"Puff!!!"
Steaming hot vapors billowed from the small chimney behind the steel machine as the steam engine burned, the heat suffocating yet revealing the machine's cold and ruthless power.
Such a method of incorporating the soul into a machine and using it to drive it is something that makes royal families around the world extremely wary.
But they were more afraid that these methods would be useless against him than against that Pale God.
Therefore, even though they were wary of the so-called Eternal Life Society, they still used its supernatural methods and even spared no expense in using their national resources to help it flourish.
Hearing the words of Priest Duoxia, Miles XIV nodded slightly and sighed, "Very well. That Pale God is truly the greatest scourge of Garden of Eden. If the Eternal Life Society's mechanical methods can truly be immune to his terrifying Pressure, perhaps they can indeed have the ability to contend with him."
But that alone is not enough. The Vampire and Werewolf of the Southern Continent can use normal people to fight back with silver bullets or images of God from the Holy Lord Church of the past. These difficult-to-manufacture and costly War Machine can be used as spearheads to strike at the heart of the enemy!
However, the Southern Continent is now teeming with extraordinary beings, and our current methods of combating Southern Continent are still insufficient.
Why not transform those barbarians of the Northern Continent, who have been ruled by the demarcation but still harbor treacherous intentions, into War Machine, and use them to form a million-strong army to fight a final battle against that Pale God!
Miles XIV is now very old. He is over fifty years old.
The sun is now slightly dimmer than before, but he feels he has at most thirty years left to live.
Furthermore, he himself was suffering from syphilis. Although he received effective treatment with royal support, it was not completely eradicated; it was merely kept from worsening.
Therefore, he wanted to do something before he died.
The Pale God of the Southern Continent annihilated all the major empires of the Southern Continent in one fell swoop, leading to the revival of the mythological era. His existence evoked both emotional hatred and social intolerance towards them.
The Southern Continent has now developed into a constitutional monarchy, but they do not want to learn from the Southern Continent and decentralize their power, nor are they willing to lose the legacy of their royal family that has been passed down for many years.
The overwhelming and all-encompassing Existence Level of the Pale God has already destined them to be incompatible enemies, and the rapid development of the Southern Continent also determines that they will no longer have much time for peaceful development.
Currently, due to the difficulty of waging a war across the sea, both sides have tacitly agreed not to interfere with each other. However, just as the Southern Continent previously regarded the Northern Continent as an untapped cake, the Southern Continent still considers the Northern Continent, which they occupy, to be a delicious cake.
Whether from the perspective of resources, the relationship between the two sides, or the overall strategic vision of the Pale God, the two major forces of the Northern Continent, who share the same origin, will inevitably engage in a devastating war sooner or later.
Therefore, Miles XIV's only remaining thought was to completely end this century-long hatred and boundless divine Pressure before his death.
"Cough cough cough..." Miles XIV coughed softly, and his attendants immediately stepped forward to support him.
He breathed slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the faces of the emperors around him.
"Our conflict with that Pale God and even the entire Southern Continent is irreconcilable, not only because of past hatred, but also because of the royal family's rule."
Although our methods are ruthless and many have died, all of this is a necessary sacrifice.
I hope everyone can work together so that future generations can have peace of mind... cough cough cough... go back now."
Miles XIV gave Duoxia a deep look, then took the lead and walked out with the help of his attendants.
The other emperors also followed behind him.
The situation in the Southern Continent was causing them immense headaches. The Pale God was like a steel knife hanging over their heads, so they couldn't possibly have any thoughts of internal strife. Everything could be resolved through discussion.
Only Duoxia, who resembled a skeleton, remained in place, watching the emperors walk away completely before turning around to look at the members of the Eternal Life Society behind him.
"Priest Mark, you've overstepped your bounds. The Eternal Life Society has practically become the number one sect in the Northern Continent, yet you're still not satisfied. Do you really want to become the second Pale God?" Duoxia's face was grim, his two scarlet eyes fixed on the man behind him.
"Hmph, Archbishop Duoxia, mind your own business. God has granted us the will; we devout believers can avoid Hell and attain true eternal life!"
God has already granted us the power to control souls. Compared to God's miraculous methods, the so-called Pale God is nothing more than a brute who acts recklessly with his flesh!
That Pale God steals the name of God but enjoys a high position; we, who truly believe in God, can certainly take his place!
"But you'd better not spread the news of our release of the gods!" The man named Mark, with a small mustache, a hood, and a top hat, and a hooked nose, had a deep blue eye full of disdain.
He then snorted coldly and led his group of Eternal Life Society members, driving the towering War Machine, away from the area.
Only Duoxia, with a gloomy expression, and Jacob, Vampire behind him, stood still.
After a long while, a sigh finally came from his mouth.
"A bunch of fools! I only hope that Jonah, imprisoned in the sun, can be as truly noble as Kuba was in the past!"
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(Sorry, I've been quite busy these past few days, I'll finish this soon)