"You're all here."

Jupiter IV squinted his eyes and sat down in his seat and said in a deep voice.

Below him, none of the thirteen seats at the White Round Table were free, and all of them were full.

But if there were any believers in Tyre here, they would be surprised to learn that the thirteen men seated at the round table were neither cardinals nor saints - not even the believers of Tyre.

They are thirteen popes. Thirteen righteous popes of equal importance and authority as Jupiter IV.

These thirteen Most Holy Beings were dressed differently and had different expressions. But there is no doubt that they did come in their own form, and not with some kind of projection or illusion or other tricks.

It was a veritable conclave. If this story spreads, at least a third of the young people who fought for their faith would betray their gods.

You know, the church is the place of God's presence.

In the world of Faense, there may be other places that need to be distracted by the gods, but only their own church, no matter how small it may be, is where the gods keep their gaze.

As long as a senior priest stands inside the church, his magic power will automatically increase by one order.

After all, this is the most mysterious place of every sect. There is no room for infringement.

And the gathering of so many heretical leaders at the Dome Cathedral in Frankfurt, the most sacred church of his own sect closest to Tyre, seemed to any believer to be blasphemous without any doubt.

Only Jupiter IV could do such a thing. No pope of any generation in Tyre would have dared to do such an arrogant thing.

But Jupiter IV did just that. And it is done in a bright and upright manner.

This most heretical elect is truly taboo-free. As long as it is truly for the good of Tyre, even if it violates Tyre's teachings, he will not hesitate to do it. Finally, he went to Tyre to plead guilty.

He would even periodically select a subset of Bansa's condemned prisoners to ask the Bansa Queen to pardon their sins. Bring them back for probation and training to replenish the manpower of the Penal Division and the Corrections Division, which will be drastically depleted every month.

Reputedly. Jupiter IV also had a deal with the devil; He also once set foot in the City of Fortune, from which he brought out a group of nightingales and thieves. He did not hide these experiences, and the strange thing is that no matter what his methods, people always believed in him and worshiped him. He even called him the greatest pope of Tyre's history.

His popularity even spread to other gods.

Otherwise, the Pope of the other gods would not easily go to the hinterland of the infidels alone. Otherwise, if Jupiter IV set up an ambush against them, or even make a slight move against them, they would not be able to afford it.

Conversely. In case any of the popes had a crooked mind, and instead of coming, he sent fanatics to blow himself up, and the next day the news of an explosion in the Frankfurt Dome Cathedral came out among the people, and Jupiter IV said that it was only a light disgrace.

But because of the restraint on both sides, or perhaps as Jupiter IV had anticipated, none of this happened.

Of course, there is another reason -

"Then, the second jihadist meeting has begun."

The old Pope spoke slowly in his warm, old voice.

Suddenly, an abnormal aura appeared in the domed cathedral.

It serves as the highest church in Tyre. The scale is naturally large enough. But at this moment, after the appearance of that mysterious aura, it gives people a sense of overflow that can't hold things.

That is, the projection of the fourteen gods-

Fourteen illusory busts appeared behind the fourteen popes.

Of these, only the phantom behind Jupiter IV became the first to solidify. The golden figure that shone like the sun couldn't see its face. He held a staff in one hand. It was as if he had actually sat somewhere, and sat down above the place where Jupiter IV had just sit.

At the same time, the figures of the thirteen gods, including Sivir, the goddess of war, Loda Khan, the god of hunting and the countryside, Konnie, the goddess of life, Ra, the god of contract, Koranwo, the god of decay and disease, and Elsax, the lord of violence, were also stripped from the void one by one. They appeared in the void and sat down one by one.

As their bodies became more solid. Their pope's form gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.

This is the Nine-Ring Divine Presence Technique that only the Pope can use.

It's not about letting the gods dwell on their bodies. Nor is it to summon the gods with their own existence as a sacrifice - this was first developed by Tyre to allow the gods to exchange personalities with the Pope in order to make the gods appear for a short time.

But, because the Popes are, after all, mortal. Even if they possess the personality of a god for a short time, their souls will not survive in the astral plane for long.

Moreover, the use of this magic requires the gods to have enough trust in the Pope. If the Pope has the slightest ill intentions, he may completely take the position of his master and ascend to the sky in one step.

This magic is more of a way for the gods who have no body in the astral plane and cannot communicate with each other to have a way to talk.

If Roland were here, he would have found that the God of Justice and Judgment, who was also a righteous god, was not here.

- That's because, not long ago, with the help of El Sachs and Loda Khan, Tyre had completely wiped out the remnants of the sect and swallowed up his authority.

Now Tyre has become more powerful than ever.

"Al Sachs failed."

After a brief silence, Cranvo spoke in a tone that bordered on mockery.

Drops of pus on his rotten face dripped down his pope's body as his mouth closed and closed.

"My bad. The White Tower is stronger than I thought. ”

The Lord of Violence simply and neatly admitted his mistake.

He was wrapped in heavy, dull armor, and a muffled sound came from the cracks in the armor.

Not in keeping with his priesthood, he speaks in a very structured manner, neither crazy nor rude.

"Then double the strength of the first wave......"

Just as she remembered Knie's soft voice, a soft, damp voice immediately interrupted her: "Twice as bad. At least four times as much. The White Tower seems to have wooed one of us...... That pure holy power was definitely not an inferior holy fire simulated by witchcraft. ”

"Alright, Nys. We're working on the details of the operation tomorrow, so hurry up now-"

Tyre gently put an end to the quarrel between the Goddess of Life and the Lord of Darkness, and there was no sign of hostility between Nicks and Tyre: "Maybe you don't know, but ...... Elukado has been released. ”

Suddenly, the domed cathedral fell silent.

After about seven or eight seconds, Sivir's crisp voice sounded in the air: "Father, I ask to fight. ”

"Sivir, you'll enter the battle in the second batch."

Tyre gently but firmly rejected Sivir's request.

"Today's time is almost up, and I will summarize the content of today's meeting."

Tyre spoke, "Go back and think about how Elukado will deal with it, and whether we should focus our operations on the second sweep or the destruction of the first. ”

"The Tower of Babel is an absolute taboo...... If I still can't wipe out all the wizards this time, I can consider having Kranwo launch a purge. ”

In Tyre's gentle voice, the bodies of the gods began to fade away, and the popes began to emerge from the void one by one.

"Wait, Tyre. I have something to talk to you about today...... This question may affect your calculation of the situation. ”

An old man with a kind face and dressed like an old hunter of the mountain people spoke slowly: "Just a few days ago...... I've got a saint here. (To be continued.) )