Chapter 64: Appreciation from the High Priest

When the overwhelming pressure from the High Priest echoed through the heavens and earth, countless believers were in awe, as if witnessing a miracle. The thunderous cheers almost drowned out the entire city.

At the entrance of the underground relic on East Street, flames flickered at Williams' fingertips. A massive skeletal dragon had already materialized, coiling around him and roaring ferociously.

This was the oppressive power of the Sixth Compassionate Realm.

Facing such a terrifying force, the sickly young High Priest among the six did not choose to forcefully breakthrough, as his strength was far from enough.

"High Priest? High Priest?"

Chief Charles was anxiously jumping up and down, only to find that the High Priest had stopped moving.

Moments later, a snoring sound echoed down the street.

The High Priest had fallen asleep standing up!

"Our senior has fallen asleep again, get a stretcher and carry him away, it's embarrassing!"

"The teacher is still alive, we don't need to worry about the underground relic."

"Hurry up, let's not continue embarrassing ourselves here!"

The remaining five High Priests exchanged glances, finding a stretcher from somewhere to carry their senior, leaving hastily with the priests and nuns following behind.

Only Chief Charles was left in the wind, dumbfounded.

In a flash, the overwhelming aura of terror dissipated.

Williams returned to his wheelchair, the violent life energy waves collapsing again, returning to the level of the Third Victory Realm.

The massive skeletal dragon beside him also disappeared the intense heat subsiding.

Charles was drenched in cold sweat, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

After the innocent civilians emerged from the underground, they all knelt by the roadside, weeping bitterly. They were the lowest members of society, never expecting to be rescued after being taken by the heretics. This was the first time they had experienced being valued as living beings.

Just as Charles was about to order his subordinates to comfort the civilians, he saw them standing up and climbing the ladder at the entrance, helping the last two people up, sincerely expressing their gratitude.

"Thank you," the civilians said truthfully, "May the Lord bless you."

Amber let out a bitter smile and shook her head, "It's nothing, I didn't do anything."

David laughed, "You should be thanking the others, not us."

After Damon and Rose led the Inquisitors out, they quickly looked around.

"That Matthew is still underground, I hope he's not fighting with him," Rose said anxiously, her beautiful face full of worry, eager to go back to the underground relic.

"Don't worry," Damon held her back, "With the captain's chip, he's fine."

The next moment, an exceptionally arrogant voice came from underground.

"Hurry up and get me out of here," Mike shouted from below. "By the way, which idiot ordered the destruction of the underground relic? Such a stupid order, and someone carried it out! Let him come out and face me!"

Chief Charles' expression changed instantly.

Because the order to destroy the underground relic was his application...

The sudden attack on the High Priest during the ritual was quite unexpected, but fortunately, the higher-ups reacted quickly. The explosive source from the underground relic had been extinguished, and the heretic rebels had mostly been cleaned up, even though the ringleader was not caught, clues had been found.

At this moment, Chief Charles was still leading a team to investigate the traces in the underground relic, handing the clues over to the Divine Intelligence network for analysis.

This time, the Inquisition did not argue with him.

Because all the useful evidence had been taken away by Mike.

Charles was the only fool still investigating, to no avail.

"You see, the way the law enforcement agency operates is just to search for evidence on the scene. The detailed case analysis is handed over to Divine Intelligence. Although Divine Intelligence is indeed efficient enough, human subjective initiative has long been declining, and people are becoming more and more incompetent."

Williams, sitting by the roadside stall, commented lightly, "As the collective divine power of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, Divine Intelligence has been constantly evolving and becoming more and more perfect, so that humans can depend on it. But the ones it has chosen are often those who do not depend on its existence."

He paused for a moment, "Only such people can pursue the qualification of the Sacred Sovereign."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Mike wasn't listening at all, drinking tea tiredly, looking around.

"What are you looking at?"

Williams couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I met someone in the underground ruins."

Mike shifted his gaze, "The nun next to the high priest can also use divine power."

After leaving the laboratory in the underground ruins, the nun named Olivia parted ways with him, according to her explanation, because there were too many people outside and it was likely to be exposed to people with ulterior motives, but the specific reason was unknown, and it was highly likely that there was more to it.

Williams looked at him rather strangely.

The divine power of the Kabbalah Tree of Life can only be used by the high priest.

Of course, many people don't know this.

Mike's one sentence revealed who the person he met was.

"Okay, the nun of the high priest," Williams said calmly, "Did she say anything bad about me?"

Mike asked curiously, "Do you know each other?"

Williams hummed, "You could say we're old acquaintances."

"Oh, she told me to stay away from you, she said you could turn into an aberrant."

Mike stared at him closely.

There was no desire to feed in the palm of his right hand.

But it's also possible that Williams has hidden the Dark Matter very deeply.

If they were both of the same kind, they could speak frankly.

"Do you believe it?"

Williams glanced at him.

Mike also drank a cup of tea and analyzed, "First, I can confirm one thing, all the abnormalities that have appeared in this city are related to Holy Mountain. And eight years ago, a pair of siblings had once entered Holy Mountain. After that, the prototype of the Necro Cult had already appeared. And the secret core of Holy Mountain is probably what the third generation Sacred Sovereign got there."

