CHAPTER 827: CHAPTER 395: SHROUDING THE SKY AND SUN, GLOBAL SILENCE

Under the watchful eyes of countless global viewers, the golden gate revealed a crack.

Figures floated up from the direction of the Holy City of the Vatican.

They walked on air, making gestures of pilgrimage toward the gate.

Each live audience member...

Each viewer watching the live broadcast on television...

At this moment, all Catholic believers subconsciously made the same movement, beginning to welcome the divine arrival.

Inside the golden gate.

A void.

Actually, it was only a space roughly the size of a coffin.

The gate, on the contrary, seemed a bit too large.

But the elder standing within did not care.

Because he... felt it.

With the support of many of his subordinates, he felt countless thoughts within a radius of ten thousand meters surging toward him.

As the thoughts merged.

The elder could clearly feel that this small void space, created by the collective power of the people, was expanding in all directions at the speed of an ant moving house!

This was already an astonishing speed!

The speed of an ant moving house is also visibly improving!

How many people were around?

If the entire world believed in Catholicism.

He could replace the divine with himself!

It might not be long before he became truly divine on earth!

At this moment, the elder finally understood why the one in Los Angeles kept expanding the preaching range of the Rebirth Sect.

Followers were equivalent to power!

At this moment, the elder comprehended.

The purity of faith did not matter.

The key was to have many.

The key was to show holiness, giving these thoughts of faith a place to belong!

This was the true purpose behind the Rebirth Sect!

Fortunately, he realized it in time through the other’s actions.

He too wanted to become a deity!

...

Feeling that the atmosphere was about ripe.

Although reluctant, the elder dared not delay.

With a thought, his decrepit body burst into life as trees in spring, his dry white hair turned brown, and his layers of aged skin regained youthful luster.

He looked kind, wearing a crown of grass, transformed into the exact image of the statue of Jesus, slowly pushing open the golden gate under countless gazes.

Weng~

Golden holy light turned into steps to heaven.

A figure bathed in golden light, walking in the void, finally appeared in the eyes of the world.

The people below, already fanatical, were completely ignited.

"Jesus!"

"My Lord!"

Some shouted madly, reaching out to grasp.

Some were so excited they fainted.

Everyone, even those who came with curiosity to watch, was completely moved by the scene and turned into Catholic fanatics.

Holy arrival, holy arrival.

When the divine arrives, everything will be settled.

Only those more than twenty Third Rank Life strongmen from various countries.

They watched this scene coldly.

The Pope’s antics could deceive the mundane, but for those of them who had condensed a magnetic field of life, it was a farce.

Imagine.

An old thing with skin sagging, wearing sacred white attire, grinning showing a sparse set of teeth to those below...

Really unsightly.

The key was the feverish atmosphere below.

At this moment, they realized the power of religion.

If today’s event concluded perfectly, Catholicism might truly dominate globally, surpassing any era!

...

On the other hand.

Almost at the moment when the Pope descended in the form of Jesus.

The global leaders watching this show from various countries realized something was amiss.

The Rebirth Sect was no good.

But the ambition of the Catholic Church scheming for holy arrival might not be small.

Before, they never imagined the scale would be this grand, merely intending to use Catholicism to curb the expansion of the Rebirth Sect, later considering adding more religions to let them consume each other, avoiding any single dominance.

Now, looking at it.

This group from the Vatican clearly intended to use their meticulous plans to grow!

Until now.

These people were still unaware of the Pope’s true objective for this mission.

When they were discussing whether to interrupt the upcoming atmosphere or block the spread of Catholicism.

An unforeseen event occurred.

It was a middle-aged man from Hua Country, who claimed to be a Heavenly Master.

He looked disdainfully at the fanatical believers around, his robe howling, eyebrows raised, his whole body sparkling with thunder, erupting with a violent pressure.

The middle-aged Heavenly Master, a flash of red glinted in his eyes, unexpectedly appeared in front of the Pope personified as Jesus, drawing thunder from the heavens, causing another round of exclamations.

Another holy apparition?

Surrounded by thunder, if not holy, what was it?

The only discomfort was that this holy apparition was actually a Hua Country person.

Could it be that the holy apparition didn’t only descend upon Europe?

...

The Pope showed little reaction to this unexpected event.

He looked indifferently at the thunder-wielding middle-aged man: "Do you intend to violate the divine dignity?"

"Divine?"

The middle-aged man’s eerie red glow surged, transforming into a silhouette of a blood moon: "Absorbing the thoughts of all beings and condensing that ghostly thing behind you, this is your purpose. Do you know that humans have three treasures: essence, energy, and spirit? Thoughts are a person’s spirit. Without the spirit, a person will die. You are using the lives of beings to achieve your goal, this is evil!"

"Evil?"

The Pope spread his arms.

Countless white lights shone, causing exclamations from below.

Increasingly fervent prayers resounded through the heavens and earth.

Tens of thousands of voices unified, filled with fanaticism.

The Pope pointed downward: "Look, how joyful they are. I have given them the anchor of faith. From now on, they are no longer lost. In your Hua Xia words, this is merit. Seeing their joy brings me great happiness too, this is satisfaction. We merely meet the needs of each other, why do you call me evil?"