manynovel Chapter 305 Not as weak as he thought, not as kind as he thought.
Chapter 305 Not as weak as he thought, not as kind as he thought.
Chapter 305 Not as weak as he thought, not as kind as he thought.
The Blood God Cult's evil schemes are quietly unfolding, while the various kingdoms of Central China and the Seven Holy Spirits Church behind them remain completely unaware.
They were unaware of the impending catastrophe and were only puzzled by the sudden relocation of the Candlelight Society.
As a remnant of the God of Light, the Candlelight Church, though not purged, has always been excluded from the mainstream and not accepted by the Seven Holy Spirits Church.
However, the Candlelight Society is by no means weak, and any sudden disturbance must be investigated.
Bishop of Life, who had previously fought alongside Wright, readily accepted the task and approached Wright, who was preparing to leave, before the candlelight vigil had completely ended.
"The Church of the Seven Holy Spirits sent you here just to ask me about this?"
Wright Radiant frowned, displeased that he had added more work to his workload.
"Your Excellency the Radiant One is right. The sudden departure of the Candlelight Society has left the Church quite puzzled."
The Bishop of Life spoke at a measured pace, his magnificent green robe with gold patterns gleaming slightly, exuding an aura of vitality.
The surrounding plants, influenced by this atmosphere, grew even more luxuriantly.
Klein, however, dismissed the aura with a casual slap, thus halting the plant's rampant growth.
"Don't try any tricks on me, and don't even think about getting me covered in your disgusting spores."
"I didn't use any tricks; these plants did it willingly," the Bishop of Life chuckled nonchalantly. "Do I have to teach them how to grow?"
He paused, surveying the now largely empty Candlelight Society compound, and said, "Besides, since you're all planning to move out, why bother with the plants here?"
"Could it be that the relocation is just a pretext, and they actually want to go underground and do some shady things?"
The bishop's tone was aggressive, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Wright's expression.
"Heh, you can rest assured, the candlelight won't be back for a very long time."
Wright sneered, "We're just a civilian organization. We don't dare breathe the same air as the magnanimous Church of the Seven Holy Spirits. Of course, we have to leave here and find another way out."
The Church of the Seven Holy Spirits has been accustomed to acting arrogantly and domineeringly in the Middle Kingdom and cannot tolerate other "civilian" forces.
Behind this colossal entity comprised of seven major churches stands a demon god, all victors of the Battle of Sunset.
However, as the Itnity energy level declined, they also fell into silence for various reasons, and to this day, there is no trace of them.
It is unknown whether these seven demons abandoned the church or whether they are still seriously injured and have not yet recovered.
Even if the demon behind them cannot manifest, the Church, with the vast resources it gained from dividing the Court of Eternal Day, can still be considered the largest power in Middle-earth and even the entire continent.
They naturally have the right to be arrogant and domineering.
"It's good that you think that way. Considering we fought side by side, I don't want to fight you."
Bishop of Life nodded slightly; he had gotten the answer he wanted.
"Since that's the case, you can leave now, right? I'm also about to set off to leave Middle-earth." Wright saw him off without any politeness.
"Well, well... good luck." The bishop shrugged and turned to leave.
The turquoise figure quickly disappeared. Wright looked at the lawn where the bishop had just stepped, remained silent for a moment, and then released a dazzling white light that burned one side of the lawn.
In the air, countless invisible spores evaporated instantly, leaving behind a smell of sun-baked spores.
"Tsk, that old bastard, he's still as dishonest as ever."
He pursed his lips and casually reached out towards the sky.
Suddenly, the sunlight in the area near the base became even more intense.
Screams, barely perceptible to ordinary people, echoed through the space. Although the purification lasted for less than a second, in Wright's eyes, the surroundings were already filled with the corpses of countless tiny lives.
"All done, time to hit the road."
The Bishop of Life sensed it almost the instant the light of purification descended.
He glanced back at the road he had come from and let out a cold snort.
"Hmph, your senses are still so sharp."
The disappearance of the aura proves that the Radiant One has departed.
The Candlelight Church was to relocate to the Scorched Earth in the South, a fact the church had already learned of long ago.
Although the bishop didn't know what was so attractive about that godforsaken place, Ember Scorched Earth, he was happy to have one less competitor.
With one potentially disruptive force gone, he and the Cult of Life can now focus less on dealing with the Blood God Cult's infiltration.
