Chapter 935 - 30 empires first appeared, 6 had different intentions.
Gulomes was enthusiastic as he introduced the grand scene before them to Xerob, the Great Nether Envoy. Over a hundred workers were still busily hoisting large stone columns slowly upward. The physical strength of the Half-Beastmen was at least thirty percent greater than that of the mortals, yet their wages were thirty percent less. Apart from some precision work that still needed mortals or Dwarves to handle, Gulomes preferred employing Half-Beastmen for the project, as it significantly reduced the construction costs.
"Great Nether Envoy, look, over there is our Dark Altar. The altar will be meticulously crafted by the most renowned Dwarf Craftsman of this region. It will be adorned with many legends from our Dark Holy Church. I have seen the sketches, and they are quite luxurious and exquisite. I believe this altar may even rival the altars of the Giganthia Temple," he remarked.
"Over there is the Temple of the Underworld God. The statue of Hades, the god of darkness, will also be made by a Dwarf Craftsman. However, the sculpting of the face of the deity will involve Elf Clan artisans. I demanded that they make the statue look as lifelike as possible. Only in this way can we demonstrate the majesty of our Dark Lineage," Gulomes continued, unaware that the Great Nether Envoy seemed somewhat distracted. "The Temple covers an area of one thousand square meters, able to accommodate five hundred faithful who can sing praises here. I think this is certainly the grandest hall in the Caucasus and even in Nicosia."
Facing Gulomes’s endless introduction, Xerob was noncommittal. Realistically speaking, Gulomes was indeed an exceptional preacher, able to gather such abundant funds in such a short time, and to even commence the construction of the Dark Church in the sensitive area of Bruce. This certainly spoke to his strong capability.
Looking around, the entire Church complex was starting to take shape. Such a monumental complex would cost at least tens of thousands of Gold Shields. Gulomes’s persuasive abilities were truly capable of convincing many to fund this venture. The main temple of the Underworld God had reached the most critical phase of construction, and the surrounding piles of giant timber and circular arches were clearly for decorating the dome on top. The white lime powder dusted around the construction site resembled a blanket of snow.
Gulomes finally noticed the unrest in the Great Nether Envoy. Having talked like a river flow for so long, and yet the Envoy had not clearly indicated his stance, this made Gulomes rather uneasy.
"Great Nether Envoy, do you see anything here that is unsatisfactory?"
Xerob seemed to also realize his distraction, and shook his head slightly as if to shake something off, "Gulomes, you have done very well. You won’t find such an impressive complex anywhere else in the Caucasus. Those Churches of the Church of Light compared to our Bruce Dark Church are like a simple wooden house. I am proud of you."
"Then, Great Nether Envoy, it seems you are preoccupied with some matters? Is it about the Bruce Church?" Gulomes tactfully realized the issue at hand.
"Hmm, Gulomes, this massive construction activity you are undertaking here, have the garrison at Bruce Fortress and their local administrative officers made any demands or interfered?"