Chapter 213 : Chapter 213
Chapter 213. Foreign Divine Contract Holders!
East China First Military District, Strategic Command.
“Commander-in-Chief, apart from Jiang Zhentian, the four Martial Gods of Huaxia have already been deployed. They are intercepting the followers of the Ancient Greek God-Restoration Church detected by satellite.”
Military District Commander Xu Lin saluted as he reported to Hong Wu.
Hong Wu looked at the four flashing red dots on the satellite map, his gaze incomparably grave.
“Only four people?”
“We have only detected four people. According to the system’s analysis, these four followers are very likely Divine Contract Holders who possess Laws. This time, their intentions are hostile.”
Hong Wu’s eyes sharpened. “Something is not quite right. Back when the homeland of Huaxia’s gods opened, the God-Restoration Church never sent out Divine Contract Holders.”
“Yet for the ruins of just one Huaxia god, they have mobilized such a large force. Their target may not only be the ruins.”
When Xu Lin heard this, his brows furrowed, and he also fell into thought.
Once a Divine Contract Holder died, it meant that the god they had contracted with could no longer be revived. That god could only return to the world through the reincarnation of endless years.
Therefore, the God-Restoration Church basically would never allow Divine Contract Holders to take risks.
But this time, they had directly dispatched four Divine Contract Holders. Although their strength was only at the Eighth Realm, since they possessed Laws, they were not inferior to Martial Gods!
They might even be slightly stronger.
But what exactly had caused the God-Restoration Church to mobilize such a large force?
“Could there be something important inside the Guankou Divine Ruins?” Xu Lin guessed.
Hong Wu could not figure it out either, so he could only shake his head and say, “Have Tang Wuji and the others stop those four Divine Contract Holders at all costs. They must not be allowed to approach the ruins.”
“Right now, the most important thing is to have Jiang Yichen and the other three pass the ruins’ trial as soon as possible and sign a Divine Contract with the Illustrious Sage Lord.”
Xu Lin nodded heavily. “Understood, Commander-in-Chief!”
…
At the East China border, amid an endless stretch of desert.
“Deputy Pope, the church’s four great Level-Nine Preachers have already clashed with Huaxia’s Martial Gods.”
In the wind and sand, a man with a European face and a red, gold-trimmed clerical robe knelt on one knee. He placed his right hand over the left side of his chest and spoke with incomparable respect.
Luca, the Deputy Pope of the Ancient Greek God-Restoration Church, wore a clerical robe printed with the gods of ancient Greece. He slowly turned around as the wind and sand lifted the hem of his robe.
“Very good. Have them hold back Huaxia’s Martial Gods. The remaining Level-Eight Followers will enter the ruins.”
Level-Eight Preachers corresponded to Eighth-Realm Martial Emperors in Huaxia’s martial artist system, while Level-Nine Preachers were Divine Contract Holders who had contracted with gods and possessed Laws.
“Deputy Pope, these are merely the ruins of one Huaxia god. Why mobilize such a large force?”
“Back when Kunlun Ruins, the homeland of Huaxia’s gods, appeared in the world, the church did not send out all of its elites like this.”
Luca gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with devotion. “The great Three Fates sent us an oracle. This time, seizing the Divine Contract of a Huaxia god is secondary.”
“Eliminating the Child of Fate chosen by destiny, the one who will affect the future Ragnarok, is our primary objective.”
Luca slowly raised his hand, and White, Threadlike Laws condensed in the void, forming an image.
It was Jiang Yichen during the Beast Tide at the Great Rift Valley, when he had used a Ninth-Rank Talisman to block the Beast Tide.
The follower, Dimitar, looked puzzled. “Can a mortal from Huaxia affect the gods’ plan?”
Gods and mortals—the former were existences the latter could not shake in the slightest.
To put it simply, no matter how powerful a mortal became, it was impossible for them to defeat a god!
Deputy Pope Luca’s eyes turned cold. “Tal, how exactly did you study the scripture? You actually dare to question an oracle!”