The thought of the rising power in that wild northern land gave the Bishop of Life a headache.
The harsh land that first quelled the chaos was not content with temporary peace; instead, it set its sights on the fertile and prosperous Central Plains.
While the Church was preoccupied with dealing with the invasion of oblivion, the barbarians of the north extended their reach into the Middle-earth and sent out a force known as the "Five Fingers".
Their purpose is obvious: to seize control of the entire Central Plains.
Each of those five fingers possesses extraordinary abilities and unique skills. Their fighting spirit and patience are truly astonishing. The secret weapon from the Blood God Cult will bring endless surprises.
When the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits came to its senses, it discovered that its own internal structure was riddled with holes.
Even if a major purge is launched immediately, little progress will be made; at most, some of the lower-level gangs developed by Five Fingers will be identified.
They didn't manage to catch many of the Five Fingers members who had infiltrated.
Nowadays, even the Bishop of Life cannot guarantee whether there are any traitors within his own sect.
"We'll be busy when we get back. It's all those damned northern barbarians' fault. Once we've completed our internal review, we must strike hard and shut them down in the north!"
What the bishop didn't know was that while he was chanting, the northern barbarians he was talking about were also chanting about them.
"The Seven Holy Spirits Churches each possess unique skills and should not be underestimated."
Modi looked at Itnity on the projected map, the light always fixed on the center.
That is Middle-earth, the heart of the entire continent.
If someone could look down over the entire continent, it wouldn't be hard to see that the continent's outline is actually the shape of a cross.
The frozen soil of the North and the scorched soil of the South are located at the top and bottom ends of the cross, respectively, while the Central Earth is embedded in its center.
Modi did not believe that the continent's regular shape was a coincidence; he was more convinced that it was created by some being.
"The countries of the Middle Kingdom are the private domain of the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits, and the land is fertile and rich in resources. Even if there are changes in the kingdoms and regimes, it will not affect the status of the Church."
"After years of rule, the church has a deep foundation and a long history. It's hard to say whether they will suddenly pull out some ultimate weapon when they go to war with us."
Fan Jin offered a warning with some concern. In his view, although the Blood God Cult was strong and had the only Immortal in the open, they still needed to be cautious when facing the Seven Holy Spirits Church.
Otherwise, even if we manage to take it, we will suffer heavy losses.
"Well said, keep it up." Mordy nodded. "So, what do you suggest we do?"
Although he had already made plans, he still needed to listen to the advice of his strategists at this time to avoid being blinded by his own limited understanding and making some irrational decisions.
"To reduce the chances of accidents, we must precisely strike specific targets, quickly paralyze the Church's operations, and achieve results as quickly as possible... The expected target is half of Middle-earth."
Following Fan Jin's suggestion, Mo Di lightly tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingertip and slowly spoke: "Information-based blitzkrieg?"
"Uh, that's a good description."
"Why only half of Central China?"
"Forcibly taking over the entire Central Plains is possible, but my sect will inevitably suffer heavy losses. As long as we have half of the Central Plains, giving the sect a glimmer of hope, they will not consider a fight to the death."
As Fan Jin spoke, he gave him a loss prediction table derived from the law.
After receiving the report, Mo Di subconsciously took out a pair of glasses and put them on.
"In this way, our expected losses will be within acceptable limits. After digesting the gains of the first expedition, we can launch a second and third expedition, gradually shrinking the church's living space."
Fan Jin then explained.
"Boiling a frog in lukewarm water?" Mordy stroked his chin. "Not a bad idea, but the church won't be oblivious."
"The Church of the Seven Holy Spirits isn't as united as we are."
His calm tone carried a hint of pride. "They are divided into seven factions, worshipping seven different holy spirits... that is, demon gods. There are constant internal conflicts. There are hawks like the Life Cult, and naturally there are doves like the Ember Cult."
"The doves tend to be conservative. As long as there is room for maneuver, they are unlikely to be too radical. As long as there are disagreements within the church, we will have an opportunity to take advantage of them," Fan Jin said.
Seeing his confident expression, Modi said, "Yes, that makes sense, but what if one of them were to emerge who could forcefully suppress their differences and unite them as one... an immortal?"
The intelligence gathered so far does not indicate the existence of immortals within the church, but one can never be too careful.
Although, the moment he spoke those words, he already had the answer.
