God, in His mercy, wandered through the Garden of Eden, witnessed the suffering of all beings, and wept bitterly...
The above was merely Norton's fantasy, but he felt as if he truly was like that, and had a sense of pride in his own benevolence.
The supreme God Norton eventually began to wander through the Garden of Eden after the seal was broken.
Such behavior was something Norton in the mythical era would never have dared to imagine or do, but today, his holy divine body allows him to be completely fearless of everything in Garden of Eden.
Even his overwhelming, radar-like Pressure that enveloped the entire Southern Continent allowed him to perfectly control every change...
However, this level of control instilled in him a genuine and indescribable sense of dread.
Such complete surveillance, with everything happening under his control, does not signify absolute power, but rather that within the sphere of his will, utter mediocrity will prevail, and no more changes beyond his control will ever occur!
If Norton had already reached such a level, one can imagine how desperate God, the creator of all things and possessing the most fundamental control over everything, must have been.
All changes occur within His consciousness, or rather, everything is bound by His own limitations. Therefore, He has no chance of advancement; everything is already completely solidified...
"Why do I always have this feeling that I'm God's experiment?" Norton sat on the throne at the top of the palace, his expression somewhat strange.
Upon closer reflection, everything about him is very similar to God.
They are the same species, with equally free souls, both betrayed by Kuba, and now both have lost their chance to advance...
Is it possible that Norton is actually God's current experiment, and God is observing how Norton can achieve transcendence, or rather, transformation, in order to try to learn from Norton?
Norton's handsome brows furrowed.
In a world where God truly exists, all his conjectures are exceptionally plausible!
The subsequent developments, which were remarkably similar to those of this world and Earth, gave Norton an extremely strange and deliberate feeling.
"They were able to destroy Garden of Eden at will and create a completely new one, yet they were imprisoned in that so-called Heaven by three created beings. Although they were imprisoned outside Garden of Eden, they possessed enough power to send a flood to wash away all the information of the mythical era."
Papal State inhabited by Werewolf and Vampire has abandoned the very foundation of its existence... In this world created by gods, a world where even biological evolution seems impossible, different races exist, and coincidentally, the ship slave trade, so familiar to me, is playing out...
All of this seems to be an extremely obvious script.
And I, Norton, am perhaps just the protagonist in this story!
Is this the world of Nomen that you created for me? Or am I your final experiment...?
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Norton's long, slender, white fingers tapped on the armrest of the throne. His pale body, seated on the pure gold throne, leaned languidly against the intricately carved gold backrest. His dark eyes were slightly raised as he surveyed the scene on either side, a hint of sadness showing on his perfect face.
But outwardly, it appears as if God of the Garden of Eden is showing compassion to millions of people, which is truly moving and brings tears to one's eyes.
Norton felt a strange sensation when he awoke to find that the world was almost identical to the Central Europe he remembered.
The world seems to be copying his memory exactly.
He didn't know whether God was experimenting on him Norton, or whether the changes in this world were actually happening subtly according to his Norton.
Unless it's truly a coincidence, such a conjecture becomes quite meaningful.
The former explains that the God of the Garden of Eden that Norton has achieved is actually an inevitable outcome tacitly approved by God.
The latter suggests that Norton's soul strength was not as mediocre as he had imagined.
In any case, this means the most important point: Norton's physical Existence Level has reached its limit; the height of his soul is what truly matters.
Norton, feeling somewhat weary from his thoughts, leaned back on the golden throne, his exquisite eyes languidly surveying the surroundings of the palace.
"Boom..."
The enormous palace moved slowly, its friction against the ground producing a tremendous roar.
Norton was a kind man, and considering that Vampire could not tolerate sunlight, he specially installed a long wooden eave in front of the palace so that the Vampire could hide from the sunlight under the eaves.
But Norton himself sat upright in the sunlight, exposing his pale, holy body for the people of the Southern Continent to admire.
The enormous palace flattened trees and soil, leaving a deep ditch in the muddy road.
The palace has not yet entered the city; it is currently located on a muddy road in the suburbs.
Although it's in the suburbs, the atmosphere of the Southern Continent is already becoming apparent.
