Chapter 91: Divine Descent!

Chapter 91: The Divine Descent!

"Order, come out and see me!"

As this voice fell, everything, absolutely everything, seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.

The golden retriever beneath the chair was frozen right there, its expression dull, weak, and helpless.

At this moment, there was no longer any need to distinguish whether it was currently Kevin or Laniudal, because whether it was a dog or an evil god made no difference right now.

Purr was also frozen there, except that within its eyes, there was still a trace of color swirling slightly;

In reality, at this moment, a monstrous wave was crashing through Purr's heart!

Meow!!!

Did we play ourselves into a corner!!!

Although Purr had already prepared itself mentally—otherwise, it would not have decided to bring out the finger of the God of Light that it had sealed with its own body—the scene before it did not match any of the various scenarios it had imagined at all.

In its original design,

Karen was just a noble young lady sitting at home;

The stupid dog was just an object begging for a beating, wearing a red flower on its head, picking its nose, swaying its body while shouting: Come hit me, come hit me.

In fact, having the stupid dog around was already a massive luxury.

Even for an orthodox church's direct lineage awakened one, or even the type of reincarnated deity whose identity was practically verified, it was impossible for them to place a sealed evil god beside them as an accessory during "purification."

But Purr felt that wasn't enough, because it possessed the conditions to do even better.

It was certainly aware of how terrifying this object was and the various terrible chain reactions it could trigger; otherwise, it wouldn't have brought it out from the family in the first place;

Because the Church of Light had already been destroyed;

Among all the major orthodox churches and mid-tier churches existing today, counting them one by one, every single one had played a part in the destruction of the Church of Light; almost none were innocent or clean.

Therefore, all ruins related to the God of Light and all people or things involving the potential resurgence of the Church of Light were taboos throughout the entire current church circle.

The entire church circle would never permit the resurgence of the Church of Light, because the resurgence of a faith often signified the return of a deity.

Rumor had it that the fall of the God of Light and the destruction of the Church of Light were not just a resolution among the churches of the mortal world, but also a tacit understanding among the other gods.

That God of Light, who had left behind a wealth of deeds across three epochs, was once a pole of the divine system; only a thoroughly fallen God of Light was a respected God of Light.

So, when Purr discovered that members of its own family actually vainly attempted to use this finger to alter the family's faith system, it was so frightened and shocked that it stood dazed for half a day.

Diss had once said that Purr was the finest sacred artifact in the Rylan Region.

Because Diss knew exactly what Purr had brought out from the Allen family; a sacred artifact, as the name implies, was an object tainted with a divine aura... or simply the aura of a god;

In that case,

How many sacred artifacts could possess a more divine aura than a part of a god's body?

Karen's body had been remodeled by an evil god;

After the blood sacrifice ritual, Karen was now the sole bloodline spiritual successor of the Inmmeles family;

Karen's mysterious descent, and an origin even more mysterious than that of an evil god;

These were all objective reasons.

What truly made Purr resolve to play it this way was a subjective reason, and that was... Diss's choice.

Diss hadn't said it wouldn't work, which meant... it was permissible.

Out of a kind of trust in Diss, Purr felt much more at ease, and it also believed that this time they could definitely play a massive game!

This meow is going to forge a divine servant with the deepest—no, the most terrifying—foundation in the history of the Church of Order, no, in the history of the entire church!

But the scene before its eyes...

Diss, things seem to have gone a bit wrong.

If Laniudal was standing at the door begging for a beating, then what was originally meant to be a mere embellishment on a mousse cake had turned into a figure that stepped outside to go beat up the God of Order!

The great Church of Principles, the supreme Church of Principles;

Your research and judgments must be correct, absolutely must be correct, definitely are correct!

Purr could only pray this way in its heart now, because it was truly terrified that under such intense stimulation, the God of Order, who was originally in an unconscious state of turning gears, might actually have His consciousness awakened!

And once a god truly fixes His gaze upon you... what secrets do you think you can still keep?

A passage Purr had once seen in the archives of the Church of Principles while using Sitti's identity suddenly surfaced in its mind:

"Principles Records—Expositions of the Gods, Volume III, Chapter 3: The Testing of the Gods": [When a god intentionally fixes His gaze upon you, you are like a piece of sugarcane that has already been chewed.]

...

Outside the performance hall, standing at the edge of the steps by the entrance, Alfred silently lit a cigarette for himself.

Previously, he felt like he was sending a child from his own relative's family to an exam hall; the result of this exam would directly impact the child's future schooling and development—it was a fork in the road of fate.

Except, Alfred did not feel nervous in his heart.

Because he knew clearly that the young master's lowest, worst exam score would be a perfect score.

The young master entering the exam hall this time wasn't aiming for a perfect score in the first place.

Facing the curtain of rain outside, Alfred exhaled a smoke ring, unable to help but sigh in his heart once more: This feeling of being filled with anticipation is truly wonderful.

Subconsciously,

Alfred turned his head, wanting to take another look at the performance hall behind him, and immediately, his eyes widened.

The rain was still falling;

But the raindrops that should have been dripping down along the eaves of the performance hall had fallen into a state of absolute stillness.