Fan Jin raised his head, looked directly into his eyes, and didn't say anything, but sometimes, silence is also an answer.
"I knew it... Alright, if there are immortals, I'll handle them," Modi laughed. "However, if I can't beat them, I won't fight to the death, and the plan will have to be adjusted."
The most capable fighter in the entire Blood God Cult is its leader; if there's any immortal being, only he can handle it.
After further discussion, Fan Jin did not discuss the overall strategy again, but instead offered some specific suggestions.
"The five fingers I taught have already infiltrated the enemy ranks and are ready to make a pact at any time." Before the expedition begins, let them create some chaos.
"We can release some false information to make the church mistakenly believe that we are going to attack other places. Of course, in order to prevent prophetic methods, we will have to trouble you to cover up the secrets of heaven."
"Finally, this is the target we will focus our attack on."
His expression was serious as he circled more than a dozen areas on the map.
Although these areas are shrouded in mist, they are the core locations of the church that Five Fingers painstakingly discovered.
It could be a treasure vault, a church, or the location of relics left behind by pioneers, such as the Sword of the Hero.
"The treasure vault may contain ancient weapons, the church may be used to communicate with demons, and the relics left by the pioneers may summon heroes. These should be eliminated first."
At first, Mordi was able to maintain a calm expression.
But the more he listened, the stranger his expression became.
He almost lost his composure when he heard the name of the Sword of the Warrior.
"I can summon heroes? Does that mean I've become a demon king?"
"What are you talking about?" Fan Jin chuckled. "None of the demon kings in history were as powerful as you."
Before the restoration of the ether, many demon kings who wreaked havoc in the history of the Middle Kingdom had emerged.
However, without exception, none of them were as powerful...and terrifying as the Blood God Cult.
In short, it's neither that weak nor that kind.
"As for how to quickly take over the target area, I suggest using the River Styx to deploy troops and seal off the area to prevent the enemy from transmitting intelligence and expanding their territory."
The Styx River that Fan Jin mentioned does not refer entirely to Modi, but rather to the great river that runs through the Blood Sea and the underground of the Northern Territory.
The River Styx is extremely filthy and treacherous, harboring countless evil demons and monsters, yet it is also a space projection device commonly used by the Blood God Cult.
Wherever the River Styx flows, the surrounding area will be polluted by the sea of blood, and the Blood God Cult can also use it to teleport to the corresponding area.
"Do we need the River Styx to change course? Sure."
Modi agreed without much hesitation. The Styx River was originally a transportation network and strategic weapon he had built, similar to the Rainbow Bridge in Marvel's Asgard.
Although it cannot penetrate a planet, it is enough to flatten most things on the surface.
Since returning to the territory of the Life Church, the bishop has been extremely busy, either leading teams to hunt down the misled traitors or personally going to fight the Five Fingers.
Even with all that work, he still reaped very little reward; those people were just too good at running around.
"Damn it, another empty outpost. I made a wasted trip."
Looking at the empty room, the bishop stomped his foot, and a large number of plant roots sprouted from the ground, instantly tearing off the roof and demolishing the outer walls.
"Your Excellency, please calm down. We did not come away empty-handed; we also found intelligence that the spies had not had time to destroy."
One of his priests strode over and handed him a piece of parchment stained with blood.
"Hmm? The corrupt power of heresy."
The bishop sneered, casually wiping the blood off the paper.
As the greenish light flickered, the parchment returned to its original state, and the words on it all shimmered with a green glow, as if they were alive and dancing on the surface of the paper.
"Let me see what secrets those heretics are hiding... hmm?"
The words on the parchment exploded in the bishop's mind like a thunderclap.
He grasped that fleeting inspiration, and his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"I see, I see, this is their plan, I understand everything now."
Why did the Five Fingers, after infiltrating the Central Plains, not go to bewitch the local lords and nobles, but instead recruit gangs and poor people that the church looked down upon?
Why has the North remained calm and peaceful so far, without any major developments?
The answer lies in this parchment.
"Their true purpose is to use their five fingers to distract the church and secretly attack the mountainous countries in the west that have an alliance with the church."
As the saying goes, people only believe what they want to believe, and that's exactly what the Bishop of Life is doing right now.
Even though there were only two sentences on the paper, he still filled in many details in his mind.
"To create chaos and pave the way for westward expansion... No, I must report this as soon as possible."
The bishop clutched the parchment tightly, turned and left without looking back.