790 Snooping (2/2)

Augustus, leading Harold, Myrna, and the central priests of the Church of Steam, paid tributes to the silver nuclear bomb that they believed to be the embodiment of the power of the God of Steam, expressing their gratitude to their Almighty Lord and praying for His protection in the next year.

They covered their eyes with their right hands and kneeled on the ground, praising and singing for the God of Steam in their hearts.

Right then, the silver ”nuclear bomb” emanated gentle brilliance, and their bodies were covered in the hazy light.

Shivering, they sensed that a sacred, almighty power eased the anxiety deep inside their hearts. Immediately, they were more peaceful and tranquil. They prayed at the same time.

”You dominate everything. You master the boundary between life and death. You're the king of the kings, the god above the gods.”

Silver rays shot out of the ”nuclear bomb” and fell upon Archbishop Augustus' head. Then, everything was back to normal.

Augustus slowly stood up. He said both solemnly and excitedly, ”The Lord has just changed part of the prayer and decreed that we should hold a grand session at the last weekend in every month so that His glory would illuminate the dwarfs beside us, and they could be saved from the fake gods!”

”Your kingdom comes, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,” the other dwarfs echoed at the same time.

Having stayed in Rentato for a long time, they were inevitably influenced by the Saint Truth, whose prayer had been partly melted into their ”Mechanical Apocalypse”.

After the liturgy was over, after Augustus led the central priests to preach for the other dwarfs, a cluster of blackness suddenly appeared on the top of the silver nuclear bomb, and a bird that carried the strong stink of death perched on it, examining the residues in the silver nuclear bomb carefully.

”A grand gathering every month, and a change of prayer. Hehe, you can't wait any longer, can you?” The bird made strange sounds.

After the weird sounds, the bird vanished quietly. At this moment, the most evil air somehow erupted out of nowhere and hovered inside the room.

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”Recent changes of the Church of Steam…” Quite a few pieces of intelligence about that had been gathered in Benedict III's hands.

Expressionlessly, he tapped the table and thought to himself, It seems that his progress is faster than I expected. He's already doing the final preparations. If it weren't for the mistake in the North Church, he might've really tricked me, and he would've already become a demigod by the time I discovered it.

Leaning back against the back of the chair, Benedict III asked himself, ”Where are you going to hide for your advancement, Lucien?”

Thinking about that, he suddenly snorted. ”Wherever you hide, I will find you. Other people might be unable to do so, but as long as you are walking on the path of the power of faith, you will never hide from me!”

He took out a delicate figurine from a drawer. It was a bald dwarf, with weird and creepy patterns all over his head.

Viken closed his eyes and touched the figurine of the bald dwarf with his right hand. Spots of godly brightness that were barely visible for other people appeared and surrounded it like little angels.

The erratic, intangible brightness of godhood surfaced on the figurine of the bald dwarf too. Countless illusionary lines extended over from the void.

”The power of faith is gathered in… in…” Viken suddenly opened his eyes and blurted out, ”…in the projection of the Dark Mountain Range inside the World of Souls!”