Sacred Light Mountain. With the end of the Falcon Kingdom's civil war, the Church was the only one left in the human world getting beaten up.
Faced with pressure closing in from every side, half of Pope Pius VII's hair had turned white.
He was a Holy Domain powerhouse. Logically, after reaching this realm, his physical peak should have been maintained until his old age.
"How far have the negotiations progressed?"
Pope Pius VII asked with concern.
Fighting was out of the question. The human nations had come together to apply pressure; resisting by force was undoubtedly the worst possible choice.
Even if they poured every last resource the Church possessed into it, they could at most cause the enemy a little trouble.
For now, everyone merely wanted to weaken the Church. If the situation continued to worsen, they might very well move on to destroying it altogether.
Two replacements had already appeared. This was no longer three hundred years ago; their position was no longer irreplaceable.
Compared with their orthodox Church, the other two were both famously permissive, having completely decentralized power to their local churches.
Especially the Northern Church. Every local patriarch could draft doctrine according to local conditions, with the guiding principle being to seek common ground while accepting differences.
And that was only the beginning. Seeing the Franks and Alpha people having such a grand time, the Ilibia Kingdom was also making plans in secret.
They had not established a separate Church, but they had reinterpreted the original doctrine and even given parts of it some "artistic processing."
It could not be called a complete overthrow. It could only be said that it had become utterly unrelated.
Under the Iberians' new interpretation of doctrine, religion had been placed beneath kingdom law.
Not only had its power