The Blood God's candidate for pope

"Whoosh..."

Accompanied by the sound of the tide, Luther stood on the illusory, deep black Sea, feeling the changes within himself.

His form became solid and profound, his overflowing Spirituality completely contained, and his blood-red robe swayed slightly, as if echoing the rise and fall of the Tide.

"The Potion from the 'Trinity Templar' has been largely digested..."

After confirming his current situation, Luther muttered to himself.

During this time, his physical body remained hidden deep within the island, while his spirit spread to the Southern Continent, connecting with the Flesh Puppet and causing the seeds that the Puppet had already planted to continuously sprout.

As a result, the faith in the Blood God spread rapidly, bringing not only the benefits of digesting the Potion but also an increase in divine status and a more stable anchor.

Not only that, there are even--

Luther reached out his hand towards the other side of the sea, and many dark, illusory points of light floated over and landed in his palm.

Reaching out my Spirituality to touch those dense Filth specks of light, I immediately heard desperate and frantic cries from within:

"Lord, great Lord!"

"Please bestow your holy word upon us, we thirst for your will!!" "Lord who created everything..."

"Lord, I can no longer hear your voice! Please have mercy on me! I am willing to offer my life and my soul, please do not abandon me..."

The sounds were stacked and Distortion, filled with extreme emotions.

Clearly, these prayers were not addressed to Luther, but to the True Creator across the sea. Yet, for some reason, it was Luther who ultimately received the message and was able to respond.

Why is that?

Luther speculated that this might be because his control over the Tide had further increased. At the same time, the spread of the Blood God was also seizing power over Flesh and shadow, anchoring the corresponding image onto itself in the Astral World, rather than onto the True Creator with similar descriptions.

In other words, Luther Corrosion the divine status of the True Creator.

He was naturally very satisfied with this.

"It's such a shame, they can't hear your voice anymore."

Luther spoke to the other side of the sea through the white Fog.

"█▇▆▃▂ █▇▆▅!!!"

Across the sea, the Degeneration, Filth murmurs of the True Creator exploded forth. Those murmurs were filled with rage, Distortion, and... madness. The madness in the voice grew ever stronger. This was not Luther's imagination.

Perhaps due to Luther's influence, the connection with many believers was severed, the True Creator's "anchor" diminished, and He became increasingly mad.

"Keep yelling, if it makes you happy."

Luther sneered at the opposite side of the sea, raising a mist that blocked out the mad ravings of the True Creator. Then, he allowed his spirit to float upwards, enveloped in his Spirituality, and return to the Real World.

"Meow."

He opened his eyes and saw a pair of blue lights floating in the dark sky. The lights noticed his gaze, let out a meow, and came closer.

"Okay, Luna, stop licking me."

Luther rejected the other's wet tongue, stood up, picked up the black cat, and walked out of the cave.

The sun was shining brightly outside the cave, and pirate ships were moored on the shallow blue sea. People were bustling on the white sand beach, as if a barbecue party was being held.

"Oh, Captain, you're finally back!"

Anderson Hood saw him approaching, held up a skewer of grilled meat, and greeted him with a smile, "Want one?... Oh, sorry, I remember you don't like it overcooked... I'll have them bring over a live cow, let it Sun, and then I'll slice it up for you..."

He jokingly teased Luther about his preference for medium-rare food. Luther glanced at him.

"Anderson, from today onwards, you're no longer the first mate."

"Okay... huh?"

Anderson's smile hadn't faded yet. He Consciousness agreed before realizing what Luther had said. His face turned pale instantly, and the kebabs in his hand suddenly lost their flavor. "The ship, Captain, I was just joking. You wouldn't Deprivation me of my position, would you?"

Don't overthink it.

Luther said irritably, "I have new work to give you."

That's right, he intends to make Anderson the executive administrator of the Blood God Church, or, to use a more common title, the Pope.

As the Blood God faith spreads, it becomes necessary to establish a more efficient organization. He needs a trustworthy subordinate to Weaving the structure, manage personnel, and spread the gospel. Anderson meets all the requirements, and more importantly, he is reliable enough, making him the best candidate.

To his surprise, Anderson hesitated when faced with this clearly better position.

"Captain... shouldn't you be sitting in the Pope's seat?"

He asked that question.

Oh right... he doesn't know I'm the Blood God, he just feels I'm closer to that deity... but it's probably more than that, his reaction is a bit subtle... "Putting me aside, if I asked you to do it, wouldn't you be willing?"

"It's not that I'm unwilling... it's just that being the pope feels too heavy for me... I'd much rather lead a bunch of bastards out to sea."

Anderson replied.

That's true. He's been Hunter and pirate for so long, he's long been used to a life of freedom. It's understandable that he'd be uncomfortable taking on the responsibilities of a pope, especially since he's not particularly power-hungry...

Luther felt a little regretful, but he could completely understand.

I wish I had a subordinate like the Hanged Man, who was both power-hungry and knew how to read the situation...

He couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"How about this?"

After a moment's thought, Luther said to Anderson, "You'll temporarily serve as Pope, going to the Southern Continent to establish the main structure of the Church. After some time, I'll find a more suitable person to replace you."

"Really, Captain? You're not just going to give me a piece of your mind and then let me keep doing this, are you?" Anderson asked, still somewhat worried. "I didn't know you had any other suitable candidates besides me."

"Enough nonsense. Once I find that person, even if you beg me to become pope, I won't pay you any attention."

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The person he was referring to was none other than Lovia Tiffany, an elder of City of Silver and his only benefactor in the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Given her piety, shrewdness, and years of experience as an elder in City of Silver, she would certainly be qualified to be the pope of his Church.

Of course, this is all predicated on getting the people of City of Silver out of the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" as soon as possible...

At that moment, Luther suddenly felt a flash of Spirituality, followed by the echoing of illusory, layered prayers in his ears.

"Great Lord, Your faithful believer prays to you..."

Lovia's cool and serene voice then resounded.

She came just in time; I had just remembered her...

Luther thought to himself, closing his eyes and Listening intently to the prayer of his future pope, trying to figure out what she was saying.