At that moment, Lloris was also stunned by the astonishing scene in the night sky outside the window.
Even the most knowledgeable and powerful individuals in the entire Gerland City were thrown into a state of inexplicable shock.
As a resounding bell rang, a vast Holy Power, tens, hundreds, even thousands of times greater than that generated during the prayers of millions of people, suddenly surged up in the Holy Church area. In an instant, this indescribably immense power, like a vast ocean rising from flat land, engulfed the entire Gerland City with lightning speed, causing everything between heaven and earth to lose its color, leaving only a boundless void.
The entire world seemed to be suddenly immersed in milky white milk, and the Gerland City, stretching for over a hundred miles, was instantly enveloped under the control of the Holy Church's power.
Even the royal palace of the Lyon Empire was no exception.
Everyone can feel the aura of the Holy Power elemental power that roams between heaven and earth.
Even without sensing it, ordinary people who know nothing about martial arts can see that milky light. With their eyes closed, they can feel the warm aura flowing in the air, the Holy Power element so dense that it almost condenses into liquid, repelling all other five elements in the world.
Under these circumstances, the power of martial artists who practice other elemental magic and Dou Qi will be greatly limited, while the Holy Church's priests and knights can even unleash four or five hundred percent of their combat power.
This is simply unbelievable.
While the Holy Church is undoubtedly a colossal power on the entire continent, its past displays of strength have never been this incredible. The diocese in Gerland City is merely a mid-tier power among the Holy Church See's many branch dioceses on the Azeroth Continent. That it could accomplish such an unbelievable feat so quickly, given this precedent, would anyone believe that dioceses within those super-empires with even deeper foundations don't possess the same capabilities?
If one day, the Holy Church, which claims to disdain secular power, were to suddenly launch a thunderous attack, with such terrifying methods combined with the cooperation of its believers, which empire on the continent could escape unscathed?
The horror of this is so profound that any empire or its subjects would feel terrified and tremble at the mere thought of it.
Where does this incredible power come from?
This is absolutely not normal.
Even if millions of the most devout and fanatical believers prayed simultaneously, opening their hearts and minds and offering their Power of Faith without reservation, such a phenomenon could not occur. Even if a Great Sun Class Perfection Stage divine master or divine knight completely burned their Holy Power, they would never create such power. To put it more terrifyingly, perhaps only the legendary deities worshipped by the Church could descend to earth and spread their radiance, and perhaps only then could they achieve this in an instant.
However, this moment was definitely not the descent of a god.
Because there is no unique oppressive aura like that of a deity descending upon the mortal realm.
After a brief moment of shock and disbelief, the entire Gerland City was thrown into an unimaginable frenzy. A pale blue magical barrier appeared within the palace, instantly isolating all Holy Power elements. Numerous powerful figures emerged from the corners of the palace, expelling the Holy Power elements and ensuring the absolute safety of the palace environment.
Then, the armies, police stations, noble militias, knights of the Inspection Department, and even some mercenary groups that were not officially affiliated with the government, located in various areas of the capital, cooperated in an extremely tacit manner without unified command, and subtly surrounded the Holy Church diocese from all sides.
The prayers of ordinary people and believers were interrupted, and the royal family immediately issued an order requiring people who were in a state of panic, confusion or excitement to return to their homes. Martial law was imposed on the entire capital in the shortest possible time.
Standing before the window of the side hall where the council was to be held, Emperor Juninho had been silently deep in thought ever since his initial loss of composure. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were slightly closed, and even his breathing became extremely slow. In the end, his breath seemed to disappear, and he was in an extremely strange state, with even the strands of his hair seemingly frozen in the air, completely still.
Lloris also fell into deep thought.
Sudden--
"I think I understand now... Holy Church, are your ambitions finally about to be revealed?"
Emperor Juninho snapped out of his reverie with a cold laugh.
The Northern Region are an extremely remote place.
In the Northern Region Diocese of the Holy Church, atop a towering, impenetrable peak, surrounded by swirling clouds, atop a high throne, sat a middle-aged man of medium build, slightly hunchbacked, with sparse gray hair, slightly protruding eyes, and an overall somewhat ugly appearance. Suddenly sensing something, he stopped speaking, his figure transforming into a streak of light, and impatiently appeared on the steps of the temple's massive entrance.
"What happened? What exactly happened? Who? Who broke the forbidden seal and released the accumulated power of a thousand years?"
The middle-aged man, dressed in an extremely golden divine robe, wearing a golden crown and holding a golden cross scepter, with the tassels of his robe fluttering in the wind like ears of wheat, stood at the entrance of the temple, gazing in the direction of the Lyon Empire. His expression was filled with unspeakable anger and fear, as if his beloved child bride, whom he had raised with great care, had been raped by another man, and he was angrily questioning her.
