Chapter 483 (1/2)

Chapter 483: The Distance to God (Part I)

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Isabella stared at the map in silence for a while. “But the crazed soldiers aren’t God’s Punishment Warriors. Although the pills can affect their resolve, it won’t give them unbreakable resolve. In front of truly terrifying enemies, they’ll still be afraid and may even run away—millions of defecting soldiers are enough to run us all over into dust.”

“Obviously it won’t be that simple. It would be best if the crazed army mostly consists of the church’s lower level believers, and if the Judgment Army was the core.” Zero returned to the window. “And if we want these many believers, we must unite the Four Kingdoms.”

“What are our chances of winning?”

“30%? 50%?” she replied nonchalantly. “How can I know what our chances of winning are? After all, we’ve never fought against them and can only get the information through ancient books from 400 years ago. Don’t forget what I said before… if we’re lucky enough.”

This was exactly why it was so exciting—she was putting the fate of all mankind at stake and placing the few bargaining chips she had all in one basket by fighting the strong with the weak… in a battle where the odds were against them, an unexpected triumph would be all the more sweeter.

“The continuation of mankind will depend on their courage, wisdom, faith, and sacrifice in this battle,” she thought. “This is probably what God hopes to see… cowards can’t earn his smile.”

“I hope you’re right.” Isabella frowned. “I’m feeling more curious now.”

“Curious about what?”

“If Prince Roland of the Kingdom of Graycastle was standing here, what would he do?”

Zero furrowed her brows. “Why? Do you think he can beat me?”

“Bishop Tayfun said that he hasn’t heard from the Pure Witch he sent to the Kingdom of Graycastle yet, as if she simply disappeared. She was the one you assigned on the mission to check out the Western Region. Besides her, we also lost Aphra from King’s City, the Bishop candidate Mira, and the church in Longsong Stronghold…” Isabella paused for a bit. “Don’t you think since the church began targeting the Four Kingdoms, we’ve never suffered so many losses before? It’s as if after we got involved with the Western Region, we have been losing. It’s like… God is protecting him.”

“Enough!” Zero slammed her fist on the table. “You know nothing about God!”

Isabella was slightly shocked. “I was only kidding… since when did you care so much about God?”

Zero tried to repress her anger. “He’s merely a mortal! Mortals can only rely on calculations and knowledge, and this will all become part of me. Even though he has ways to fight the demons, the Union will definitely do better!” Zero turned around and stared at Isabella. “When the church’s troops march into the Kingdom of Graycastle, you’ll know who really has God’s blessing.”

As Isabella left the library, she sighed and said, “You’re becoming more and more like a… Pope.”

Zero sat silently next to the table, her emotions in tumult for a long time, which was uncommon throughout her 200 years of life.

She knew what Isabella meant, but she could not explain herself to her… no matter who was Pope, no matter what ideas they had before, as soon as they stepped into the Prayer Room, they would all undergo unpredictable changes.

God… really exists.