CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 98: THE CRUCIFIED WOMAN

Xianxian didn’t know that she had encountered it in the temple of Ancient Babylon City. Xianxian only appeared before Apoli as a bas-relief. Apoli’s words and deeds were not under her control in general. Previously, when she met with Subject Zero, Apoli’s personality would not have allowed her to take someone like Subject Zero to heart; she didn’t even show interest in asking his name.

Saint Father David did not say anything more, only reminding Xianxian to do her tasks according to the prearranged plan.

"Father, why do you want me to prevent the public release of Hammurabi Code, knowing that this law code can drive historical progress, can unlock the shackles on the brains of ignorant people," Xianxian, who had extensively read history books, was as familiar as the back of her hand with the major events and headlines of each historical period.

"A saint once said that the best strategy for governing people is the way of keeping them ignorant. Without certain people and events, what level of development could our world have reached now?" The ethereal voice of Saint Father David seemed as if it didn’t come from the computer, but rather directly through the ceiling, drifting down from the sky, sounding very elusive.

"No one can compare to the divine might of the Holy Father. Even without those historical saints and wise men, the presence of the Holy Father alone can reverse everything," Xianxian, who had followed Saint Father David for more than a decade, believed that whatever he wanted to do, whomever he wanted to change, he had the power to do so.

Her praise did not elicit any joy from the Holy Father; the computer screen dimmed as if someone suddenly cut the power.

The Holy Father was pondering over something. Xianxian thought of the words and expressions of Saint Father David just now; in fact, she didn’t know what he had in mind when he was speaking those words.

The Holy Father’s pale as snow pupils were intimidating to look directly at. Xianxian believed no one in the entire David Holy Sect dared to look directly into the Holy Father’s eyes. The Holy Father was always high above, to be revered by all. "Military Road" was probably just his spontaneous experiment. All she had to do in this experiment was to play the role of hindering historical progress. The virtual change of history probably wouldn’t alter the actual course of development.

The outside world did not know that Birui Island was actually about fifty nautical miles off the coast of East Hua Sea. The area was shrouded in thick fog year-round, and seldom saw sunlight, causing the skin of people who lived on Birui Island long-term to be as white as tallow and sheep milk, among them, Saint Father David’s skin and hair color were the most unique. His hair color was like a hundred years of unmelting vintage snow, deep in color, while his skin was tender like new snow.

Sometimes fishermen who lost their way would enter within three nautical miles of Birui Island, then their boats’ signaling and radar systems would malfunction for no reason. The fishermen had no choice but to leave the foggy area.

Saint Father David left the island twice a month, once to give a sermon to his followers, and another time to attend the funerals of some important figures in Hua Country.

For the rest of the time, no one knew what Saint Father David was busy with; he only lived in the sole tower on Birui Island, even his "daughter" Xianxian could only contact him through the computer.

That tower, to facilitate concealment, was only seven or eight floors high. Such building height can be seen everywhere in Hua Country, even in medium-sized towns.

The shape of the tower was very unique. It looked like a tree with lush branches and leaves, and up close, it looked like a mushroom cloud rising after an atomic bomb explosion.

Saint Father David had delegated all the affairs of the religion to Xianxian and the bishop, only intervening to mediate when there were disagreements between the two. His every appearance was unexpected, just as when he had met Xianxian earlier, always catching her off guard.

Some believers thought that he was a true deity; he not only knew the oldest Chinese medical techniques but was also an omnipresent hacker. Everyone believed that if he desired, he could access a system faster than the most skilled hacker, whether it belonged to the financial system or the Rand Military District.

Let us, for the time being, call that tower, which resembles both a tree and a mushroom cloud, the dwelling place of Saint Father David, Birui Tower.

The "trunk" of Birui Tower had a passage, with a velocity of 3 meters per second, completing the entire journey only required five seconds to reach the "canopy."

However, very few people have ever traveled this passage; most normal people are unable to withstand the discomfort brought by high speed.

At the canopy level, inlaid with countless transparent glass panes, the top level of Birui Tower pierces through the thick fog, being the only place in Birui Island where sunlight can be seen.