Walked Right Into the Trap (Tragic)
The new Divine Power mixed with the original Divine Power, but after the mixing, it seemed not much different from before the fusion.
This is illogical, yet it does not contradict the divine principles that Cong Yu fundamentally does not understand... God is irrational.
However, this power is growing subtly.
The reason, however, remains unclear.
"..."
"My Divine Power is growing day by day."
Cong Yu explained this simply to the Pope, stating the facts. "I don't know why, but I'm getting stronger."
In that case, he might actually become a god.
In response to Cong Yu's words, the Pope on the other end of the phone immediately replied, "I know, I know, so what exactly do you want to ask? I've been quite busy with work lately, and I don't have time to chat with you here."
Busy? Busy watching videos of women dancing?
Cong Yu suppressed the urge to make such a sarcastic remark and ignored the red figure leaning against him, "Let's inquire about Divine Art."
Pope. "..."
"Strictly speaking, there's no such thing in the doctrine... only the 'miracle' itself performed to save the lamb."
"This is a fragmented and unsystematic thing."
"..." Divine Art are not a systematic thing.
Cong Yu pondered this point, and the deeper she thought about it, the more she seemed to understand, yet the more confused she became... both clear and bewildered.
It's really quite troublesome.
"Okay, I understand... Let's leave this topic aside for now."
Cong Yu sighed silently as she spoke, "I will speak with Xian Kui later about your involvement in the Transformation Ritual."
"Afterwards, someone will be sent to your location to teach you how to conduct the ceremony and handle all the preparations. Please be there to assist you."
As they talked, Cong Yu chatted with the Pope about some work-related matters.
During this time, Hong looked at the "Divine Power" in Cong Yu's hand, seemingly lost in thought... it looked somewhat familiar.
After Cong Yu hung up the phone, Hong noticed his gaze and asked, "Is this Divine Power?"
As she said this, Hong chewed up the lollipop she had taken from Lantian Zhu: "How come it's about the same power as Black Mamba?"
The red one refers to is the Black Mamba she faced when she was sidelined by Fate and had to compete in Resurrection Match against [God Black Mamba].
To put it bluntly, it's a big prison!
"I heard you say before that Fate and Moerae were separate, and I thought Fate was trying to mess with me..."
"So, the Black Mamba really is a member of the Moerae faction?"
"..." Cong Yu was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly... Something was wrong, because Lao Da shouldn't be in cahoots with Moerae.
But is Lao Dayong's power almost equivalent to "Divine Power"?
"So this isn't Divine Power? Then this is...?"
Cong Yu frowned, feeling that more and more mysteries were becoming unsolvable. He moved closer to observe the [Divine Power] he had condensed.
"What?"
Chapter 739 Walking into a Trap (Sad)
[Before them lay the ocean, behind them the Egypt chariots; they cried out, their fear turning to resentment.]
They regretted being saved from Egypt and doubted God's power to save them. They said to Moses...
Serving the Egypt is better than dying in the wilderness.
"Swish--"
Cong Yu turned the pages of the book in his hand, licked his fingers, and leaned back in the Church's library, perusing the records in his hands.
Records of "miracles".
Meanwhile, the Snow Woman who was "accompanying" him in his studies looked at him reproachfully. "These are all old books, covered in dust, don't you find them dirty?"
Upon hearing Snow Woman's words, Cong Yu paused in her hand, which was turning the pages of her book, then smiled helplessly, "I'm used to it. It's just an old book..."
Indeed, a long, long time ago, I did see Cong Yu with this habit.
But long after that, ever since the advent of "electronic files," Cong Yu has never been seen to do anything similar again.
It was precisely because she was reading old books that Cong Yu's habit was rekindled... This is a kind of cause and effect.
Cong Yu continued flipping through the old book; he had just finished reading the one about "Resurrection."
I'm currently reading the book about "Parting the Sea"...
To be precise, it's those "fragments," since these are the most suitable parts if you want to witness a miracle.
Secondly, there are some scattered ones, such as "making crops appear in the fields," "making food appear on the table," or "turning people into cattle and sheep."
These examples were undoubtedly recorded for a certain purpose.
Demonstrating divine "power" and elucidating its philosophy...
Those who draw near to God are saints; those who abandon God are evil.
This is the concept.
But as Cong Yu read on, she could always glean something else from between the lines.
Things are coming...
It consists of both "faith" and "action".
Through faith comes actions, and through actions comes faith...
As she watched, Cong Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, then she decisively tilted her head and closed her eyes...