He paused, "Aberrant art."

Williams showed a wistful expression, "You know quite a bit."

This Grand Adjudicator was most likely aware from the very beginning that all the abnormalities occurring in the city were related to Holy Mountain, and he might even have known that the Necro Cult was researching aberrant art the moment it appeared, but he said nothing.

As for whether he mastered the aberrant art or not, he didn't admit it in the end.

Mike didn't bother to ask either.

After all, he also had his secrets.

No one should dig too deep.

This is the best way.

"The so-called Necro Cult is researching this forbidden power, and the reason is not yet known. But now it can be confirmed that they do want to destroy this city. Because they are all a group of... people abandoned by this world."

Mike slapped the handbook on the table, "Take a look yourself."

Williams lowered his head and flipped through the handbook, which recorded the tragic past and the reasons for pursuing the power of each member of the Necro Cult. Flipping through a few pages, it was all human suffering.

"No wonder the Necro Cult is so large in scale, they rely not on some kind of power, but on utilizing the resentment and anger deep in the human heart. The system of Divine Intelligence treats humans as tools in pursuit of ultimate efficiency, forcing them to abandon their emotions. They even see the human struggle and strife as part of the survival of the fittest. But in fact, humans can never be devoid of emotions, and when they suffer great injustice and unfairness, they will fall into darkness."

He said softly, "When a person loses his bottom line and is not constrained by order and law, he will cause great destruction, whether or not he has great power."

He turned the handbook to the last page and saw the circled photo.

"This person is from the law enforcement agency, I'll have Damon and Rose investigate."

He suddenly said, "Interestingly, the Necro Cult can conduct so many experiments in the city, they must have a huge budget to support it. Where does this money come from?"

Mike was taken aback, "That's right."

"This is a clue."

Williams put the handbook away, "I have something else to do, I'll be going first."

Mike paused, "Where are you going?"

"To settle the score with the one who has been badmouthing me."

Williams pushed the wheelchair, turned around, and left, "Contact the communication channel if there's anything."

As he turned around, he couldn't help but cough.

A drop of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He calmly wiped away the blood and sighed softly.

He was no longer as vigorous as in the past.

Using the aberrant technique just once had already reduced him to this state.

Mike saw his slightly weary figure and suddenly said, "Hey, you need to take better care of yourself. And... thank you for today's matter."

He knew that he had been able to stop the explosion because of this man's determined resistance.

He had even gone against the will of the Mansion Lord.

Such trust was rare.

Williams waved his hand without looking back, "You're welcome."

When the night fell, Olivia went shopping in the bustling district, disguised as a just-dismissed student, wearing a sky-blue school uniform and carrying a pink backpack with a cute plush cat hanging from it.

After leaving the clothing store, she first had a Yeongyang-style synthetic barbecue, then bought a cheap beef wrap from a street stall. She had planned to go to the snack store to buy something but was discouraged by the high prices, only able to buy the cheapest lollipop.

"It's so expensive," she murmured. "The price of a barbecue beef meal today is enough to buy a Kobe beef meal five hundred years ago. The casual snacks that can be bought on the street have become a luxury for the upper class. It seems I need to continue to strengthen my research on divine techniques, as the production of resources is still far from enough..."

As she made her way through the vast city, the luster in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an aura of solemn divinity that could not be concealed even by her youthful school uniform.

At this moment, a disabled person in a wheelchair approached.

"You should have notified me earlier," Williams coughed forcefully. "What if something had happened to you?"

After confirming there was no danger, he finally relaxed.

The High Priestess's heart was truly magnanimous.

The matter was over, and she only now informed him to come.

If anything had happened to the High Priestess during this period, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Olivia indifferently said, "I encountered an interesting little fellow in the underground."

Williams knew who she was referring to.

Otherwise, he would not have so resolutely defied the will of the Mansion Lord.

Mike alone would have hardly been able to stop that explosion.

But with the help of the High Priestess, it was different.

"Like you in the past," Olivia added, "How unfortunate."

Williams was unhappy. "Isn't being like me in the past a good thing?"

Olivia glanced at him. "You should have a little more self-awareness."

Williams sighed, "Did you badmouth me to him?"

"I only stated the facts," Olivia said coldly. "Let's go, there's work to be done."

Williams smiled and asked, "Do you need me to help you clean up the internal traitors in the Sacristy?"

"With your current condition, it's better not," Olivia said indifferently. "My time is limited. Handling these heretics myself will be faster. After that, I still need to help someone translate a pathology report."

Standing on the main road leading to the Sacristy, Olivia looked at the terrifying hole blown in the ground. A brilliant holy light descended from the sky, enveloping her.

The youthful school uniform suddenly vanished, replaced by a moonwhite ritual robe.

"After dealing with these heretics, I may need to rest for a while. The Mansion Lord may take the opportunity to seize power again. They see you as a thorn in their side, so you must be cautious."

Olivia raised her impassive gaze, spreading her arms as her robes billowed.

At that moment, the Sacristy at the end of the main road was illuminated by endless radiance.

"The wrath of my Lord shall fall upon those rebellious children."