When Dimitar heard this, his entire body trembled. He hurriedly lowered his head and silently recited a prayer of repentance.
“Great Goddess of Fate, please forgive…”
Only after Luca was satisfied did he raise his head again. With worry in his eyes, he said, “Deputy Pope, since the oracle could foresee the appearance of the Child of Fate, then the three Heavenly Venerables of Huaxia who survived the Divine War likely know as well.”
“If They instruct Huaxia to protect the Child of Fate, would we not have come here for nothing?”
A faint smile hung at the corner of Luca’s mouth. “The Goddess of Fate gave us guidance. The Child of Fate will appear in the ruins of Huaxia mythology’s Erlang Illustrious Sage Lord.”
“Moreover, within the Goddess of Fate’s oracle, there was a prophecy guiding us toward the imminent resurrection of the great God of Sleep, Hypnos.”
“If the followers we dispatched cannot kill the Child of Fate, then we will use the lives of ten followers in exchange for Hypnos’s resurrection and have Him kill the Child of Fate.”
Luca’s expression was confident, as though he had already seen the ending in which the Child of Fate died.
The follower Dimitar also revealed a smile, and the worry in his eyes vanished like smoke.
In their faith, gods were omnipotent.
No one could blaspheme against the gods. Even the strongest pope of the church was merely a follower of the great God King Zeus.
If Hypnos, the God of Sleep, revived, the Child of Fate would undoubtedly die.
A mortal could not possibly defeat a god.
“There is only half an hour left until the barrier around the ruins disappears. Go down and make preparations. Do not fail the mission given by the oracle.”
Luca’s deep voice rang out. He crossed his arms and gripped his elbows, his expression incomparably devout as he said, “By the Power of Faith, restore the gods!”
The follower Dimitar lowered his head and repeated the slogan of the God-Restoration Church.
“By the Power of Faith, restore the gods!”
…
At the same time, along the vast desert border.
A European man in a clerical robe patterned with the trident of Poseidon, the ancient Greek God of the Sea, slowly walked through the desert. With every step he took, the yellow sand beneath his feet became moist.
“Huaxia lies ahead. Those who cross the border will be executed!”
A voice resounded across the boundless desert.
On the border, Chu Ningfeng stood amid the wind and sand, dressed in white and holding a white jade longsword.
The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of azure eyes beneath his hood as he stared at Chu Ningfeng.
“Hello…” he said in English. “I am Marco, a Level-Nine Preacher of the God-Restoration Church.”
Chu Ningfeng’s sword-like brows furrowed slightly. What kind of gibberish was that?
Marco seemed to know that Chu Ningfeng could not understand him, so he immediately switched to somewhat imperfect Chinese.
“My deepest apologies. Please allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Marco. I am the Divine Contract Holder of Poseidon, God of the Sea, one of the Twelve Olympians.”
“And you? I am very interested in the Divine Contract Holders of Huaxia’s gods.”
Chu Ningfeng thought for a moment, then said calmly, “I am merely a mortal, not worth mentioning.”
A mortal?
Marco smiled mockingly. “A mortal like you dares to face the power of a god? Do you not find that laughable?”
Chu Ningfeng’s eyes remained calm. “Strength gained by relying on external objects is not true strength.”
“If you wish to try, then I will show you that the power of a mortal can also stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!”
As his words fell, waves of sword cries rang out around Chu Ningfeng. Sword Qi transformed into fierce winds that howled through the desert.
Marco smiled disdainfully and slowly raised his hand. Amid flickering divine light, a trident radiating sacred brilliance appeared.
The instant he gripped the trident, the air suddenly became abnormally humid.
The scorching weather beneath the blazing sun was suddenly shrouded by dark clouds.
Faint streams of water lingered around Marco’s body, and the symbol of a trident appeared on his forehead, radiating divine light.
He slowly rose into the air and pointed the sea god’s trident at Chu Ningfeng.
“Arrogant mortal of Huaxia, I shall punish your ignorance on behalf of the great God of the Sea.”