Chapter 483: Arch Priestess
The New Cathedral was built on a sprawling expanse. A prairie stretched for endless miles. Blades of grass danced, occasionally trampled by the hooves of farm animals. Civilization had slowly started to appear on this beast-inhabited planet, brought about by the Church.
A brontosaurus head peeked out of a jungle in the distance, calmly chewing on wide leaves. A pterodactyl flew overhead. Deeper in the jungle, a beast roared.
This planet had no name. It was just one of the many inhabitable planets that dotted this and every galaxy. It had been chosen because of its location deep inside a cluster of stars, and also because, while it possessed life, no intelligent life forms had developed yet. The planet was covered in moist jungles and inhabited by creatures suspiciously similar to Earth’s dinosaurs.
Asking around, Jack discovered that giant lizards were a common life form in the universe. Unfortunately, them developing sapience was rare. Something to do with their cold blood. Jack would have liked to explore the subject, but he had more pressing problems.
The New Cathedral was a vast temple surrounded by a city complex. Construction had only begun two years ago, but it was carried out by high-level cultivators, so everything progressed at a rapid pace. Rows of residences already lined the city outside the temple—a mix of fairy-tale and high-tech standards. Construction sites littered the surroundings. There was water, sewage, and electricity, all dependent on a large nearby lake. People crawled around this place, seeming like ants from up-high, while farmers had already began transforming the surrounding prairie into rich farmland.
The temple itself was made of wood, glowing with life in the sun. Its shape was similar to a set of four joint spheres, with one in the middle and the other three surrounding it.
The center sphere was the largest. Its domed roof reached several hundred feet in size, while the other three were only half as tall. Balconies were visible at the top of the domes, and the open entrance of each building revealed an austere, powerful interior. Windows were everywhere.
The temple had smooth walls decorated with statues and paintings of heroes—maybe past Archons—fighting all sorts of enemies. In one prominent piece, two humanoids and what looked like a centaur faced down five robots. Numbers were painted on each robot head—from five to nine. Jack could tell they were Immortals, but the meaning of the numbers was lost on him.
“This is pretty good work for two years,” he commented. Their starship descended towards a landing base sandwiched between a park and a medieval pub.