He's become an immortal (just kidding).
No, actually it's more like it (just kidding).
"..." The Snow Woman didn't react much. She looked at the sleeping Cong Yu and a smile appeared on her lips.
Cong Yu is still the same Cong Yu...
Although I don't dislike reading and can fully understand the content, it's only when it's not a novel or a stage play script that I feel this way.
When it's something that truly requires time and effort to study and ponder, Cong Yu falls asleep easily.
Although Cong Yu had explained it before...
He said that when he was learning new knowledge, he would always finish all the injections after taking a nap, so he developed a habit.
But such nonsense is precisely Cong Yu's personality.
As Snow Woman- onna thought this, she rested her chin on her hand and looked at Cong Yu sleeping in the sunlight by the window, silently gazing at his sleeping face.
No wonder Cong Yu chose that approach to manage the Wind City.
The Snow Woman thought of the "humans govern themselves" attitude that Cong Yu had adopted towards the Wind City... and her smile deepened.
It's already past September.
Christmas is just around the corner...
From this perspective, the New Year is not far away.
Thinking of this, Snow Woman couldn't help but recall the time she and everyone else spent the New Year in Wind City last year.
At that time, the Snow Woman who visited the shrine wrote her wish on the ema (votive plaque): "[I hope life can continue like this forever]."
In other words, the Snow Woman desires a peaceful life.
Unfortunately, things progressed quite rapidly over the course of the year.
Although there were no horrific upheavals that could significantly impact life itself, things like "Chi You is about to emerge" and "Moerae is about to cause trouble" were still revealed one by one, proving that the world was indeed on the verge of collapse.
All these numerous events combined prove that the Snow Woman's wish was completely unfulfilled... let alone "peace."
Even compared to the word "normal," it's still quite a distance.
For an entire year, Cong Yu never took the initiative to visit her in North Capital... Even today, she only asked if she was busy and if she wanted to go reading together.
Snow Woman assumed it was just a normal book reading session, and was wondering if it was a comic book store or a café with a reading corner, so she readily agreed.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't a invitation to "play," but rather a genuine invitation to "read"...
It turns out she was called in to handle some important business again...
Seriously, that's going too far.
The Snow Woman glanced at Cong Yu's sleeping face with a hint of reproach... Even she would feel dissatisfied.
Thinking this, the Snow Woman moved closer and reached out her hand toward Cong Yu's sleeping face, preparing to play a prank.
Just like the foolish things she did many, many years ago.
However, she eventually gave up, and simply tucked the stray strands of hair that had fallen across Cong Yu's face behind his ear.
"..."
"..." Then, the Snow Woman seemed to sense something and turned to look at the entrance of the church's library.
A girl wearing glasses, carrying several books, watched the interaction between the Snow Woman and Cong Yu with a blank expression.
Seeing the Snow Woman's hand frozen in mid-air, the girl adjusted her glasses and said somewhat stiffly, "Mi scuso per il disturbo."
The general meaning is...
Apologize for the disturbance.
The Snow Woman actually understood, but feeling slightly embarrassed, her earlobes turned a little red. So she chose to pretend to be confused and act as if she didn't understand.
After a brief silence, the girl with glasses understood and switched to China: "Sorry to interrupt your good time."
"..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sleeping with you..."
"..." Hearing this, the Snow Woman finally couldn't help but speak, "Why do you have to be so direct when you speak Japan..."
As she said this, the Snow Woman, her face slightly flushed, immediately realized her slip of the tongue. "Did I really have to go that far?"
Are there any stereotypes?
"..." Although she didn't say it explicitly, the girl, who seemed a little guilty, slightly shifted her gaze, her eyes hidden by the reflection of her glasses.
But without a doubt, this expression means...
Yes, she does have stereotypes.
"..."
What stereotypes?
Cong Yu asked, rubbing his eyes as he straightened up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground, and then looked at the bespectacled girl standing at the door.
Who is this?
Upon hearing Cong Yu's words, the girl seemed to recall something and opened her mouth, "Ah... you're the one who called my father 'Old Deng' on the phone."
The language was stiff, and the tone suggested an unapproachable attitude.
Isn't that one of Pope Old Deng's daughters?
Cong Yu nodded, meeting the girl's gaze... feeling a slight pang of regret for the Pope's miscalculation.
This really isn't something I had on my own...
Chun Chun means that the other person appeared on their own initiative, and they don't take the blame.
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Pope: NO!!!!