12dz Chapter 310 The Biggest Traitor: Pope Yu Huo
Chapter 310 The Biggest Traitor: Pope Yu Huo
Chapter 310 The Biggest Traitor: Pope Yu Huo
After seeing off Pope Yu Huo, Mordi remained seated on the throne, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.
The tapping sound echoed in the room, and he fell into deep thought to this accompaniment.
He was pondering whether he should keep some contingency plans in case something really happened to him, in case the Blood God taught him to create twenty Primal Offspring.
After a while, the knocking stopped.
He smiled and realized he was being a bit of a worrywart.
"Why am I worrying about this kind of thing?"
This kind of thing cannot be prevented; even a powerful demon god has not interfered with the Church of the Seven Holy Spirits in this regard.
Moreover... "After I die, I can't control what happens to the Blood God Cult; they'll have to find their own way out."
He decided to go and meet the two siblings; he was very interested in the immortal aura emanating from them.
The Frozen Throne and the figure it carried vanished from the room, leaving only a chilling cold that lingered.
Beneath layers of blood-soaked seas, within a deep, dark prison, lies the location of the two siblings.
They appear to be very close, but in reality, they are separated by countless dimensions.
They cannot see each other; they are connected only by a faint thread.
"What is this? An incestuous bond between siblings?"
Through the blood-soaked amniotic sac, Modi noticed that the two people were still gazing at each other, even though they were separated by a cage.
"I think these two siblings are a pair of star-crossed lovers."
Even so, he did not hesitate at all when he made his move. His large hand passed through the amniotic sac, crossed multiple dimensions, and pressed down on the top of Ling Hao's head.
Immortal inspiration is within your grasp.
Seemingly sensing the threat, the boy struggled violently, but could not break free from the large hand's restraint.
"Give it to me."
The immortal aura held no secrets from him and was easily grasped in his hand.
As the spiritual light left his body, the boy's aura weakened instantly.
Then, Mo Di repeated the same trick, reaching out his evil hand to Ling Su.
Perhaps due to the resurrection, this immortal aura resisted with greater force, even biting Mordi's hand.
Modi withdrew his hand expressionlessly, still holding Ling Su's immortal aura.
"I have obtained two points of immortal aura. Although they are only a few points of pseudo-immortal aura, they still have a bit of immortality."
If he had obtained this inspiration before he became an immortal, he probably wouldn't have needed the Dark Light Ritual and hunting ancient dragons to advance to immortality.
The only difference is that he becomes the weakest immortal, since these two points of immortal aura are completely inferior to the ancient dragon corpse and the dragon hunting ritual.
"The aura of pseudo-immortality is not high enough in rank. It is like a chicken rib to me, and it would be difficult for others to achieve great things if they used it."
Looking at the immortal aura in his hand, Modi was somewhat troubled. If it were a complete aura, it would be fine. With his help, it would be enough to nurture an immortal with considerable strength.
However, this spiritual light was fragmented and tainted by the power of the Seven Holy Spirits Church, making it appear somewhat mixed and bloated.
"It seems that I will have to make some modifications before it can be put into practical use."
He didn't intend to keep this inspiration for himself, but rather to use it as a reward for his subordinates.
Like peeling back layers of silk, he gradually separated the different powers within the aura and combined those with the same properties together.
Ultimately, he obtained seven tiny fragments of spiritual light, each corresponding to one of the seven cults.
"Although the power is dispersed, it is purer than before. It's just a pity that because its size has decreased, it is now very difficult for people to advance to immortality."
But it doesn't matter, he still has other methods.
Simply place the fragments of spiritual light into the sea of blood to corrupt them... He meant nurture them for a period of time, and with the help of his immortal nature, the fragments would quickly return to their original state.
He can distribute them to his subordinates later.
Leaving the sea of blood, I returned to that familiar city.
The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated in the air, and the stench of blood still lingered in the surroundings. The traces left by the battle between the two armies not far away further illustrated the brutality of the war that had just taken place.
The airdropped pods created huge craters in houses and streets. The defeated Christian defenders obviously wouldn't bother to repair them, leaving the Blood God Cult to clean up the mess.
Fortunately, they have integrated technologies from several worlds and have developed a set of efficient infrastructure methods.
From underground, countless nanobees emerged, their gray waves sweeping across the city's surface and rapidly repairing the wounds left by war.
