Dark clouds loom over the city, threatening to crush it.
With the combined might of the Holy Empire of the Southern Continent and the Gothic Empire of the Northern Continent, a powerful force was clearly pressing down on the Pale God.
As Norton's reputation suffered, the Pale Church also became universally reviled.
Fortunately, Norton has now abandoned his plan to become emperor through fame, since it's pointless. Otherwise, this alone would have led to a complete bloodbath in the Southern Continent.
This also highlights the underlying logic that there are no good people in the Southern Continent.
Regardless, the plan against the Pale God had already begun, and even the poor had sensed something amiss.
Newspapers no longer concealed the deeds of the Pale God Pale God, eager to attribute the current misery of the people of the Southern Continent entirely to him.
Behind the scenes, the mobilization of supplies began to proceed in an orderly manner, and train timetables were rewritten on a large scale.
Even the gargoyles, who had been transformed into Gargoyle and stationed at the Pale Holy See, were taken away by Abraham with Norton's approval and flown in another direction.
Now, apart from a few low-ranking Vampire missionaries, only the Pale God Norton remains in the vast Holy See, huddled there, awaiting the arrival of the final storm.
The night was already pitch black, and a gentle breeze brought a slight chill.
The dim candlelight softly illuminated the pristine white interior of the church, and the tall, pure white statue standing at the very front of the church seemed slightly unclean in the dim light.
The once bustling cathedral, which was frequented by missionaries, is now deserted, except for a tall, pale-skinned humanoid monster sitting quietly on a pew.
The dim light shone on that slender figure, making its strange yet perfect appearance even more striking.
The candlelight flickered, and the soft sound of rain echoed outside the church. The atmosphere was desolate, yet countless eyes were fixed on this place.
Even though it was raining at night, there were still quite a few people in black standing in the darkness with black umbrellas, looking towards the direction of the Holy See from the surrounding high-rise buildings.
From the Imperial Council to Abraham, who has already led his bats far away, or the current leader of the Werewolf pack, and all sorts of other leaders.
The fine rain pattered on the umbrella, making a soft, pattering sound that accentuated the stillness of the rainy night and amplified the sense of loneliness.
However, the crowds standing everywhere did not feel any melancholy or sadness, but only endless tension and anxious anticipation.
Tonight is the final harvest moment before this Pale God.
If the War Machine from the Northern Continent can truly be immune to the terrifying life-level Pressure of that Pale God, then they can completely control the discourse and have the courage to face this Pale God.
The damage to the reputation of that Pale God has reached its limit. Now, with the outpouring of this War Machine, they can completely abolish the Pale God's position God, consolidate the Pale Church, deny its right to Mass, and gradually reduce the influence of that Pale God to a minimum!
Although success was within reach, the three true rulers of the Holy Empire Parliament were extremely uneasy.
Because the whole process went too smoothly.
The Pale God offered no resistance from beginning to end, yet now it seemed as if He had known their plans all along, waiting in the church and even dispersing all the Pale Church members inside.
He used to practically never come to church!
This inevitably instilled in them an indescribable fear.
But now the arrow is on the bowstring, and there's no turning back!
"Waaaaah..."
The roar of train whistles shattered the silence of the rainy night, and dozens of steel trains roared toward the capital, accompanied by the sound of them squeezing the rails as they ran.
"Puff!!!" Accompanied by the roar of steam engines spewing out steam, a series of dark figures, each over three meters tall, moved slowly forward in the rainy night, spraying scorching steam.
The fine raindrops fell on the burning steam engine's casing, and almost instantly they were baked into steam by the high temperature on the engine, then re-entered the sky.
The night was pitch black, and the sturdy sound of machine bearings mingled with the sound of rain as it rumbled toward the only church in the Holy See that was lit by a few candles.
The sight of the plumes of murky white steam billowing out of the darkness filled the people of the Southern Continent with dread.
"Damn it, the Northern Continent actually has such advanced technology now?"
"What are these things? Why can these machines operate autonomously without anyone controlling them?"
"Damn, look at their movements, they're as fluid as humans!"
Before the gasps of amazement had subsided, the more than five hundred War Machine, which had gathered together and formed an encirclement, had already driven out of the dimly lit church, braving the fine rain.
The rain intensified, yet the Pale God within the church seemed to remain seated.
However, an invisible Pressure, like a real mountain, crashed down on the surrounding crowd.
"Thump!" Senator Rothschild almost instantly knelt down, his clothes soaked through by the rain, but he forced his head back up and looked expectantly at the church below.
Amidst the expectant yet apprehensive gazes of the surrounding crowd, the more than five hundred steel knights remained completely unaffected.
Instead, as if sensing the location of the Pressure of that Pale God, it instantly spewed out scalding steam, and then, unable to bear it any longer, crashed into the church with a deafening roar.
"Good!!!"
Despite the immense pressure, Senate President Rothschild laughed heartily and roared. Although his body remained immobile under the intense Pressure, he felt as if his mind had instantly become lighter and free from stress.
The Pressure of this Pale God is no longer effective against the War Machine, which means they can truly confront this Pale God!
Thinking of this, some people even shed tears.
It's hard to imagine that after years of struggle and unimaginable sacrifices Northern Continent, all they did was not to imprison that Pale God, but to truly take action against him!
"Boom!" The thick walls of the church were smashed down by the dense array of steel knights.
Because of their sheer number, the church walls could no longer support them, and the entire church dome collapsed with a deafening roar.
A cloud of smoke and dust filled the air, countless fragments of stone flew everywhere, and the entire massive cathedral was reduced to ruins. The enormous dome buried both the Pale God and the steel knights who rushed into it.
Even so, the outer Iron Knights continued to charge inward, in dense, overwhelming numbers.
However, the next moment, a deafening explosion rang out amidst the smoke-filled ruins.
"Boom!"
A dozen or so War Machine that rushed in first were suddenly flung out of the smoke and dust like cucumbers, crashing heavily into the surrounding buildings, deforming their bodies and rendering them unable to move.
The fine rain had already suppressed the drifting dust.
In the ruins that were finally exposed, a pure white, slender, and perfect body, like a true god, stood tall amidst the ruins, exuding boundless holiness!
A beautiful, melodious voice, like that of a singer, rang out, seemingly transmitted across a distance to everyone's ears.
"Today, I will show you the boundless power of my Pure White God..."
Before he could finish speaking, a steel fist slammed into Norton's pale, perfect face, sending him flying.