, and attacking the enemy’s camp under such circumstances would be tantamount to suicide, especially since not everyone could be like Kane, using his Skills to equip each Explorer with armor equaling three-colored levels of combat power.
Such an item cannot really be created, as it is ultimately a rule-based contraption.
Thus, Kreya, Lilulu, and Longbei’s main task remains as before, hunting around the enemy’s Explorer camp.
Due to the Mist’s characteristics, the enemy’s communications are ultimately incapable of real-time operation, suffering considerable delays.
When their disseminated patrol teams suffer mass casualties, they remain unaware until it is too late.
By finding the right opportunity, they can even reap rewards right around the enemy’s forward camp.
Unfortunately, the number of Explorers on their side who reach colorful levels remains far too few. Compared to the followers of the Deep Light, they are significantly fewer.
If not for the Mist of Chaotic Space, they would not have lasted so long.
Otherwise, they could fully assemble teams of three-colored Explorers, using the chaotic Mist to crazily hunt down enemies, making it impossible for them to enter the Mist at all.
Instead of the current situation where they can only defensively protect themselves passively, occasionally taking advantage of their presence in the Mist to reduce the enemy’s living forces.
At this moment, Kreya’s entire body was engulfed in black and white flames, with her front hooves stamping heavily onto the ground.
The black flames, wrapped in the surging Mist, began to crazily spread around.
Not far from them lay the enemy’s forward camp.
This forward camp still retained their unique chapel style.
As the black and white flames began to spread, a gigantic Gate of the Dead slowly rose from the flames.
The massive doors connected by dark green clouds began to emit sounds of bones colliding.
Packed white Skeletons poured out from the gate, some of the Skeletons burning with black flames.
One Ghost Knight after another was condensed from Kreya’s side.
More Undead began to emerge from the gate, this time stronger entities.
One Undead Knight clad in black Heavy Armor rode a Nightmare with black flames underfoot.
Behind him were various bizarre Undead, almost all at gold level.
A completely pitch-black Skeleton mixed among them, possessing three-colored power.
Their exaggerated commotion drew the attention of the entire forward camp.
White light bullets were launched from the chapel top, smashing into the pile of Skeletons.
Disciples, Defender Knights, various Bishops also emerged from the chapel, the silver dim light beginning to shine everywhere.
All sorts of nauseating Energy Whips were wielded, reducing the number of these Undead.
Yet the black flames at their feet continued to spread.
At this moment, a heavily armored Knight suddenly descended from the sky. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
His giant sword over two meters long swung, a silver-gray sword mark sliding forward, blocking Kreya’s attempt to continue advancing the black flames.
