1245 Building a Holy See Part 2 (1/2)

Saleen chucked the Eternal Control Shard into the figure's head and Baudelaire's soul entered it. No one truly wanted to die, especially someone like Baudelaire. He had an intense hatred for the Holy See and, given how Saleen had given him a chance, he had to continue living.

After all, he had only sold his soul to the God of Purgatory to exact his revenge on them.

It was all the same to him regardless of who he swore his allegiance to, so long as the one he served was against the Holy See. Baudelaire's soul had already been twisted and he had no other desires. His only meaning in life was to go against the Lord of Glory.

In actuality, much of what the great head inquisitor had done had nothing to do with the Lord of Glory. In fact, the Lord of Glory would not have liked the Divine Tablet Spell at all. The problem, however, was that Baudelaire would not have cared for any of that. The great head inquisitor was a believer in the Lord of Glory. As a god, it was his responsibility to keep the believers in check.

”Alright, now we have a clone of the goddess, a pope, a knights corps, and a Nature City. Shall we begin a war between religions then?” Saleen said to himself as he looked at Theisio.

Baudelaire felt a powerful life force as soon as his soul entered the Eternal Control Shard. Feeding into his soul was a life force converted from divine power. As such, it was incredibly pure.

His soul had entered a place without a chance of escape. Baudelaire gained the power bestowed by the God of Purgatory, enabling him to observe things with his soul.

He would not have been able to traverse narrow spaces freely otherwise. If he had only been able to see his way around with his eyes, he would have been sucked into the spatial turbulence and died.

The place that his soul was in seemed to be cage filled with wormholes, each containing energy that nourished the soul. But at the same time, there were mystical magic patterns all around him which he found unfathomable.

The energies on the magic patterns seemed to be something capable of causing extreme damage to the soul. Baudelaire did not know about lightning magic patterns, but that did not prevent him from fearing them nonetheless.

However, those magic patterns were something that protected the soul at the same time. Any external powers intending to enter that space to cause harm to the soul would have been shut down by the magic patterns' powers.

So there was some benefit he gained. While he was unable to betray Saleen, he would be spared from the God of Purgatory's punishment as well. Baudelaire felt rather lost for a moment, not knowing what his life had been for so far.

Saleen cast constellation power into the Eternal Control Shard. The space within the shard seemed to expand by millions of times. Saleen's voice was heard as well.

”Your life has been to serve me!”

The thundering sound reverberated throughout the space. Baudelaire felt himself shedding tears, but figures had no tears to shed. Two streaks of constellation power flowed from the eyes of the figure, which were sucked back in through the nostrils.

The Ring of Cosmos on Saleen's hand was spinning. He was rather shocked himself. However, the sudden comprehension had something to do with the Ring of Cosmos. The ring seemed to have enhanced his mental powers.

No, not mental powers, but the powers of the soul.

Baudelaire had actually been subjugated by him. He knelt willingly before him.

”Master, I, Baudelaire, willingly serve you.” He did not use any respectful honorifics in his words. In ancient Myers language, such a casual manner of speech would have required the permission of the other party.

”Alright, Baudelaire, get to the Nature City at northern Qin. Take the badge I give you and become a pope. I'll have Don play along with you. Spread the faith there and deal with the enemy by whatever means necessary. Just bear in mind not to harm the native people of Qin.”

”Understood, master.” Baudelaire took the badge that Saleen gave him.

Saleen then added, ”You have no equipment. I now bestow you with the Scepter of Nature. As a pope, you shall have a Crown of Nature and the Ring of Gifts as well. Keep these three items well.”

Saleen no longer had any need for the Ring of Gifts. The power of the Goddess of Nature had been almost drained. It was not an easy feat to use Water Flame Alchemy to create an amplifier.

Saleen's necklace had consumed too much power, including divine power from the Ring of Gifts and the Constellation Power from the level-19 Star Gathering Needle.

Saleen turned to address the people around him after Baudelaire left. ”Well, I'm supposed to return to Metatrin and see what is happening there, but I have confidence in my teacher. Even if there is actually an oracle at Metatrin City's doors, he won't be able to harm him. We'll stay here and plug the exit. Whatever Theisio wants from this place, I'll have him spit it out.”

Saleen was most wary of Theisio. That old man just seems unkillable.

Everyone had their own thoughts on Saleen's words. They were likewise incapable of doing much against Theisio. The defense around Theisio's territory was just too powerful. Level-9 professionals were utterly incapable of attacking him at all.

Theisio was wearing a sour look. He'd confirmed that Saleen had taken care of Baudelaire.

None of the 49 red-robed bishops said anything. They had hundreds of knights, yet they were unable to track Baudelaire at all.

Baudelaire made for the exit of the cemetery as the Armageddon Codex pounced on him from above. He was startled and wanted to cast movement skills, but found that his ability to tear space was gone.

The power bestowed by his god had disappeared due to his betrayal.

The great inquisitor's specter appeared from the codex, laughing maniacally as he enveloped Baudelaire's body.