Mysterious Tribulation

New calendar year 1027, May 31st, Monday.

Pulmouth, Mithra Palace.

King Arthur VI stood on the high-rise of the palace, looking at the crowds gathering on the square: "History... has opened a new page, but Sodom is not the protagonist!"

"Invis will become stronger and more stable at the same time. This is the glory of the royal family."

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom bowed.

Nicholas dressed in the red robe of the cardinal archbishop, standing behind the new Pope of the Holy Spirit, Cicero Murkdo, a poor guy who was pushed out by all sides to balance and back the pot, without saying a word.

"Let's go, today... we are all spectators."

King Arthur VI smiled.

A group of people slowly entered the hall. Cicero wore a noble and gorgeous pope robe, a triple crown of sun, moon and stars, and holding a scepter.

"First, let us mourn the dead and wounded in the'License Tragedy', and may the Holy Spirit accept their souls..."

"Lambs of the Holy Spirit, the great Holy Spirit has bestowed his miracles, allowing his three allies to descend on earth and guide the lost souls..."

There was a commotion among the people in the audience. After all, the Holy Spirit Cult has always been the state religion and has a deep faith.

The pope suddenly took the lead in breaking up, and devout believers would feel confused.

The chaos spreads more and more, turning into a hustle and bustle, and there are signs of rioting...

Nicholas watched this scene, bowed his head with the other archbishops, and mourned the decline of the Holy Spirit Church.

‘Having no matter how great the belief is, without power, it is vain after all! ’

‘Cicero’s back this time, the Holy Spirit has lost its religious monopoly in his hands. I am afraid that the next Red Robe Conference will launch an impeachment against him...’

'Although the Holy Spirit Cult has also obtained permission to form its own team of Extraordinaries, our background is too little compared to those ancient cults... Maybe this is also my opportunity to introduce the "invisible congregation". Power, let the Holy Spirit and the monastery converge, let the great Lord return to his throne and initiate a revolution...'

…

At this time, Cicero's voice was still flowing into Nicholas' ears continuously.

"With the approval of His Majesty the King, the following three churches also believe in the ‘true god’, and they have the same missionary power as the Holy Spirit’s Church in the land where the great Invis gloriously shines!"

"They are-the church of the **** of wisdom, the church of the **** of death, and the church of the **** of ice!

The people in the square became more and more riots. Some collapsed, yelling "I don't believe", "God", "The Holy Spirit curses you" and so on. They wanted to rush to the podium. Some with secret joy.

The sentiment of the people was widely aroused, and it was like a gunpowder keg that could explode with a little spark.

At this time, Hanot Iger in a religious robe, Buzig Hash with a dead face, and Anastasia, the iceberg beauty, stepped onto the high platform together.

"quiet!"

Anastasia looked at the turbulent stage, and an invisible spell with magical power echoed on the tip of his tongue.

Huhu!

Like a cold wind blowing across the square, everyone felt as if they were standing on a huge glacier, cold and majestic.

The original noise disappeared instantly, like a duck pinched by its neck.

Some frail people couldn't even resist this majesty, so they knelt down.

"My lord, the **** of death, is in charge of the souls of the people after death. After all souls leave the body, they will flow through the'dead river' to the underworld. That is the ultimate destination of all souls..."

Buzig Hash said: "Any mortal who offends the true **** will have their souls melted by the'dead river' after death, and they will never be able to get rest and peace!"

He used indifferent and cold words to outline a terrifying scene in the hearts of all believers.

Everyone seemed to see the illusory river that had no beginning and no end, running through life and death, the world and the underworld.

Countless translucent spirit bodies are flowing, struggling, sinking in the river...

For those who have faith, this post-mortem threat is more effective than anything else!

The bishops of the Holy Spirit Church have pale expressions, and the Death Church has divided the soul's power to interpret the fate of the soul after death as soon as it came up! This is a huge blow!

"Our Lord is the God of Wisdom, and He does not hesitate to share knowledge with all beings and promote the progress of science!"

Harnott Egg’s speech was much gentler and effectively calmed the horror of mortals: "Our church welcomes all people of insight to join... Our Lord protects every one of His followers... He will attract the souls of believers in the underworld. , Ascend into his kingdom of God!"

…

"This...is this the power of the true god?"

"Supernatural power, does it really exist?"

"Three true gods, three true gods..."

Metana stood among the aristocratic group, watching the scenes in the square.

Some devout believers cried bitterly, but covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

Some believers are delighted to witness the supernatural power with their own eyes. Many reporters have already written their manuscripts with red eyes.

Although the flow of information in this era is still sluggish, there may be ‘rumors’ of supernatural powers in the three churches of true God, and it will continue to spread outside Pulmouth.

The reason for the ‘rumour’ is naturally the compromise between the three churches and the royal family.

Of course, when asked about supernatural power, they would not deny its existence.

This alone is enough to turn the fortress of the Holy Spirit religion into a dune-like toy, and then smash it!

A large area of ​​believers has begun to waver!

It's a pity... the ‘Holy Spirit’ doesn’t exist, and Aaron doesn’t care.

"A new era... has arrived."

Metana watched this scene and murmured in a low voice.

…

"let's start."

In the dream world.

Standing in a dark forest, Aaron also said to himself.

After half a month of devouring and digesting, he has reached the pinnacle of the fourth element, meeting the prerequisites for promotion to the "perfect" and "Adam".

During this period, he was also exploring the spiritual world in secret, driving the creatures in the spiritual world, and building wonders for him.

This black forest belongs to a secret realm in the spiritual world, and it can be regarded as an unexpected gain from a good friend "Black Pharaoh".

After exploring, Aaron initially selected this place to build his own ‘spectacle’.

A large number of seconded mummified guards are carrying boulders and digging dirt...

Under the forest, an inverted pyramid has begun to take shape.

"There is always an inexplicable sense of sight to build a mausoleum for myself..."

Aaron walked into the hastily completed pyramid, all the way to the bottom.

There is no coffin there, only a dark throne.

"Oh... the aesthetic of the'Black Pharaoh' is just like that."

He murmured, sitting on the throne, and a pure white wax figure without a face appeared in his hands.

The promotion of the fifth elementary quality begins...