In the interior of the church, York, who has long since changed into a bishop's robe, is sitting on a row of stools, facing the image of Jesus with his eyes closed.

He was the only one in the entire chapel, and time kept ticking.

When there was movement outside, York opened his eyes, completed today's fixed task, and said a sigh.

"Amen."

The inauguration process is tedious and cumbersome, but once it gets to the end, it ends quickly.

After the previous coronation and promotion, he has now become a bishop, the real top of the church, so his state of mind at this time is a little different.

The difference between the two is that the difference between the two is too great, and unlike the priesthood, York feels that he is really freer now.

Because this shows that from now on, he will no longer be subject to any restrictions, even compared with the old man, the priesthood is considered to be the same level, and the different rank of authority and religion.

"It's a pity that something seems to have gone wrong with the old man, and he can't even come out to meet now......"

Yorks sighed as he stared at Bishop Cecil, who was walking within the direoscope.

He thought of the old man's very reluctant look during the whole process.

"No wonder it's in such a hurry."

York's current situation in light of the old man's situation has finally figured out a little taste.

According to the previous guess, it is necessary to have your own strength in order to carry out the repair work.

Then the old man should be the same as him, and he will not be bound to the church of this world, but has his own power.

"In this way, the old man did suddenly become the pope after disappearing for a while......"

York's mind began to diverge, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"This can't be the path to becoming a pope, is it?"

Thinking about it, thinking about it, York always felt that it was really possible.

He wanted to continue to think deeply, but Cecil outside had already appeared at the front gate with a click.

York's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked back at Bishop Cecil who had come all the way, and looked at his calm expression, only one sentence.

"What's wrong with him, old man?"

Bishop Cecil wore a bishop's robe with purple thread along the edge, and his demeanor was solemn and steady, and he held in his hand a document bag that he thought might have informed him of everything or that would allow him to take the next step.

"His majesty is about to lose his hand."

Bishop Cecil sat silently next to the chosen man and replied in a warm voice.

"He said, it's better to let you look his best......"

Suddenly hearing these two words, Yorks still didn't understand what the situation was, and there was a trace of complicated and indescribable emotions in his eyes, but he also frowned.

"Why is it so sudden?"

Cecil, however, shook his head and did not reply, as if he had been instructed by the old man.

"He doesn't want to see me?" York sighed.

Bishop Cecil still didn't answer, but just handed over the document bag in his hand and spoke.

"Yorks, everything you want to know is here."

Yorks looked at Bishop Cecil, who was evading the answer, and was also a little helpless, so he took the document bag in his hand and began to uncover it.

He could only watch, what else could he do?

As the document bag was uncovered, Yorks took out the documents inside one by one with a blank expression.

At this glance, he finally knew what he didn't know.

He was right.

The whole thing was so simple that he didn't feel anything in his heart at all, as if it were ordinary.

All of this can be found in these documents.

The reason why the church in this parallel world has spread so much and why it is gaining respect from various organizations is very simple.

The Church also has a mission to suppress the spatial rifts of various countries, preventing the invasion of people or monsters who do not know whether they are friends or foes.

Seeing this, York shook his head in his heart, he only had one sentence, the unknown is indeed terrifying, and the same is true of the spatial crack of the fog, all of which are based on the same principle.

If the fog incident was not a coincidence and happened to be bumped into by him, then he couldn't imagine how far things would go.

After all, the mountain-like behemoths and monsters inside such as Behemoth are not mythical monsters that can be easily solved by technology alone.

If you insist on using a nuclear bomb...... York only has one sentence, this is reality and not a movie, the best result is just a lose-lose situation, just those gray widows who can reproduce tens of thousands of spiders spreading everywhere in tens of seconds once they parasitize on the human body can be exchanged for many people's lives and a lot of resources.

The fact that the fog that obscured the sky could easily block out the sun meant that the monster world had a higher priority than the world he was in.

The most dangerous place is here.

"Now that the cracks in the fog appear, it means that the world is in tatters."

