Dressry turned his back to Josephine, "As you say, strength is a gift from the Lord. If I have the power and give it to you, then am I not your Lord?" Josephine paused, rubbed his hands, shook his head vigorously, and said, "The Lord is the only one, how can we believers doubt it?" Only the power given by the Lord is true power!"

"It's sad that a stupid fellow who has cultivated to such an extent and still believes the lies of the Holy See. With that, he waved his arm and grabbed Josephine in the air. As his strength grew, a purple color gradually appeared on Josephine's face. Apparently already having trouble breathing.

"Josephine, you tell me. If strength is given by the Lord, then how can I be so strong in the face of a devout believer like you? Or you can try to break free with what you call true strength. Drisley sneered and increased his strength.

Soon, Josephine's face was dead, and he could no longer breathe under the pressure of Drisley. He felt like he was going to the divine realm and meet Yahweh and God. The expression on his face became more and more peaceful when he thought of this. Hmph! Drisley snorted coldly. Plop! Josephine fell weakly.

The people present were shocked again, they prayed silently for Josephine, no one dared to stand up and accuse Dressley, but they could curse him fiercely in their hearts, in their hearts, the young archbishops could not hide the hatred in their eyes, and clenched their fists tightly. Even the archbishops who had been following Drisley looked at each other with suspicion. In their opinion, if the director wants to show his strength, it is enough to kill the new director in one move, so why kill this junior? Wouldn't this be counterproductive?

Ignoring the oppressive atmosphere in the hall, Dresley sat back on his throne. Place your hands on the armrests and lean your body on the back of the throne. He said in a defiant tone: "You all think that what I did just now is very tyrannical, don't you? I killed a junior, your companion, for the sake of shame. You're starting to doubt what I'm saying, aren't you? But! This is power! Irresistible! If I want him to die, he must die!" His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, and everyone felt a chill down their spines when they were swept by it. It's as if my inner thoughts have been seen thoroughly.

For the people in the temple, a week seems to be only a moment. Shaking his shoulders lazily, Dressley held out his finger and pointed at Josephine, who was already lifeless. From his fingertips came a golden divine power, which flowed to Josephine, and Dresley began to chant incantations, one obscure spell after another, which he drew out of thin air and merged into Josephine's stiff corpse. After drawing more than a hundred charms, Dressley stopped drawing the charms, and he placed his hands with five fingers facing each other, where he placed them on his heart, and a small drop of blood slowly fell into his hand. A flick of blood fell onto Josephine's heart, where it had stopped. He closed his eyes and once again emanated a wave of divine power from his body. This divine power gathered into a ball and poured into Josephine's head.

After doing this, Drisley was a little tired, and he leaned back on his throne. "He'll wake up soon. After leaving such a sentence, Drisley began to recuperate. But the hall was shocked!

Everyone was talking about what the director had done to Josephine's corpse! He performed the Great Resurrection Technique? This can only be succeeded by God's action! How could he! Several archbishops all showed disdainful expressions and dared to challenge God's spells? What an idiot! The cardinals also looked worried. I don't know if the director can succeed. Hopefully he really has that kind of strength

Of course, Drisley knew what they were talking about, but in fact, Josephine had already woken up, but was ordered by Dreisley not to wake up, and was waiting for a while. And so another week passed.

Finally, the archbishops in the temple couldn't help themselves, and one of them stepped forward. "Chief, the dead cannot be resurrected unless there is the power of God, so it can be seen that we still have to rely on God if we want to have eternal life. It's not the cultivation of divine power as you say. As the closest person to God, I believe that you will understand this truth. Divine power is irreversible. Hopefully, you can get rid of this temporary confusion. Don't try to practice divine powers. Dressery shook his head, "It's you who need to change, you've been lying to Yahwa for so long, you don't know what the truth is. Let me break this lie for you! Josephine, wake up, rise from the darkness of nothingness!"

Josephine suddenly opened her eyes, rolled over and stood up, and bowed to Dresley on the throne, "Thank you for leading me out of the darkness. He turned to the members of the Inquisition in the main hall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have all been deceived, and when we die, our souls will not be led to heaven, but to endless perdition. Forcibly dissipate our consciousness. Prepare for your next rebirth. Lord, ahh Hearing his words, the cardinals in the temple were filled with relief, and they were even more convinced of what the director said. The young archbishops were in a painful struggle. What happened in this month was so impactful that it had a huge impact on their belief in God.

Drisley, who had not spoken, ordered the meeting to adjourn. He was the first to leave, followed by several cardinals. Seeing that they were gone, the archbishops could no longer bear it, and one by one they gathered around Josephine and asked him about the aftermath of his death. "You really weren't led by the Lord after you died?" An older archbishop asked eagerly. For him, the limit has become a question that he should think about.

Josephine shook her head, a look of disgust on her face. "Where there is any lead, just a black hand, grabbing my soul and throwing it into the world. Fortunately, at this time, the director's divine power interfered with the black hand, and I was able to resurrect it. At the word resurrection, the archbishops' eyes lit up. Who wouldn't want to live one more time? Josephine paused and explained, "No one can rise from the dead, no one can do it." The reason why I was able to come back was because the director turned me into an undead spirit and came back to life. As soon as he said this, the archbishops in the hall gasped. Resurrected as a ghost? This ...... They can't say how they feel. Is this resurrection really resurrection? At the same time, they thought of the Lord, and whether the resurrection of the Lord would be the same? As soon as they thought of this, many archbishops did not dare to think about it. All that had to be said was said, and Josephine left the main hall. When the other archbishops saw Josephine leave, they all returned to their lodgings one after another. On the way back, the bishops were unusually silent, each thinking about his future. Intellectually, they trusted the Lord completely, but the truth forced them to think about what Drisley said.

Atoris is one of many archbishops. After flying back from the main hall, he kept thinking. He felt that the world that had been clear suddenly became chaotic at this moment. Sullen as he returned to his lodgings, he asked his servant to bring out the jar. Drinking to drown his sorrows, he hasn't done anything like this since he joined the Inquisition, but now that the entire Inquisition is in chaos, he will be debauched...... There were many archbishops like Atoris, who drank and had fun, meditated, or went to the prison to vent their feelings. In short, the strict laws of the entire Inquisition disappeared on this night, and there was an unprecedented chaos from above!

Welcome to follow my Sina Weibo and clear the way forward. Lost was written on the evening of June 15