Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

"They, they won't spare the consequences, will they?"

"Consequences, what consequences could there be?"

Ji Jue asked indifferently, "Believers have always been like cattle and horses, while the priests are the shepherds. Would a shepherd feel sorry for the sheep leaving the flock?

Even if on the invisible production line the livestock are dismembered, when the blood splatters, people will only marvel at how tender and fat the beef is this year, won't they?"

Yan Fei was stunned for a long time, his voice trembling slightly, "Then, what about the Holy Seal..."

"A Holy Seal is just a Holy Seal, what problem could there be indeed? I don't know, I don't understand, it's all done behind my back for the good of the church. I'm fighting for faith for the Holy God, what could I be wrong about?!"

Ji Jue thought up a hundred thousand standard answers in a second, "Besides, everyone's using it, if I use it a little less, wouldn't it be fine?

Even if there's a problem, it's not like everyone would be killed, right?

Moreover... some people are really hoping everyone gets killed."

Facing the tide, the foolish eagerly jump into the waters, fueling the waves, drifting into chaos. Heroes and bravest self-sacrifice by standing in front of the tide and the fury of the foolish, striving to turn the tide, or become a mocked stumbling block.

The instigators will decisively stop their actions once they reap the greatest benefits, while the so-called 'clever ones' have already planned how to guide the tide into which hell it shall flow...

"Look here, everyone is celebrating, immersed in happiness, who would be the ignorant one to disrupt the big picture? With such a long-term vision, aside from seeking profit, all one can do at best is to preserve oneself."

Ji Jue squinted his eyes, looking toward the highest point of Central City, at the Sacrifice Cathedral, and grinned silently, "Ironically, the ones truly responsible for all this...

Heh, are still enjoying themselves unknowingly."

Everyone cooperatively added bricks and mortar, fanned the flames and added fuel, kindled a blazing fire. The Archbishop at the highest point admired the scene of devotion and fanaticism on the warm pyre, cheering joyfully.

And while he feigned ignorance, preparing how to further leverage this miracle, venturing into the Secretariat and shaking off responsibility, a letter of accusation from the Eastern District was already placed on the desk of the Heavenly City Secretariat.

"...Holy Seal?"

The Pope on duty stared at the report from his subordinates, his eyebrows slowly furrowed, "Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! The priests below don't understand, but how could an Archbishop not understand?

Arrogantly speculating God's will, greedily coveting sacred grace, this is sheer madness!"

"Reprimand or warning?"

The secretary knowingly picked up a pen, observing the Saint's expression, preparing to draft a document, "Or, removal, exile?"

"..."

The Pope lowered his gaze without a word, in the silence, he stared at the records in the report, the sinister existence of the Holy Seal, his expression grew increasingly grim, "No, the matters involved behind those Holy Seals are of great importance... Dispatch orders, halt the southern tour of the Saint Yidra, head to Eastern Central City first, and take full charge of all related matters.

Also—"

He paused, a trace of blood appeared in his somber eyes, "Tell Yidra, to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, execute fully, absolutely must not let heretical actions contaminate the Divine Country!"

The secretary's hand trembled slightly while holding the pen, the command letter in hand smeared with ink, like the blood soon to be shed in the east...

Winding without end.

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In less than a month, just over a dozen days, the Miracle Seal had already spread throughout the entire Eastern District, no, not just the Eastern District.

With numerous pilgrims and resistance camps promoting it, it had already spread across the four major districts, like flames growing stronger beneath paper, impossible to contain.

There was no need to wait for the month's end statistics.

No need to wait.

In just these few days, the increase in faith throughout the Eastern District had already doubled compared to the past, and it's still increasing, growing more intense!

In the midst of joyful and praising hymns, thunder suddenly roared above the sky of Central City. Countless believers widened their eyes in shock as they looked up to witness the legendary spectacle.

A giant door opened in the sky.

Behind the magnificent and solemn carvings, the grand scene of Sky City projected forth, blocking the sun. And under the guard of angels, a glorious light fell, a chariot drawn by Pegasus descended slowly from the sky!

"Saint! It's the Saint!!!"

"The Saint has descended!!!"

Countless believers cried with joy, kneeling and praying, shouting with ecstasy.

Indeed, their prayers had moved the Holy God, in their lifetime, they were able to witness such a grand miracle from the Holy God. Instantly, the sound of prayers surged to a new crescendo.

And that dazzling chariot merely coldly swept across the sky, falling straight toward the Sacrifice Great Cathedral.

Soon, amid the rushed and tense bell ringing, all the high-ranking members of the church gathered, some in surprise, some in joy, some in fear, some in doubt—everything happened too quickly, too suddenly, without any notice!

As the Archbishop knelt to welcome, he hadn't even had time to properly wear his robe.

And the usually gentle Saint merely walked past him indifferently, without stopping for a moment, causing his heart to suddenly sink to rock-bottom.

Numerous angels entered as the vanguard, taking over the defense of Holy Hall, and as the doors opened, Saint Yidra had already stepped inside, entered the Pilgrimage Hall, and directly sat on the main seat.

"Who else hasn't arrived?" Yidra glanced at the unfilled conference room and suddenly asked.

In the deathly silence, everyone looked at each other, someone mustered the courage to wipe his sweat, "There are two colleagues, the matter happened suddenly, the distance is too far, they couldn't..."

"Neglecting sacred affairs, the crime is unforgivable."

Yidra said, "Cast into the Border Prison."

The angel kneeled to receive the order, turned and left, and the glorious light outside soared into the sky, soon returned, raising a hand and smashing down two heads that screamed in fear and begged for mercy.

In the heavy atmosphere, only wailing remained, no one dared to speak again.

And the Saint merely waved a hand, leaving the accusation letter on the table.

"Let's hear it."

Yidra coldly looked down, "What's going on?"

The Archbishop felt as if struck by lightning, drenched in sweat, trembling as he tried to rise but couldn't stand, he knelt and shouted, "It's all decisions made without my knowledge, I, I really didn't know, Saint, have mercy, Saint—"

Before he finished speaking, someone resolutely slapped the table and stood up.

It was the attendant priest.

Pointing at the Archbishop, he shouted angrily, "—I want to report the bishop as harboring heresy, desecrating the holy, corrupting the church, his crimes are beyond pardon!"

His righteous and indignant words were unequivocally spoken, like iron, his words seemed to nail the bishop on the pillar of shame.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who wanted to drive the nail.

Suddenly, more people slapped the table, stood up, and pointed at the Archbishop to shout. He wasn't alone...

Some even acted late, the first person's words were already halfway through when they stood up, at that moment of shock, they instinctively, quickly thought, and loudly shouted, "Me, me too!"

"Me as well!"

"And me!"

In no time, faces long prepared turned red, babbling incoherently, looking at each other in shock and daze.

Why, inexplicably, did they match, team up?

No, I, damn it, chose solo, didn't select five-man matching!

Well, indeed, there's no five-man match.

Because, the Saint threw forth eight accusation letters!

A thick stack scattered across the table, each envelope clearly marked with the names of those who stood.

In this sudden embarrassment and silence, in the moment of realization, all those who rose were involuntarily... filled with chills!

It's ruined!