Chapter 532: Chapter 481: The Great Master Has Lost Again! Chapter 532: Chapter 481: The Great Master Has Lost Again! “Oh Lord, your power makes the stars dim, shining brighter than the great sun in the sky!”
“I beseech you to dispel doom and punish those minions of the Evil God!”
Within the Holy City, countless believers who had witnessed the ‘miracle’ were shouting loudly, firmly believing that it must be the great Moon Goddess punishing the wicked!
Yet atop the Sky Dome Tower, Pope Alvis, who was watching the same scene, looked unsightly, with increasing unease in his heart.
Because this was not any form of Divine Arts he knew.
Most importantly, the ‘Divine Power’ within him had gradually quieted down.
“Send orders to halt the attack on the kingdom… Also, immediately select a new Holy Maiden!” Alvis turned his head and commanded in a deep voice.
The cardinals, who had similarly seen the ‘miracle,’ had just recovered from their shock and heard Alvis’s words, were instantly dumbfounded, almost doubting if they had heard wrong.
But they remembered… Hadn’t a Holy Maiden just been selected?
Yet under Pope Alvis’s icy gaze, no bishop dared to voice objections. Thinking back to the strange spectacle of the light beam reaching toward the heavens, some had already begun to guess what was happening.
“Yes, Your Holiness!”
Several cardinals immediately received the order and left the Sky Dome Tower, all feeling quite uneasy.
“It seems that this time, the counterattack on the kingdom has failed.” Cardinal Sirid lowered his voice, his tone trembling slightly.
Although he did not yet know what had happened, from the Pope’s decision to stop the actions, it must have been a serious problem.
Moreover, changing two Holy Maidens within just over three months was unprecedented in the history of the church!
Sirid even suspected that both Holinesses had already died at the hands of the wizards.
“Could it be that the Lord’s favor has departed from us?” murmured one of the cardinals, bewildered.
These bishops were the Lord’s shepherds on earth and the embodiment of the Lord’s will.
In the past, no matter how formidable the enemy, they eventually fell before the church’s crusade!
After all, the Lord’s majesty cannot be violated, his power unmatched!
Sirid always believed firmly in this, yet the group of wizards, the minions of the Evil God, had defeated the church’s crusade several times, and even once penetrated the empire’s borders, with Holy Maidens now continuously falling within the kingdom.
For a moment, Sirid even felt as if the empire’s downfall was imminent, and his firm faith inevitably began to waver…
“All tribulations are tests from the Lord!”
A solemn voice resounded within the Sky Dome Tower, also waking Sirid from his doubts about the Lord’s might.
The other cardinals looked towards the newcomer and quickly bowed in greeting.
“It seems there are some doubts in your hearts,” Randall said coolly, eyeing them.
“My lord, I want to know why our great and merciful Lord doesn’t send down his grace to stop those minions of the Evil God from ravaging the empire and slaughtering the Lord’s people…” Sirid said, greatly perplexed.
“It is because we all bear sins, Sirid!” Randall said sorrowfully. “Each citizen’s desires and darkness in their heart allow evil powers to keep growing, eventually leading to doom, which is the Lord’s punishment for our sins!”
Upon hearing this, Sirid and the others showed a look of shame. Although they were the most devout believers, strictly adhering to doctrine, they sometimes inevitably harbored some dark thoughts.
The advent of doom was a responsibility that none of them could shirk!
After pausing for a moment, Randall continued. “Of course, the Lord is merciful. As long as we sincerely repent and pray, the darkness will eventually dissipate, and the Lord’s glory will, as always, spread across the land, bringing vitality and hope…”
“May the merciful Lord soon send down his grace to dissolve the disaster of doom, and may the Lord’s glory endure forever…” Sirid and the others’ momentary confusion vanished, as they devoutly prayed.
“Alright, go and bring the new Holy Maiden now!”
Randall waved his hand, and after the cardinals respectfully left the Sky Dome Tower, he turned to look out the window at that beam of light which seemed to pierce through heaven and earth.
After concentrating for several minutes, the terrifying surge of radiant energy seemed to reach its limit, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye…
“Such terrifying power…” Randall’s expression was extremely solemn.
Unlike Sirid and the other ignorant bishops, he was very aware of what this meant.
The Lord’s incarnation on earth… had been defeated again!
If the last time could be explained by the wizards using some underhanded methods, all excuses this time seemed insubstantial, and Randall had to admit that the Wizard Council’s power far exceeded his expectations!
According to reports from imperial spies, the Council was recently preparing for war, manufacturing a large amount of new weaponry. He had a premonition that it wouldn’t be long before the kingdom would launch a large-scale attack…
“Has it come to the final moment?” Randall murmured to himself.
Over the past few months, he had been roaming the empire, creating panic and unrest, then using miracles to quell it. Yet, even with this kind of draining tactics, there was still a significant gap from the one million devout believers needed.