Surrounded by farmland, sitting at Norton's height, one can see an unobstructed view of the endless golden wheat fields.
As we proceeded through Norton Palace, we saw ship slaves working in the wheat fields, each one raising their heads to look in our direction before being whipped by the farmer's leather whip.
The surrounding farmers were pleasantly surprised by Norton's presence; some even flocked to him, their excitement and enthusiasm palpable.
But some were terrified and fled in fear of Norton's bizarre body and the terrifying appearance of the Vampire pulling the cart.
The reactions of these people were unremarkable, but the fields surrounding the road were quite distinctive.
The scarecrow made of wheat ears was not draped with tattered clothes, but with dried, foul-smelling black human skin. Its head was not made of wheat ears, but withered, dried-out heads of ship slaves, with white teeth showing through its shrunken lips. It was stuck in the middle of the field to intimidate the ship slaves around it who did not work hard.
Several skinned corpses hung from tree trunks on the edge of farmland, their yellow fat dried by baking, and their foul-smelling limbs swaying in the wind.
These were all methods used to intimidate the ship slaves, so that they wouldn't think of escaping or resisting.
However, these corpses clearly show that the perpetrator had some perverse tastes.
Their methods were so cruel that they were even more terrifying and brutal than those of the Papal State of yesteryear, even causing Abraham, who was below them, to sigh deeply.
" The Papal State of the past were nothing more than a place of severe oppression, where people could hardly get enough to eat, and where life and death were decided at will."
There may be a few perverts who commit violence, but they all try their best to hide it, since Church regulations do not allow them to commit such brutal sins openly.
The world in the Southern Continent now seems to take pride in this. The corpses of those who have been brutally murdered are openly displayed on both sides of the road, completely disregarding law and humanity. If this continues, the world will undoubtedly descend into a complete Hell!
"It must be because humanity in the Southern Continent is withering away, laws are broken, and mankind is about to descend into madness that Your Majesty has awakened to rectify this bloody era and spread true holiness!"
Your Majesty's holiness truly moves this old servant to the extreme. So benevolent, holy, and timely in revival, if Your Majesty is not God, then who can be called God?"
Abraham, true to his Abraham, managed to find a way to compliment Norton.
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"So, the God unearthed from the back mountain of the Holy See is none other than Norton, the Vampire Progenitor who overthrew the Papal State and the Boya Empire 1,500 years ago, and even caused the deaths of nearly 90% of the population of the Southern Continent?"
Miles XIII stood before his desk, flipping through a parchment scroll that had dried out and shriveled to a considerable extent, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the hooded figure sitting opposite him.
"He was sealed away for a thousand years, but now he has reappeared, which will surely stir up a bloodbath in the Southern Continent once again!"
In the past, the Papal State had ways to restrain him, but now, judging from his ability to move freely within the Holy See and be exposed to the sunlight, it seems that the old restrictions are no longer effective against him.
He truly became the God of Garden of Eden, the true God!
The hooded man sitting upright in the seat to the side raised his face, revealing a thin and old face. His hair was already gray, and even his eyes were unusually cloudy, making him look somewhat like he was about to die.
His face was none other than that of the Second-Generation Vampire, the legendary King of Endurance, the most powerful person second only to the king, and the last Pope in power in the Papal State... Duoxia!
I never expected that this old rascal, Duoxia, would have just recovered and then infiltrated the national high command so quickly. He really has immense talent!
After his resurrection, Duoxia traveled to the human kingdoms without delay, and through extremely difficult means, met with the current king of the Aodelan Empire. He presented the ancient history that had been hidden and destroyed by the former Papal State, so that the current ruler would know the severity of the current situation.
Upon hearing Duoxia's words, Miles XIII flew into a rage and swept the book in his hand to the ground with a crash.
"Knowing full well that his resurgence would bring bloodshed, you still destroyed and concealed the old history. Isn't this just covering up his resurgence? If the old history were recorded to this day, constantly intimidating royal families around the world, how could this damned Norton possibly be resurrected?"
The fundamental mistake he made in his resurgence lies with you, and now, with his resurgence, you're all stepping forward to pretend to be the good guys!
Miles XIII was furious.
His anger was indeed quite justified.
