Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 573 - 0: Fanaticism (Seeking Subscription)
Chapter 573: Chapter 0573: Fanaticism (Seeking Subscription)
In the Dream Spirit World.
Through a semi-transparent void, one could vaguely see the scene of the Night King Palace.
The many mysteries and symbols retreated, evidently due to Antonio’s increasingly potent divine authority.
On the sea of spirituality, a peerless ancient sailing ship was docked peacefully.
It was built with ‘mystery’ as its frame and ‘spirituality’ as its driving force, capable of carrying a large number of personnel and resources for Spirit World Traversal. It was unquestionably a divine artifact of ‘National Treasure’ tier!
On the deck of the giant ship, a group of professionals were intently observing the events unfolding at Sacreid.
“Respected Guardian, why is the faith of the believers so shallow within the five major Orthodox Churches?”
Stephen Wellesley, director of The Eleventh Bureau, asked a White Eagle Guardian next to him, confounded.
His professional rank wasn’t sufficiently high for this mission, but due to his unique status, he climbed aboard as an observer.
Apart from him, the surroundings were filled with Fifth Level professionals, as well as Sixth Level legends.
Comprised of White Eagle Guardians and high-ranking members of the Goddess Church, they had the ability to ‘traverse the Spirit World’ and could strike any battlefield as a surprise force.
As the ‘Recorder’ for this operation, Stephen had witnessed a myriad of events within the five major Orthodox Churches and was very puzzled.
“It is the cunning power of the ‘Demon’! The despicable emperor of the Empire actually begged the ‘Demon’!”
The White Eagle Guardian remained silent, and a church member wearing a red robe by his side replied, with a heavy tone of resentment.
“So, it is the Minister of the Theology Department… a ‘Demon’?”
Stephen noticed that Alfred didn’t add any prefixes or suffixes, which indicated that Antonio was indeed a real ‘Demon’, the root of all evil.
“According to the Oracle of our Lord… the ‘Demon’ is secretly supporting Emperor Chris and granting him extremely evil power.” Alfred made a prayer gesture.
“Has Antonio transformed into a Demon? No… he clearly hasn’t.” Stephen, watching the Emperor’s rise to power in reality, was sure that he was not a Demon Professional; neither his appearance nor his ritual gave that impression.
“It is a divine artifact that embodies one of the seven incomprehensible forces of the Abyss called ‘Frenzy’!” Alfred explained.
Until now, even Stephen was unaware of such a secret: “What is its function?”
“The power of ‘Frenzy’ lies in its terrifying instigation ability. It bestows terrible persuasion. As long as there is a plausible reason, it can, through subtle influence, convince others to strive towards a particular goal to the point of madness… even Sixth Level Legends find it hard to resist.”
Alfred gave Stephen a cold glance, and replied ominously.
“Isn’t it… invincible then?” Stephen was shocked: “Why didn’t you directly brainwash all the high-ranking members of the church?”
“‘Frenzy’ has its limitations. First of all, the subject must have the idea in mind, even if it’s just a speck, to be exploited…’Resisting Foreign Gods’ indeed made for a good rally cry. That Fazel, the genius of the Storm Church, must have been doubting his faith for him to be swayed…he’s too young.”
Alfred shook his head.
“So it’s the rationality of persuasion? It can only amplify and deepen a pre-existing crack in the psyche… hence it’s called ‘Frenzy’ instead of brainwashing!” Stephen understood.
“Yes, and it has its limitations. Some special Sixth Level practitioners who are god’s chosen or have demi-divine artifacts might detect something… Cyril, of the God of War Church, isn’t controlled by brainwashing but is a genuine dissenter! The Empire cannot use ‘Frenzy’ to sway all of the church’s executives, or it might be easily detected once it becomes too widespread. The Empire can only secretly observe, find a few like-minded individuals and incite frenzy, as undercover chess pieces.”
Another White Eagle Guardian added: “Furthermore…’Frenzy’ seems to be counteracted by another force of the Abyss, that should be… ‘Silence’!”
“Abyss… the Seven Incomprehensibles… ‘Frenzy’ and ‘Silence’?” Stephen felt a chill in his heart, a sense of divine knowledge!
“‘Demon’! The evil source! What an abomination!”
Rage flickered on Alfred’s face: “To bestow such an evil object on that fallen Emperor!”
“Alfred, don’t let the rage cloud your judgment, especially facing ‘Frenzy’.”
At this moment, an old man, at the center of many [Sacred Warriors] and [Guardians of God], spoke. He looked ordinary and was simply dressed, but he was filled with an air of kindness and wisdom.
He is Saint Dominic, the current Pope of the Goddess of Light Church!
“From the look of the ritual, Antonio Caesar is only half a step away from becoming a god…”
The elder’s eyes are as clear as a peaceful lake, seeing the indescribable entity behind Antonio. “For God, we stand resolute!”
“For God, we are willing to sacrifice our lives!”
Behind him, many somewhat similar-looking [Sacred Warriors] and [Guardians of God] stepped forward together.
“The White Eagle Federation will not allow their opponent’s emperor to become divine, that would be a destructive disaster!”
A group of White Eagle Guardians also stepped forward, most of them were founders of the White Eagle Federation and their descendants, possessing deep feelings for the White Eagle Federation.
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Night King Palace.
A slight disturbance appeared in the square.
When Antonio Caesar officially revealed his divine form and was only half a step away from the most crucial step.
Within the empire, all kinds of hidden forces, conflicts, dark seeds… burst out all at once.
Even at the most core position, there was a navy minister who stood up with an unemotional face, as if controlled by something, turned into a puppet and rushed towards Antonio.
In addition to him, several shadows suddenly appeared from the shadows, among the nobles, maids, and even guards, turning into top-notch assassins and aiming to assassinate the emperor.
The possibility of their successful assassination is virtually zero, but as long as they can cause a little ‘interference’ in the ritual with their lives, it would be a success!
“I command, stop!”
Suddenly, their figures froze in mid-air, like insects suspended in amber.
It’s Marquis Nicholas!
Her originally hunched body straightened up and she slowly walked past the assassins.
Squelch! Squelch!
As she walked by, the assassins started to disintegrate into dust from their fingertips.
She came behind the emperor, her gaze coldly sweeping over everyone: “Be on guard!”
A large number of court guards were on high alert, protecting the dignitaries.
Antonio was still standing there, motionless, the shadow behind him had already merged halfway.
Su Lu shrugged and stood up, coming to the front, coldly scanning the void.
Below, it was noisy amongst the lesser nobles.
“Bru, what’s going on up there?”
Elma was struggling to crane her neck.
“I don’t know… seems like there are assassins…” Bru’s voice trembled a bit: “Look at the court guards running out, and… my lord father?”
Among the many puzzled and shocked gazes below, Su Lu slowly raised his palm, pressing it down against the void in front of him.
Smack!
A gigantic ship that had just half emerged from the void was slapped back into the Spirit World with one palm strike!