This scene could only be noticed by standing at an extremely close distance; a bit further away, one would be entirely oblivious to it.

"This... exaggerated."

Alfred opened his mouth wide; even though he had envisioned countless scenes and impacts of the young master's purification in his heart, he had never imagined that a stillness of space could actually appear...

No,

The one before his eyes,

Very likely was... time.

Alfred reached out, covering his right eye;

But the Eye of the Succubus did not activate,

The hand covering his right eye was trembling, and Alfred himself was trembling too; he squatted down, his body twitching uncontrollably, the umbrella having long since slipped from his grasp, leaving him at this moment to let the rain crash wildly down upon his body.

A familiar feeling...

The Oak Cemetery in Luojia City, Rylan.

That day, Master Diss had condensed a shard of a godhead, and at that time, he had also instinctively knelt prostrate.

But... but... but...

The direct feeling this time was not as intensely overwhelming as Master Diss's that previous time;

Yet the tremor within his soul was fraught with a terror far greater than when he had faced Lord Dis!

Do not peer, dare not peer, cannot peer!

A sudden conviction seized Alfred’s heart: the moment he dared use the Succubus Eye to spy on what lay ahead, he would plunge into an eternal abyss of depravity.

With great effort, he raised his head once more to look at the theater before him, his gaze again catching the motionless water droplets; even the luster within them remained entirely unchanged, though the sun was moving.

This meant he could not even draw near; had he stood a few paces further back to smoke earlier, it was highly likely that two Alfreds would exist right now.

One would be the present him, and the other, the him frozen at that exact moment in the theater.

Mr. Hoffen had left many books for Garen, which Garen had barely looked at since his purification was incomplete, but Alfred had been studying them day and night, for he had witnessed firsthand the... power of knowledge Mr. Hoffen had shown him.

The thinnest notebook recorded numerous forbidden-grade arrays from various churches;

This meant Mr. Hoffen was a man of vast erudition, who had used various methods to cleverly bypass the barriers between the major churches, "stealing" an abundance of knowledge for his research;

Of course, when it came to a scholar, how could it be called stealing?

What kind of knowledge fascinated a seeker the most? Forbidden knowledge!

Everything concerning the Church of the God of Light, which had perished a thousand years ago, was forbidden.

Yet, in those notes of Mr. Hoffen's, there were records regarding the Church of the God of Light, records that Alfred had read only recently.

It seemed the scene before him perfectly fitted that line:

"The Age of Light—An Overview of Myths, Volume Two, Chapter One": [When God begins to speak, the world falls silent to listen.]

...

Garen kept following that white dot, a method told to him by Puer, and the standard procedure for purification.

The tiny white dot drifted forward continuously, and Garen advanced along with it, even though his surroundings were an endless darkness.

There was no panic in Garen's heart, nor any tension; he felt he had long been fully prepared, and nothing could possibly go wrong.

Where was he stepping? It did not matter.

Where lay your faith? It did not matter.

Did you perceive what lay before you as illusion or reality? Still, it did not matter.

This was a ritual, merely a ritual.

When one held this state of mind, the world in one's eyes would become exceptionally clear;

Finally, the white dot stopped, and Garen stopped as well.

He must have reached the location, perhaps an approximate area?

Next, it should be Puer's turn to question him about the faith he sought, and he would call out from the depths of his heart, hoping to receive a faint echo from the god of his "faith."

However, his echo would likely be far stronger than that of other purifiers from the Church of Order.

Yes,

Garen was ready; even if a storm were to break, he was not afraid.

Puer's voice sounded,

Very well,

Here it comes.

"Garen, you..."

Hmm?

Why did the questioning voice stop?

Was it a problem with Puer, or a glitch in the procedure?

Surely Puer wasn't just "testing the mic" moments ago: Hello, hello?

Just as Garen was pondering what on earth had happened,

The white dot before his eyes,

It,

Exploded!

At this moment, Garen could only use the word "exploded" to describe everything unfolding before him, and even that word was inadequate.

For this white dot directly transformed into a blazing sun, instantly dispelling the darkness and flooding the entire space of his consciousness where he now stood.

Even he, within this world of pure white, began to doubt himself: was his very existence a desecration of this absolute blankness?

This was a profound sense of self-abasement, and even more, an impulse arising from the depths of his soul to self-extinguish.

Was... was this purification?

A fierce struggle waged within Garen's heart, but such a struggle seemed utterly minuscule; he felt his will to survive collapsing like an avalanche, and he was on the verge of fading away, if only to return a pristine whiteness to this world.

No one ever told me the mortality rate of purification was this high!

Is this truly purification and not... eradication?

Just as Garen felt his consciousness was about to be annihilated,

A voice of supreme majesty rang out:

"Order, come forth and meet me!"

In an instant,

Within the world of pure white, a black silhouette appeared.

In an ordinary person's purification, they could only catch a vague, fleeting glimpse of a fraction of a god from the darkness, like a moth brushing past a lampshade.

This was the work of a god, the manner in which a god responded to their believers; the believers, in turn, had to be profoundly grateful, worshiping the greatness and generosity of the divine.