After all, no one knew that such a terrifying creature was sealed away in the back mountain of the Church. If the news of Norton's sealing away had been recorded in history, he was sure that this guy would not have been able to be resurrected so easily as he is today!
His words Holy Lord Church.
If the Holy See hadn't been so blinded by its desire to become the sole major religion in the Southern Continent and thus conducted a mythological investigation, if those fanatical believers hadn't gathered within the Holy See, and if the deceased Pope Lai'ao'duo hadn't been so determined to restore the Church's rule, then this intractable problem wouldn't have arisen!
Duoxia's cloudy eyes were fixed on Miles XIII, looking at the elderly king, feeling that the situation was more troublesome than he had imagined.
In the past, while the Church's special methods were the best way to suppress Norton, it is undeniable that the visionary leaders also played a significant role.
Archbishop Adam and even Yalian III fought a desperate battle from beginning to end, with both sides engaging in various wars and ideological struggles, all in an effort to defeat Norton, the Vampire Progenitor.
However, human lifespans are now shortened, and seventy or eighty years old is considered a long life. We don't yet know if Miles XIII will be a great ruler, but judging from his physique, he may reach the end of his life in another ten years or so... Such a short lifespan is really hard to sustain in the war against Vampire!
However, despite his thoughts, he responded with the words: "Without historical records and personal experience, you may not know how terrible that era was."
If the existence of the Vampire Progenitor were allowed to be recorded in history and known to the ruling class, then the old Papal State system would continue, oppressing the people, the powerful, and everything else generation after generation, leaving people constantly numb and preoccupied with their own survival. The Southern Continent would not make any progress for more than a thousand years!
Today's religious reformation, the liberation of thought, and the Renaissance may seem like your efforts, but they ultimately surpass our past actions!
But none of that matters. What matters is that he has been resurrected! And he has become a true god.
"What so-called gods! You shamelessly attribute the changes of today's era to yourselves, and even use these so-called gods to intimidate us. In the past, humanity was able to seal Norton away once, and now the Southern Continent can seal him away again!"
I think you may not fully understand the present era. We have a million-strong army, powerful cannons and arquebuses, and we have sturdy ships that can continuously transport troops throughout the Southern Continent!
A Vampire becoming a so-called god? How many divisions does Norton have?!
Miles XIII looked at Duoxia sat in his seat like a corpse, and said coldly.
After all, he had never witnessed Norton's power, nor was he a person from Norton's era. In addition, the level of technology today is much higher than before, which makes him not really afraid of Norton.
Today, there are also enormous creatures in the sea, giant serpents weighing hundreds of tons, but they are still extremely weak when facing cannons and ships, and are easily captured by modern humans, even becoming a dish for royal banquets.
Norton was said to be only three meters tall, and he did indeed command many enormous, winged monsters. But what chance did he have against the current human army?
This is why, so far, none of the countries have reacted too strongly to Norton's recovery.
People don't really pay much attention to it.
Because there are indeed many large creatures in the Southern Continent. Not to mention the huge creatures in the sea, there are all kinds of huge animals on land, including strange birds that are seven or eight meters long and have human faces.
Given this ecosystem, when the Blood Clan Progenitor was resurrected, he only had a mere fifty-odd tall, winged servants. Before witnessing his immense power, the various countries of the Southern Continent still judged his strength based on the metal armor in the Holy See that Norton had broken years ago.
However, modern smelting techniques far surpass those of a thousand years ago. The alchemy methods of the past seem brittle and fragile by today's standards. In comparison, it's no wonder that royal families around the world don't hold Norton in high regard.
Seeing that he still maintained a somewhat aloof demeanor, Duoxia sighed deeply, then reached out and grasped the round iron badge on the table. With a creaking sound, he actually managed to crush the iron badge into a flat disc.
"As Second-Generation Vampire, I already possess such power, and this is the strength I displayed when I was hungry and weak. Before me was First-Generation Vampire, the Blood Clan True Ancestor, and after those two came the Vampire Progenitor, Norton... In this era, your cannons and arquebuses, though more powerful than the weapons of mortals in the past, are still utterly inadequate compared to it. Moreover, it has become a god; perhaps mortal things can no longer harm its very foundation."