"O God, the purest of all, your devout followers humbly beseech you to send forth your holy light..."
"Greatest God, your humblest believer, I beg you to return to Garden of Eden..."
The chanting rang out during the live broadcast. His Majesty Duoxia set an example by kneeling on both knees, hands clasped together, eyes slightly closed, and devoutly and humbly reciting the so-called name of God.
Following Pope Duoxia's lead, everyone behind him—from the president and members of the Human Federation to the archbishop and the surrounding Church members—knelt down, eyes closed, chanting the so-called name of Duoxia, attempting to sincerely proclaim God 'God descent.
As the live broadcast unfolded across the Human Federation, billions of star systems, countless planets, and an innumerable population—believers and ordinary citizens alike, Church knights maintaining order and armed Human Federation police—all knelt on the ground in homage to Duoxia Duoxia, eyes closed, devoutly following his chanting, their hearts filled with anxious anticipation as they imagined and envisioned the true image of a holy God.
At this very moment, the humans in the Garden of Garden of Eden were truly devout to the fullest extent.
Such fervent faith, such devout calling—how could it not attract the descent of God?
The whispered prayers mingled together, and although each person's voice was soft, the sheer volume of the crowd created a buzzing sound. The energy from the sound caused the surrounding glass and even the ground to tremble slightly, like an earthquake.
The entire population knelt on the ground, eyes closed, in such devout prayer that they were completely unaware that the live broadcast had changed at some point.
His Majesty Duoxia's voice was still echoing through the screen, but his image had completely changed. The projected image had somehow transformed into a slender, tall, pale, and expressionless monster sitting on a pure silver throne.
The monster's gaze seemed to penetrate the screen, directly seeing the people kneeling and praying devoutly below. It could even see Pope Duoxia, kneeling before the live broadcast camera, setting an example for others.
He sat there quietly, watching as the Human Federation fought to save themselves, witnessing the most devout faith they displayed in their resistance against his brutal rule!
"Pray, call forth, for the fruit that has been awaited for five thousand years has finally come to be harvested..."
On Norton's indifferent face, amidst the prayers of the people and a change he vaguely sensed, a perverse smile bloomed—similar to Homelander being sprayed with milk by firecrackers, a smile that was a mixture of surprise and disbelief, disbelief and the joy of achievement, and joy that touched upon the pleasure of sexual fetishes.
He sat enthroned on a pure silver throne, with two wooden stakes standing upright on either side of him.
Both wooden stakes had a human head embedded in them, and both heads could see the scene of people kneeling and praying on the screen in front of Norton.
Elizabeth on the left has a calm expression, conveying a sense of defeat and acceptance of the outcome.
On the right, Abraham stared in disbelief, tears of blood welling in his eyes, as he gazed in despair at the sight of the people praying.
A desperate cry echoed in its mind: It's all fake! Humanity's attempt to awaken God and fight against this pale monster is nothing but a step-by-step descent into a trap He has laid himself!
Insidious, so sinister! This bastard Norton constructed the life-and-death dream five years ago, all to increase the human population and fill the souls of Heaven, thereby uniting the faith of the entire nation, so that they could act without reservation, without hesitation, and unite as one, with everyone becoming the final key to awaken God with utmost devotion!
Damn it, he wanted to kill a god from the very beginning!
Blood flowed from Abraham's eyes; his fear of Norton ran deep in his bones.
Now, he understands everything.
Norton, that bastard, wanted to devour the gods from the very beginning!
However, he could not use oppression to unite the faith of the entire nation, nor did he know how vast a soul was required for the descent of divine wisdom, nor did he know how high a quality was required for the Anchor of the gods.
Therefore, he used immortality to reproduce countless humans, thereby fixing the concentration of the Heaven Soul and preventing it from increasing entropy according to the laws of nature, so that the Heaven Soul gradually expands.
Then, it can use war to cause the population to die continuously. In this way, the souls of Heaven will be full, the souls of the real world will wander, and God's descent will have sufficient material energy.
Finally, humanity, driven by despair and anger by the revelation of the final lie after a thousand years of war, launched a desperate nationwide resistance, thus forming the most stubborn, massive, and steadfast Anchor. All the obstacles to God's descent were overcome in his three-volume plan.
Therefore, God came!
"Buzzing..."
The murmurs of the people converged, their voices humming and vibrating together.
I don't know how long they murmured, nor when it started, but the frequency of their murmurs gradually became more consistent.
The occasional physical actions of people scratching their ears and cheeks disappeared from the crowd at some point. Everyone knelt on the ground, accompanied by murmurs, seemingly trapped in a strange state. They seemed to be gradually unifying, gradually becoming consistent, and even their bodies began to sway and shake in a slightly uniform manner.
The sun appeared even more golden, but this brilliance didn't seem to add much light. On the contrary, as the sun grew brighter, the light in the planetary cities was rapidly fading away.
The sky gradually darkened; no, it wasn't just the sky that darkened.
Throughout the entire universe, the glittering stars seem to be losing their light.
The once magnificent Milky Way gradually faded as human cities grew darker, its radiant light slowly disappearing, as if the entire universe was falling into a dark and desolate void.
The trembling of the kneeling believers seemed to intensify, the amplitude of their shaking appearing to be closely related to the vibrational frequency of their collective murmurs.
Perhaps due to the sheer number of people, the energy generated by the combined murmurs seemed to affect the buildings and the ground, causing the city to tremble slightly amidst the whispers, their frequencies becoming increasingly similar.
"Buzzing..."
Amidst the increasingly regular murmurs and vibrations, the entire planet seemed to begin to tremble and shake. This tremor continued to spread rapidly, and after an unknown amount of time, even the star, which could no longer emit light, began to tremble along with the trembling vacuum.
Utter darkness enveloped the human city; such absolute darkness made it seem as if they had actually been erased by reality.
Amidst this trembling sound, everything seemed illusory, everything seemed to vanish.
The whispers of humans have been completely transformed into a strange, fluctuating frequency. Humans, cities, planets, galaxies—all reality and souls—seem to gradually disappear and vanish within this frequency.
The entire universe seemed to have fallen into absolute emptiness, or rather, nothingness.
Even the great hall where Norton was located, the pure silver throne beneath his body, and the heads embedded on either side of him, were completely plunged into absolute darkness and emptiness.
His pale body, which had once sat regally on the throne, now sat quietly in the endless void.
Even his eyes, which could pierce through Heaven and reality, and traverse endless years and time, could no longer see any space or time.
It seemed that Norton himself was the only one left in the entire universe and in the entire spacetime.
And, in the void and darkness before him, a pale, slender figure gradually formed...
Norton's expression softened slightly.
He felt like he had gone too far.
Because he simply couldn't understand the changes happening around him!
Is it too late to admit defeat now?
As Norton felt uneasy, a meaning that seemed to touch the depths of his soul manifested itself within him.
"It's that time of year again... Norton."