But this time,

Garen,

Beheld the silhouette of Order!

The God of Order seemed to walk within an unrestrained, endless river; he advanced, his hands swaying gently from time to time, scattering countless divine splenders, as if responding to the prayers and supplications of the believers of the God of Order in this world at this very moment and the next.

Of course, those qualified to receive even a sliver of this divine splendor had to be true, initiated believers of the Church of Order; ordinary believers possessed no right to draw the gaze of a god.

Garen could see the face of the God of Order, yet he could form no lasting impression of it in his mind;

The same applied to the god's movements and the god's stride,

No, it was everything upon the god's person; you could see it clearly, yet you could not commit the god to memory.

For a god was supreme and ultimate; even within your memory, no trace related to a god was permitted to exist, as it was strictly forbidden.

Yet Garen had a feeling,

The God of Order who walked toward him now resembled an emotionless puppet, even though he was indeed a god.

Just like the theory derived by the Church of Principles through thousands of years of studying the divine—a study stretching back even to the previous epoch: God is a point, and God is also a circle.

The God of Order walking toward him now was merely a circle.

He received the call,

And then,

He came.

This was an era where gods did not walk the earth,

An era where even an exceptional descent ritual would be deemed forbidden,

The orthodox church had initiated the divine descent ritual with the highest protocols, and obtaining a single oracle would already be incredibly precious, let alone the God Himself coming to attend in person!

In truth,

An oracle requested through the highest protocols by a certain pope of the mortal realm might be to a god like a piece of trash that an ordinary person casually scrawled on paper with a pen, tore off, crumpled up, and tossed into the wastebasket.

But now,

The God of Order had come!

Because the one calling Him was the God of Light!

The God of Order was proud; Diss had once used "hunger" to describe the frenzied slaughter the God of Order unleashed upon other deities in the previous era, having once splashed the rules of order in the name of divine blood.

And this pride of the God of Order also influenced the Church of Order; this church, born in the previous era, took less time than other orthodox churches to complete its own accumulation of heritage;

Furthermore, in this era, it successfully used its fists in the mortal realm to force all other churches to take half a step back, leaving a space for the placement of order.

Perhaps,

Even if other deities summoned Him in person, they would fail to receive the personal attention of the God of Order;

But the God of Light was different!

Suddenly,

Karen realized the God of Order was gone again, as if in that very instant, the God had vanished.

Changing along with this,

Was the space in front of Karen,

The place where he stood was no longer pure white; beneath his feet, it seemed to be dyed black.

Karen turned his head back in some astonishment,

He saw,

And then,

He understood;

Because,

The God of Order was standing right behind him, and the position he now occupied was the shadow in front of the God of Order.

...

The auditorium;

Within Pu'er's line of sight,

She saw a patch of black mist appear behind Karen, a black mist carrying a supreme aura that made one unable to resist worshipping.

Pu'er firmly believed that if her body were not currently immobilized, she would definitely be in a kneeling posture right now.

But...

One had to realize that although she was currently a cat, her actual soul was at the ninth rank of the family faith system!

In other words, even if the ancestor Allen were resurrected and standing here right now facing this black mist, he, too, would have to kneel!

And this black mist had manifested by using Karen's body as a vessel.

Therefore...

Pu'er's mind shuddered once more, because she discovered a fact, a terrifying fact that was currently unfolding!

This entire pool of holy water could completely be ignored; there was no longer the slightest necessity for its existence.

Because,

When a god descends by your side,

It is actually the god... personally helping you purify!

Just who could enjoy this kind of treatment? Pu'er did not know, because this question itself was beyond imagination.

But next,

When Pu'er saw the form of an eye condensing within the black mist behind Karen, Pu'er's heart leapt into her throat once again!

That was... the Eye of Order!

The black mist around the eye seemed to be slightly boiling, and everything was indicating that the Eye of Order was about to open!

Heavens, heavens, heavens!

Pu'er knew that this time, she had truly played herself into a corner!

Because the God of Order was about to open His eyes!

He was about to awaken from some sort of slumber or some sort of indifference!

When this eye opened,

Not just this auditorium,

The entire Allen Manor,

No,

Even the entire City of York,

Every existence that did not conform to order would be erased, and a catastrophe countless times more terrifying than a forbidden spell would unfold here!

However,

Just a moment before the Eye of Order was about to open,

That index finger of the God of Light pressed against Karen's brow suddenly lost all its luster, was once again enveloped by crystal, and returned to Pu'er's tail, and Pu'er's tail also drooped down.

"Buzz!"

All the stillness resumed its flow at this moment.

The Eye of Order behind Karen also returned to tranquility, and then, the black mist began to fade, finally disappearing completely.

At this moment, Karen opened his eyes, and the depths of his pupils were entirely a pure, deep black.

After a long time,

The black color slowly receded,

Karen reached out to support his forehead in great exhaustion,

At this moment, he still thought everything from before had been intentionally orchestrated by Pu'er and was entirely within Pu'er's control;

Thus, he asked in utter exhaustion:

"Has the purification... been completed?"

"The Light of Order—An Overview of Mythology": [The God of Light awakened the God of Order.]

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