Chapter 115 Lin Feng Enters the Stage
"Snow, I'm leaving the preparations for the Holy Spirit Platform to you. You must not mess it up."
In front of the Vatican's cross, dim light shone through the green and red mottled glass onto the faces of Archbishop Stephen Hawkins and Cardinal Aubrey Snow.
Aubrey Snow bowed slightly and said, "Please rest assured, Archbishop. I will do my best to make this event a success."
"I trust you. There are not many people available in the Holy See right now, and you are the best among them. When I step down as Archbishop, this position will be yours."
"Thank you for your appreciation, Lord Archbishop. I have one question that I don't understand. I hope you can help me."
"Well, you ask."
"Why is the Holy Spirit Platform being built in that ancient city this time? This doesn't seem to be conducive to missionary work, after all, it is located in a remote area."
“Preaching is not the only goal. The Vatican needs believers, but not only believers. Our ultimate goal is to control all believers with faith.
Only if the gods they believe in are powerful enough, will they put their own lives aside from the bottom of their hearts and completely submit to us.
The valuable thing about the ancient city is the people of God there. They still have the blood of God in their blood, but because of certain curses, their blood cannot be awakened.
This time, placing the Holy Spirit Altar in that position was actually the Pope's will. He has a way to remove the curse in the bodies of God's people and use some kind of power to create a new God."
"So, the purpose of holding the Holy Spirit Festival this time is actually to create a god? The Holy Lord will not come?"
"The Holy Lord will come, but it won't be the real Holy Lord. As for who it will be, even I don't know. The only one who knows is the Pope."
"I see."
"This matter is of great importance and must not be spread outside. I trust you and am answering your questions. Please do not disappoint me, the future Archbishop."
"Yes! I will definitely not let you down, future Pope!"
"Oh, don't tell this to anyone else!"
……
The scene stopped abruptly.
The sky was covered with dark clouds again, like a haze covering everyone in the ancient city.
"Is that true, or is it false?"
"Those children were captured by the church? Where did they go?"
"Why did you burn the whole village to death? Some people could have been saved!"
"I can't believe that was the Archbishop! How could he say such a thing?"
“Is this a scam?”
The images projected into the air stimulate everyone's nerves.
The cruel scenes and stories in the pictures were presented to everyone in an extremely realistic way, which was very different from the light of faith in their hearts.
That is not the light that saves the people, but the cold and ruthless darkness.
"Enough!" An angry shout rang out from the Conferred God Platform.
Pope Gabriel waved his hand, and the haze in the sky faded away, and the light shone on the Conferred God Platform again.
"Great believers of light, I am sorry that today's Holy Spirit Festival has been ruined by a group of scoundrels. Do you know who these people are?" The Pope's voice spread throughout the city.
"They are the Red Day. They have stained the noble and holy cross with their dirty blood. They are wanted criminals who have committed numerous crimes around the world. Do you believe that what these demons said is true?"
After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence in the crowd, and then the believers burst out in support.
"Your Holiness is right! This is the devil's temptation!"
"They are distorting the facts! We are believers in light and cannot be deceived by the images they create!"
"What a scam! Hong Zhou is the scam!"
"Down with the Red Day! Destroy the evil!"
"Down with the Red Day! Destroy the evil!"
"Down with the Red Day! Destroy the evil!"
The believers once again waved their arms and shouted wildly, and the sound shook the entire Conferred God Platform.
Rather than believing the images presented by Hong Zhou, more believers and churchgoers chose to stand on the side of the Vatican.
No one will believe what the criminals say. Their words are not convincing. Truth always stands on the side of light and cannot be shaken.
"See? No one will believe what you say." Gabriel's gaze shifted to Iliad and the people next to him.
He did not stop Aubrey Snow from showing the images to the world because he knew that no one would believe the facts stated by Hong Zhou.
The teachings of the Holy See have been deeply rooted in people's hearts. If he tries to stop all this from happening, it will make him appear guilty.
"Gabriel, what exactly do you want to do?" Iliad asked with a serious expression.
Who would have thought that the Vatican's misleading of the people has penetrated deep into their bones, and cannot be changed by an image or a few words.
Do we really have to go to the point of no return before we can awaken those who have been deceived?
"Iliad, my old friend, it's been a long time since we last met. Is this how you come to bless me?"
Gabriel did not give a direct answer. Feeling relaxed, he looked at his friend whom he hadn't seen for almost a hundred years with amusement.
At that time he was not yet Pope, but Archbishop.
However, Eliades was not on the same side as the previous Pope, and was eventually driven away and disappeared from his sight.
But now he understood that the reason why Hong Zhou knew the Vatican so well and had been evading its searches was because of the advice of this former cardinal.
It is really sad that a former cardinal and a current cardinal are both Hong Zhou's men.
"Gabriel, we already know that you are colluding with the necromancer. The light in you is no longer pure. How long will you continue to be stubborn?" Iliad said angrily.
"It seems that you know a lot. By the way, why don't you introduce me to who this person is?" The Pope changed the subject and looked at the person next to him.
"Oh? Did you mention me? My name is Zorro, a little swordsman." Zorro, who was cleaning his ears, turned around quickly when he heard Gabriel's words.
He performed a swordsman's salute, appearing very gentlemanly.
"Zorro...is that the sword master who killed the former archbishop of my church with one sword 30 years ago, but was finally killed by the power of the Holy Lord? Aren't you dead?" Gabriel asked doubtfully.
"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, I'm lucky and survived." Zorro smiled.
"Very good, very good. The top swordsman of the Magic Continent, together with the former and current cardinals, have truly presented a great gift for this Holy Spirit Festival! Come on, arrest all the remnants of the Red Day!"
Gabriel's face, which was smiling a second ago, suddenly changed.
At this moment, a beam of light shot up into the sky from under the Conferred God Platform.
Time seemed to stop, and the beam of light reached Iliad and Zorro in an instant.
The beam of light dissipated, and the fourth person stood on the Conferred God Platform.
"Your Holiness, no one has seen what I have in my hand yet!"
The visitor grabbed the white robe on his body, swung his arm, and threw the robe into the air.
The black magic robe fluttered in the wind, and the dark glow of the magic wand emerged.
Terrifying magical power lingered around him, forming a thick magic shield.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.