He inadvertently released an extremely powerful aura of Holy Power, which spread out like a hurricane, blowing away the other powerful Great Sun-Rank Venerable Masters and Divine Knights who followed closely behind him like straw. Wherever the power wave passed, it shook the majestic temple and stirred up the boundless sky and sea of clouds. In an instant, the sky and the Storm Riders changed color, the clouds rubbed together, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a torrential rain was pouring down below the solitary peak.
"Your Holiness Pope Platini..."
Thirty or forty Great Sun-Rank Venerable Masters and Divine Knights knelt trembling behind him, their expressions filled with terror. They didn't know what had caused His Holiness the Pope of the Northern Region Diocese, who had been explaining the [ Divine Oracle ] scriptures with a gentle demeanor, to suddenly become so enraged. This was something that hadn't happened in nearly sixty years.
"Immediately issue my decree, in the name of the Father God, order Chief Inquisitor Hening Heresy Tribunal the Northern Region Diocese's Inquisition to depart immediately for the Lyon Empire Diocese in the Northern Region, and to arrest Bishop John of the Gerland City Diocese, along with all his cardinals and priests of the rank of divine knight, stripping them of their Holy Power for heresy and bringing them back for trial!"
Pope Platini of the Northern Region Diocese spoke with a voice as cold as a knife.
Those who heard this order felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The Heresy Tribunal is a notorious death trap, infamous both within and outside the Church. Hening, the Inquisition of the Northern Region Diocese, is a ruthless figure whose name strikes fear into the hearts of everyone in the Northern Region Diocese. The number of powerful figures from both within and outside the Church who have died at his hands is likely countless, even to Hening himself. For many Church figures who know Hening, they would rather be struck by lightning or hacked to death than fall into his hands, unable to live or die.
They actually sent out Hening, that killing machine? Has something catastrophic happened in the Lyon Empire's diocese?
Those kneeling here, trembling with fear and trepidation, are all extremely important figures of great status and position. At this moment, they dare not utter the slightest question, not even daring to breathe loudly, and can only nod and agree.
"Prepare to open the [ Gate of the Divine Realm ], I must personally meet His Holiness Pope Blatter."
After calming his emotions and reflecting for a moment, Pope Platini of the Northern Region Diocese made his decision and turned to walk slowly toward the magnificent temple.
At the same time.
In the distant Central Region, in the Mediterranean Sea Sicily Island, known as the realm of the gods.
This is an island that ordinary people can hardly approach in their entire lives. It can also be said to be the most heavily guarded place on the entire Azeroth Continent. Even a powerful expert at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable Great Perfection cannot break into such a place. On the island, magnificent statues of gods are scattered like stars, and temples stand tall on the earth. Every corner of the island is filled with high-level divine masters and divine knights. The underground, the surface, and the sky of Sicily Island are all forbidden areas for people outside the Holy Church.
In the very center of Sicily Island stands a colossal statue of the Father God, said to be the largest divine statue on the entire continent, carved entirely from a towering mountain peak over thousands of years. Holding a scepter and wearing a crown, it rises high into the clouds, with white clouds swirling around its waist, looking down upon the vast human world like a deity.
This statue also serves other purposes—it is the largest temple on the Azeroth Continent, built up over millions of years by the Holy Church. Its interior has been hollowed out, creating an endless labyrinth of passageways and countless smaller temples, storing all kinds of documents, treasures, scrolls, and secrets produced by the Holy Church since its inception. It is also the residence of the most esteemed figure in the Holy Church —His Holiness Pope Blatter.
At this moment, no one knew that just a moment ago, less than half a minute ago, His Holiness Pope Blatter, who was originally basking in the warm sunshine and in a very good mood, overlooking Sicily Island from the top of the statue palace, suddenly turned extremely ugly for some unknown reason. With a backhand slap, he directly turned the two young and handsome junior priests who were serving him beside him into ashes.
The next instant, a loud communication bell rang.
A colossal Teleport, over a thousand meters long, suddenly appeared in the void and on the ground in the northern region of Sicily Island.
[ Sigh of Divine Grace ] is in the formation.
For Sun Fei, the most dangerous moment since he was trapped in the formation arrived at this instant.
The power of the [ Sigh of Divine Grace ] array suddenly increased a millionfold without any struggle. The previously relatively stable cosmic space dimensions suddenly began to rotate and evolve wildly, evolving the birth, expansion, development, destruction, and annihilation of stars, galaxies, nebulae, and other cosmic objects at a speed as fleeting as light and shadow. Everything became blurred.
That hypnotic, strange power suddenly became countless times more violent and intense.
Waves of Light Holy Power surged wildly into the [ Scepter of Creation ] within his body.
"Hahaha, hahaha, for you, I didn't hesitate to offend the entire Church and resort to forbidden methods. Hahaha, King of Chambord, you have every right to be proud. However, this ends here. Hahaha, from this day forward, all the blessings of the King of God King that you received will belong to me. Hahaha!"
The voice of the Golden Skeleton resounded throughout the ever-evolving universe.
The inspection went relatively smoothly.
Thank you all for your support. Without you, I would have nothing. I'm such a homebody, you are my only treasure.