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Low Dimensional Game (Web Novel) - Chapter 373: A Young Girl as the High Priest
Chapter 373: A Young Girl as the High Priest
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“In the name of God, the master of the night, the supreme ruler of the Star Kingdom, the divine guardian of the night and dreams, you’re the newly appointed Pope of the Church of the Dark Night!”
“You’re in control of the power of God! You’re leading all living beings on behalf of God!”
A seemingly young and tender girl was dressed in a magnificent black robe, she was wearing the crown of the Pope, and being worshipped by a cardinal priest dressed in the red robe of the Church of the Dark Night. He knelt on the ground with the Pope’s staff, waiting for the newly appointed Pope of the Church of the Dark Night to accept her power.
“The sun will eventually set, only the night will last forever!”
“The sun will eventually set, only the night will last forever!”
With the roar of that watchword, all the priests of the Church of the Dark Night hysterically followed suit, tens of thousands of people gathered there to shout the standard watchword of Church of the Dark Night. It ignited the whole city.
“The eternal master of the night! You’re the only indispensable being in the world…” Sacred and melodious songs, with the recitation of the choir, brought the whole city humming together, singing praises of the great master of the night.
In the Biketo City of the Kingdom of Hollyma, the town square of the Night Temple and the high stairway were filled with priests serving the master of the night. On the stage, there were the kings of the Kingdom of Hollyma, the Puvant City, the Roman City, and other kings from the Exotic Kingdom. They were all dressed in magnificent clothing. There were also groups of nobles and those who had a prestigious status, saints, clergy members, and the ruling class.
At that moment, all were kneeling at the feet of the new Pope of the Church of the Dark Night. Even if she was just an ordinary-looking girl, at that moment, she represented the god.
The young girl sat on her divine throne and looked blankly at everything below. It seemed that a new world had opened its doors to her and enabled her to see the most astonishing side of the world.
“I’m the High Priest!”
There was only excitement on her face, but she had completely no idea what throne she was sitting on, or what the position meant, or what responsibilities she had to bear.
Over the town square, the convoy of chariots of the Kingdom of Hollyma passed by. Soldiers lined up with flags and their guns fired into the sky. The latest Battle Airships soared over the sky above the town square. The fleet was arranged in rows or in a herringbone pattern as it moved forward. Airships could be seen parked in the sky everywhere in the city, they were watching out for anything abnormal in the city, while also hanging a banner to congratulate the newly appointed Pope.
Military music was played from morning till night, with orchestras and theatrical companies from all over the world performing in the town square.
The High Priest previously serving the master of the night had died suddenly, and it was a fifteen-year-old girl who inherited his supreme power. Over a very short period of time, three High Priests had been replaced, which was unusual for the Church of the Dark Night.
Was there anything crazier than a mere fifteen-year-old girl becoming High Priest and therefore the supreme ruler of the entire Exotic Kingdom and the Kingdom of Hollyma? The latest news about the new High Priest of the Church of the Dark Night was all over the newspapers and radio stations across the Alen Continent.
“A fifteen-year-old young girl becomes the Pope of the Church of the Dark Night!”
“Young Female High Priest takes over the supreme power of the Exotic Kingdom!”
“The transition of power in the Exotic Kingdom, the successor…!”
Such news could be heard everywhere in the world. After all, although the Exotic Kingdom wasn’t the most powerful kingdom in the Alen Continent, the Kingdom of Hollyma wasn’t weak, and the Church of the Dark Night was the orthodox belief of the entire Exotic Kingdom, so it was in charge of the destiny of tens of millions of people.
That evening, when the coronation ceremony ended and Alice returned to the Pope’s palace, she was divorced from all the excitement and thrill she had felt before. She was now trembling with fear.
“Mr. Skeleton! What we’re doing now, this is… isn’t this blasphemous?”
Sitting in front of the window, a gentleman in a mask and suit who looked like a doll turned around and asked, “Blasphemous?”
Adenos was sitting in a chair, remorseless, his head tilted to one side, the skull under his mask revealing an odd expression. It was without skin and flesh, but he was obviously laughing, “Wrong, it’s not blasphemous, what I wanted is… kill the god!”
He stood up and gestured toward the window, as if he was embracing the world, or as if he was devouring the world.
