The King of Black Fog

The nun's words left everyone stunned.

"And she is also one of us?"

"You're going to betray the faith?" the Red Archbishop's voice became calm again, oppressive, as if he had become another person.

"You are not the faith, nor do you represent the Lord," Larena answered, "The Lord's radiance is my faith, and she is more favored by the Lord than you. Can't you see that?"

Lucas's face turned ashen, but this was an indisputable fact.

The sacred tree he had summoned hesitated between him and this female knight. If the female knight were to summon the sacred tree, it would definitely regard him as a heretic.

"You're going to stand with them?" he asked in a heavy voice, his mind already considering how to escape.

Larena shook her head gently: "I don't want to hurt them, nor will I allow them to harm you. We are family."

"What do you mean?"

Larena looked towards Yang Qinglan: "Would you like to join the Church?"

"I would not." Yang Qinglan refused without hesitation.

Larena wasn't surprised: "You should have a rough understanding of the power of the Evangelical Book. If you join the Church, the Evangelical Book will make you stronger, and the Church will also fund you."

Yang Qinglan began pondering seriously.

The current situation was unfavorable for them. As long as the nun helped the Red Archbishop, the fig tree, gathering infinite holy light, would immediately attack Li Changzhou and the others.

Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia might not be affected, but Yafeiluna and the others would die, and the "Honeycomb World" would be exposed as well.

"I have a proposal," she said.

"Please speak."

"I will publicly acknowledge myself as a person of the Church, but I won't follow any of the Church's orders, nor do I need any resources from the Church. Sicily and Naples belong to Yafeiluna and Hede, theirs is the 'Lord's,' and this 'Lord'—"

She gestured towards Li Changzhou and continued.

"What belongs to him is mine, and since it is mine, it belongs to the Church. So nominally, Sicily and Naples still belong to the Church."

Larena fell into thought.

"Larena," the Red Archbishop stared at her, "are you going to accept such a humiliating condition? Giving up the land of the Lord's glory to someone else?"

Larena raised her head, her gaze serene and profound, a sharp contrast to her stirring and graceful figure.

"If everyone were to lead a life fearing the Lord, the whole world, especially at this time, would become better," she said enigmatically.

She turned her eyes to Yang Qinglan: "You are favored by the Lord, and I am willing to trust you, to let you continue to experience the Lord's glory, and hope that someday in the future, you can truly become a person of the Church."

She then looked at Li Changzhou: "I originally thought the unrivaled 'Lord' was an incarnation of the 'Lord,' like Jesus in the beginning."

"I am." Li Changzhou nodded.

"..."

"Perhaps." Li Changzhou added another sentence.

Unexpectedly, Larena wasn't angry; she nodded seriously, saying, "Please continue to prove it to me."

Because of her words, Li Changzhou began to ponder about the nun's attitude—did she appear to be eagerly anticipating him to be an incarnation of the "Lord"?

But that didn't matter much.

Buddhism awaits the Buddha's arrival, the Church longs for the Prophet, and even Daoism, which thinks about cultivation to immortality all day, always chants, "Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, quickly reveal yourself."

"So that's settled then? We're friends now?" Li Qianxia asked, seeming a bit out of the loop.

"You are not," the nun said.

"Huh?!"

The nun glanced at the six corpses of the monks.

"They tried to kill me first," said Li Qianxia.

Discussing such matters was pointless, a game of value. It's either you kill me or I kill you; here, there are only stances, no good or evil.

"Lucas," the nun turned to the Red Archbishop, "put away the sacred tree and give me the monks' Identity Cards."

The Red Archbishop looked at her, asking word by word, "Are you sure?"

The nun nodded: "I'm sure."

The light of the sacred tree faded, and the resplendent chapel returned to its original form. The Almighty Lord still watched over everyone with an austere gaze, indifferent to everything that had just happened in the chapel, His focus on the whole world of mortals.

"I will describe today's events in detail to the Court," Lucas said sternly, the sacred tree withering quickly, reverting to a seed. The seed dissipated the surrounding white light, revealing the "Bible·Red Archbishop" in its true form.

He took out six Identity Cards and handed them to the nun.

"The Lord said, the dew of resurrection dripped upon them, and they came back to life."

The six blood-soaked figures moaned in pain, one by one, opening their eyes.

'The same skill again? The resurrection of the dead.' Li Changzhou had been coveting the "Bible·Nun" for not just a day or two.

But since Larena dared to use it openly, unafraid of covetousness, she must have some form of confidence.

Furthermore, with such a skill, not to mention in Italy where eighty percent believe in the Church, even if one went to Xia Country, one could establish a new religion capable of rivaling Buddhism and Daoism from the ground up!

But upon closer thought, if the Church could become so powerful in the game of value, possessing mighty tools like the Evangelical Book, what about Buddhism and Daoism? What about those who walk the crooked path?

A tiny Earth, with depths comparable to the boundless universe.

Is this what Buddhism calls a mustard seed containing Sumeru Mountain? Even something as small as a mustard seed enclosing the vast Sumeru Mountain?

Li Changzhou, on his guard, naturally overlooked that he too was part of the deepest depth.

Reviving six people at once left Larena's face a bit pale, the light of the "Bible·Nun" in her hand significantly dimmed.

"Thanks be to the Lord, and thanks be to the nun," the six monks bowed in worship to the Almighty Lord and the nun.