"Sir, the repair work has begun and is expected to take ten minutes."
A familiar face appeared in the projection. Mordy nodded and affirmed, "Thank you for your hard work, Pandora."
"This is my duty."
Pandora smiled and nodded, and the projection suddenly disappeared into the air.
Within the Blood God Cult, she was an ally who had only recently joined, recommended by Modi.
In the Blood Sea, she was known as "All Beings Are Me" and was a demon ancestor under Modi's command.
No sooner had Pandora left than the commander of the operation came to report to Mordy.
"Your Majesty, the invading enemy has been defeated, although some of them escaped."
His projection lowered its head slightly and said succinctly, "Your subordinate has already sent men to pursue them."
"As expected, the popes of the six major sects will likely receive the news soon."
Modi didn't blame him, and casually waved his hand, "Go do your thing, do what you're supposed to do."
The objective of this operation has been achieved, and the results are much better than Mordy had anticipated.
Not only did they lure out some of the church's defenders, but they also figured out the Immortal Aura. Once the news gets out, it will damage the church's reputation.
"I destroyed their hopes for revival and kidnapped a pope, though they probably don't know it yet. But I imagine the contradictions within the Church will soon come to the fore."
Like the Blood God Cult, the church has many contradictions hidden beneath its massive exterior, and can only exert its power to the fullest extent when there is a leader like Mordi.
But now... the losses from the failed plan, the responsibility for the failed operation, and even the disappearance of Pope Ember and the power struggle within the Ember Cult—all these conflicts will soon erupt.
With the war as a catalyst, Mordy had no idea how much infighting would ensue within the church.
"So we still need to centralize power. Without a real leader, a huge force like the church will just become a disorganized mess."
As Mordy had predicted, when the surviving friars returned to the church with news of the mission's failure, the entire church fell silent for a moment before erupting into uproar.
"You're saying the operation failed?"
The Pope of the Life Church, sitting in the audience, had a livid face. He placed his hands on the platform, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the kneeling, expressionless members of the Guardians of the Church below.
"Yes, Your Holiness, the operation failed. The Holy See's army is almost entirely wiped out, and the landing ships were completely destroyed."
"You are all elites who participated in the War of Oblivion, and countless Oblivion Demons have died at your hands. How could you be defeated so easily?"
"My lord, it is true that we are elite and have indeed fought in the War of Oblivion, but you must not forget that the Northern Territory was the first region to eliminate the threat of Oblivion."
The Pope lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.
Now he had to admit that the threat posed by the Blood God Cult was indeed beyond his expectations.
He looked at the popes of the other sects, and though reluctant, said in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, hero, we won't be able to take it back."
"Are we really going to give up? This is a plan we've been preparing for for who knows how long."
"If you're not going to give up, you're going to go and bring the hero back, right?"
"Those damned barbarians of the North, their methods are blasphemous and dangerous, especially that 'annihilation' phenomenon...aren't they afraid of triggering a mass annihilation and blowing up their own territory?"
"Who knows? After all, they're heretics. Can you understand heretical thinking?"
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"I dare not agree to that, or I would become a heretic."
In short, the long-simmering contradictions within the church finally erupted at this moment.
Ultimately, the Church is just a loose alliance without even a unified faith. The fact that these popes managed to suppress the conflicts until now is already a testament to their restraint.
In the midst of the argument, the Pope of Life, his face grim, suddenly stopped talking, quickly glanced around, frowned, and snapped, "Stop it all! Stop it all!"
Perhaps it was because of his loud voice that everyone stopped and turned their gazes to him.
"Didn't you all notice? Old Man Yu Huo has been missing for a long time."
Those present were taken aback and looked toward the seat that should have belonged to Pope Yu Huo, where a young man was sitting.
From the moment he joined the group until now, he has remained silent. When everyone turned their attention to him, he simply smiled awkwardly but politely.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Pope's whereabouts are still unknown, so for the time being I will assume his responsibilities, including this seat."
"I have a question," the Pope of Life stared intently into the young man's eyes, a hint of suspicion in his gaze, "I've never heard of you before. What position do you hold in the Cult of Ember?"
Logically speaking, as the interim pope, and even to inherit this seat, this young man should hold the position of second-in-command in the Ember Cult.
But the Pope of Life had never seen him, as if he had appeared out of thin air.
