Chapter 785 48: One Last Thing

Gregory III looked up at the sky, the golden streak shooting forth, reflecting the shattered Celestial Kingdom.

At this moment.

He seemed to hear the wails of the gods.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet he felt something blocking his throat, unable to make a sound.

He slowly bowed his head, his gaze swept over those who at this moment were all looking up at the sky, faces full of disintegration and disbelief, their faith collapsing almost instantaneously, reaching out to gently touch his lips.

The warmth touched his fingertips.

Gregory III looked at his fingers and saw the blood on them.

It was then that he realized his Stone... the Divine Format personally condensed by God himself, had shattered at some point.

The Pope of the Roman Catholic Church.

The core of the entire Roman Catholic Church, the Stone had actually shattered.

Gregory III noticed this, his body lightly swayed, and suddenly a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears.

In an instant.

He felt as if he had been abandoned by the entire world.

Ugh—

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, then staggered and looked up, gazing at the shattered Celestial Kingdom above, mirrored by the golden light, his features twisted and deformed: "How is this possible! God..."

But no sooner had he spoken.

From above the heavens.

Out of the shattered Celestial Kingdom, a streak of golden light suddenly broke away, like a shooting star! Across the sky! Descending fiercely towards the Holy City!

Simultaneously, a voice rang out, directly overpowering Gregory III's voice, carrying a sharp, high spirit that almost made one kneel, echoing throughout the Holy City: "His Majesty was right! My greatest strength is my natural wealth! Never bound by constraints! Always victorious no matter how I fight!!!"

At this moment.

Even if no one appeared.

Even if the words were incomprehensible.

Almost everyone who heard the voice could feel the spirit and arrogance of its owner.

Young men in fine clothes and furious horses, conquer all seas without obstacle!

In an instant.

Almost everyone thought of similar adjectives.

And before they could react, before Gregory III could react.

Almost instantly.

That streak of golden light descended over everyone's heads, crashing without hesitation onto the place of symbolic meaning, the birthplace of every Pope—the Sistine Chapel above.

Boom—

As the entire Holy City trembled.

The ceiling mural of the Sistine Chapel, the majestic creation, shattered abruptly.

Soon after.

The entire Sistine Chapel instantly dismantled, and after a brief silence, a shock wave carried the debris of the collapsing Sistine Chapel, sweeping across the Holy City of the Roman Catholic Church in an instant.

"Ah—"

It was unclear whether the cries were due to the destruction of the Sistine Chapel or the surprise from being overturned by the airwaves, rising and falling one after another!

And when the airwaves subsided... the entire Holy City, like the Celestial Kingdom mirrored by the golden light above, was already in shambles.

The dead silence.

The Holy Office of the entire Holy City, at this moment, had lost its voice.

But Gregory III stood in place, looking at the distant collapsed Sistine Chapel, gazing upon the golden silhouette standing atop its ruins, feeling the spirit and arrogance emanating from that silhouette.

Accompanied by the blood continually overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his whole body began to lightly sway.

And then.

His vision went black, and he fell forward.

In the last moment before losing consciousness.

He finally remembered something, something he had deliberately forgotten, or had not recalled from history.

Once.

The Yellow Springs Mainstream thrived as he looked down upon it.

On the Ancient Mongolian Plateau, there was a nomadic tribe called Xiongnu.

During the late Qin and early Han, they gradually grew strong, repeatedly invading the Central Plains, causing great threats to the Western Han regime at the time, and controlled the Western Regions.

Then, a war-mongering Emperor emerged, and the situation changed.

During his lifetime, this Emperor, at the cost of exhausting generations, completely crushed this tribe, stomping them beneath his feet.

Later, during the reign of Emperor Zhang of Han, the Xiongnu problem was thoroughly resolved, and the threat they posed was completely eliminated.

But the defeated Xiongnu did not fully perish.

After being driven away, they continuously migrated westward to Europe, and through recuperation, marriage, and ongoing blending with each tribe along the way, finally forged a cultural amalgam, a compound of multiple ethnic members.

Flying the banner of Xiongnu, inheriting their traditions, they ultimately swept across every land in Europe, establishing the European Xiongnu Empire by the Danube River.

Later.

Their generation's leader gained a new name—God's Whip—a name as infamous as the Black Death and floods.

… The terrifying race sent by God to drive away.

The realm atop the Yellow Springs Branch he looked down upon was the indirect pusher.

Come to the present day.

God's Whip.

Any generation of God's Whip has vanished into the annals of history.

But this time.

The country seems to have a thousand ties with each 'God's Whip,' intervened directly, wielding the whip.

This time, however, it is no longer God's Whip, because what they are flogging and driving away is not just the Roman Catholic Church... but also their gods.

With this thought.

Bang—

A dull sound.

Soon after.

The panic-stricken cry from the Holy Office following emerged.

"…Pope!!!"

...

East Asia.

The soaring golden column still persisted, continuously emitting strong light, ceaselessly surging upward.

As if never-ending.

As if genuinely piercing through the world.

And the entire East Asian Empowerers maintained their posture of looking upward for a long time.