“Abandon that pitiable awe and revere of yours! Nothing is nobler than ourselves! Nothing is more formidable than our own will! As long as we’ve enough courage, and possess an imagination beyond the ordinary, we can accomplish all the impossible things!”
Adenos preached his ideology, for him it was a belief he had carried with him right from the beginning. No one could be as blasphemous as he was, no one could be more audacious than him, no one had a greater imagination than him.
But Alice only felt fear when she saw Adenos acting like a tyrant. Adenos found himself facing that simple child-like girl from a peasant family, so unlike a king even though she was wearing a crown. Suddenly, he felt a little tender-hearted.
“Ridiculous! Laughable! What’s the matter with me? Are you old? Old? Lacking in enthusiasm? How could you be soft-hearted?”
Adenos mocked at himself in his heart, but he soon realized that he was indeed soft-hearted. When he killed his father and brother but left his sister, Esha, alive, he was soft-hearted then. When he looked at Alice, who had the same face as his sister, he could still remember her after such a long time. Adenos suddenly cherished the memory of everything he was familiar with.
“Sleep, just treat it as game or a dream! I’ll arrange everything! And you, just have your fair share of fun, that’s more than enough!”
Adenos looked out of the window. The world outside the window hadn’t changed. But Adenos saw the power and presence of the abyss surging over the land he was on.
In order to kill a True God, unless a person erased the whole world along with the God, that person would never be able to remove the imprint of the God from the world or the imprint between the God and his believers.
It was almost impossible to kill a True God who was sunk in sleep and waiting to be reborn. It wasn’t difficult to destroy him, but it was hard to kill him completely. Adenos was once the Seventh-Grade King of the Dead of the Mythical Beings, a mythical creature specializing in the soul. For any beings on the Mythical Level, with the exception of Gods, he was more well-versed in them than anyone else.
Adenos knew that it was absolutely impossible to kill a True God with his own power, but what if he borrowed the power of another world? Would the power of an entire world kill a True God? Moreover, what if it was the legendary powerful and terrible Abyss World? It was a crazy idea that would make anyone turn pale, but Adenos dared to think of it, he dared to work it out and had the ability to do it.
Adenos never wanted to inherit the priesthood of the master of the night, but he wanted to sacrifice the master of the night as an offering to the Abyss World, sacrificing a True God to it. He would then have the ability to become the devil monarch of the Abyss World.
Such an idea was impossible if it was targeted at the True God who overlooked all the living beings in the Divine Kingdom. At the very moment he initiated his attack, he would suffer a full blow from the True God. But for the master of the night, he was one of the three gods of civilization, a god who was in the rebirth stage would be different. He, who was sunk in deep sleep, had no ability to resist any attacks. He had even lost the ability to cry for help.
Adenos’s plan, right from the beginning, targeted the former High Priest. He had killed the Pope because he was in the way. Adenos was the Seventh-Grade King of the Dead who had been the master of the Styx for many years, so it was easy for him to plan the murder of a High Priest serving a God with a weakening divine power. It was not difficult for him.
Later, Adenos seized the Candle of the Night, a divine artifact of the master of the night that was carried by the High Priest. That was also an important factor in the sustainability of the Church of the Dark Night since the master of the night had sunk in his deep sleep. That divine artifact was a part of the divine power.
By offering sacrifices to the abyss and borrowing the devil’s power from the abyss, Adenos would degenerate into an abyss seedling, and the abyss devil’s power would soak up the Candle of the Night and became a devil’s weapon. Through the devil’s Candle of the Night, priests who served under the master of the night would be eroded. At the same time, under the Biketo City, a Talos Door would open up. This would be the legendary Abyss Door.
“As the priesthood of the master of the night is dragged into the abyss bit by bit, every priest actually has a tiny part of the god. When they all transform into abyss seedlings, and when they return to the Divine Kingdom, they’ll pollute the core of the divinity. All I need is a grand sacrificial ceremony, and a massive number of degenerated priests!”
“Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of priests will return to the Divine Kingdom together, and then the last one dragged into the abyss is…”
Adenos could picture that wonderful scene.
But all of that must be done behind the curtain and not be found out by anyone. But he was relatively safe, the Exotic Kingdom was a closed and independent country, and the master of the night was a God who couldn’t defend himself, a God sunk in a deep sleep.