"Mormontes, formerly the Flamebringer of the Ember Cult, is now acting as the Pope of the Ember."
"The one who will pass on the fire?"
The popes couldn't help but glance at him again, feeling both surprised and as if it were perfectly natural.
"So you're the Firelinker. No wonder I've never seen you before." The Pope of Life's doubts were somewhat dispelled.
He had heard the term "Firebringer" before, knew that the Ember Cult did indeed have this position, and also knew that the Firebringer held a very high position in the Ember Cult, second only to the Pope.
Contrary to its importance, the torchbearers rarely appeared in public, and even the Pope, who was present, rarely saw them.
Since this young man is the one who passed on the torch, then everything makes sense.
"You just said that your Pope is still missing?" Pope Black Moon frowned. "Could he have met with some misfortune?"
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"I don't know," Mormontis shook his head slightly. "The church has organized people to investigate, but they haven't found anything."
Upon hearing this, the popes displayed varying expressions, all with a hint of worry on their faces.
During the looming shadow of war, the disappearance of one of their leaders was not good news for the church.
The discussion ended, and no one intended to continue arguing; they all left with gloomy faces.
Mormontis did the same, except he deliberately followed behind a pope, bowing his head slightly to conceal his presence.
Only after the other popes had all gone far away did he look up and say in a very low voice, "Your Holiness the Black Moon Pope, would you mind having a chat?"
Upon hearing this, the Black Moon Pope remained expressionless, his pace unwavering as he quietly moved towards another location.
Mormontis understood that the pope had agreed, so he silently followed behind her.
The two deceived the other popes, turning left and right, and finally avoided being seen by others, entering a small chapel of the Black Moon sect.
The moment Mormontis stepped into the church, he felt the temperature drop sharply, and a chill emanated from the depths of the church.
"Speak, what do you want?" The Black Moon Pope turned around, his face expressionless, his demeanor as aloof as the bright moon in the sky.
If it were a naive young man just starting out, he would probably have been attracted by her charm and fallen head over heels for her.
But Mormontis, or rather Mordi, was clearly no longer a novice just entering the world of martial arts.
In his eyes, the Black Moon Pope could be a walking lump of spiritual flesh and blood, a collection of many elements, and an immortal being of considerable research value.
The only exception is a female individual who attracts his self-awareness.
"Your Excellency, there is something I did not mention during the meeting just now."
Modi got straight to the point, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.
"Regarding the disappearance of His Holiness the Pope, we have actually uncovered some inside information. His Holiness the Pope... has most likely perished."
His words were startling, and even the Black Moon Pope couldn't help but frown slightly.
Before the pope could speak, he continued, "You can probably guess why I didn't announce this news earlier. The answer is just as you guessed: His Holiness the Pope was murdered by people within the Church."
"There's a mole among us!"
"A traitor?" The Black Moon Pope's face darkened. "What makes you say that?"
"Just based on this spiritual wave from my Pope."
This was a fragment of a mental wave, which immediately attracted the attention of the Black Moon Pope upon its appearance.
"This... is indeed the mental waveband of that old bastard Yu Huo."
The popes had met quite a few times, and although they never called each other by their real names, they were still quite familiar with each other. Therefore, Pope Black Moon immediately confirmed that this was the real deal.
"How could it be fake? After all, I forced him to record it in the North," Mordy thought to himself.
Even his identity as the Firelinker was obtained through the Ember Pope, with a slight timeline correction.
It can be said that the biggest mole within the Church is Pope Yu Huo.
"Before his death, the Pope risked his life to preserve this wave of light, but he did not know the attacker's exact identity. He only deduced from the details that the attacker was a member of the church."
In fact, there was no need for him to explain; the Black Moon Pope had already deciphered the mental wave pattern.
She asked herself honestly, and there was no way the Black Moon Cult could have done this, since she hadn't given any such orders.
The Pope of Ember also mentioned this in her mental communication, which explains why the Firelinker came to her.
"I think I understand. So, you've come to form an alliance with me?" The Black Moon Pope looked at the young man, his expression returning to calm.
"Of the other churches, the only one we can trust is the Black Moon, which is also the instruction His Holiness the Pope gave us," Mordy said.
He came here simply to disrupt the church, not to behead these popes.
A church filled with mutual distrust is more in his interest, and it would be even better if he could support a bloodline of God.
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