York sighed inwardly and looked down, seeing the church's response.

The world is in tatters, and there is always a way to fix it.

It's not that complicated.

Quite simply, as long as a person walks in, enters the world connected by the cracks, finds the accurate spatial node, and then destroys it, they can consolidate the interconnected eggshells between the two worlds, and even restore the eggshells and become harder.

"So the old man should have been in charge of taking on this role before, no wonder he always disappears......"

York remembered that in the past, there were not as many supernatural events as there are now, but they were pitifully few, and it was a very peaceful time.

This is also why, in this parallel world, there are obviously transcendents, undead souls, evil spirits, etc., but there are always some people who have never encountered supernatural events in their lives until they die.

So much so that some people do not believe in ghosts because they have not seen them at all.

It was the same situation as his previous life, that Earth.

Until now, the old man is old and has no more energy to spare, and over time, no one can deal with the remaining rifts, which has caused some changes in this parallel world, so that now supernatural events have begun to emerge one after another.

"It's like a fishing net, the crack in the eggshell is equal to the hole in the fishing net, the fishermen have not repaired it, they continue to use this fishing net, and eventually starve to death, only by repairing it can we stop this trend......"

As York looked at it, a corresponding thought appeared in his mind, and he paused on the next paper.

As for why no one can take on this patching job.

Because except for the old man and him, everyone will become a real ordinary person as long as they pass through the cracks, just because they are bound to this world.

Without transcendence, how can an ordinary person withstand the pressure of the space passage? How do you puncture the eggshell membrane inside an egg? How do you break through the protective film of another world?

"No wonder they chose me, it turned out to be a helpless move."

Yorks stared at the report of the church above and couldn't help but exhale lightly.

He suddenly thought that those legendary saints in this parallel world had also been responsible for these sewing jobs?

In this way, are there other saints in other worlds, looking for the so-called space node?

Or died in another world? Or do you want to come back......

York's mind drifted apart, but he didn't stop flipping through it.

Here he learned why every country has a bishop and one of the important duties of a bishop.

The town guard, the bishop's town guard is not talking, but it is really guarding, but this town guard has to add these cracks that are comparable to the cracks of eggs.

At the same time, the bishop had to keep an eye out for when the rift would erupt, fulfilling the requirement that the two worlds could come and go.

"Like a fog event? The cracks in the fog event have also gone through the development of time and some changes, and the monsters inside can penetrate and invade the earth, if it is not for the magic power of the multiplication effect, I am afraid it will ......"

Seeing this, Yorkes has already understood everything.

He pursed his lips and continued to flip.

Compared to the previous file, this is a map.

It marks the location of the cracks in various countries, a full 233 countries and regions, densely packed, and some countries even have several spatial cracks.

This shows that the Church in this parallel world is unimaginably powerful.

At the same time, there are some notes attached to these locations.

For example, it has been resolved, it is still in a stable state, it is on the verge of an outbreak and needs to be solved, etc.

"As for the crack that has been settled, there is ......" Yorks saw the old man's name, and he counted it silently, and the corners of his mouth tugged at him inaudibly.

"One for the United States, one for Australia, one for Sweden...... Did only four of them be solved? It seems to be very difficult. ”

York's eyes narrowed, staring at the dense cracks on the map that had not yet been resolved, looking at the notes that had appeared many ready to erupt, and silently put the map away.

He probably already knew what he was going to do and why he had compromised with the bishopric.

Thinking about it, York began to put away the papers, and there was no need to look at the rest.

He knew that the diocese he was about to govern must be arranged in the country where the rift was about to erupt.

"Looks like you've been keeping an eye on me." Buttoning the bag of papers, York sighed.

"We've always collected what you've done, and the results of the collection are basically for the bishopric to see." Bishop Cecil replied calmly, but his tone grew heavier.

"So that they can know what is special about you, York, and our world is in danger right now as your crown grows old."

York was silent for a moment, not as hesitant as Bishop Cecil had thought, but with a faint hint of inexplicable excitement.

Because in the Fog Event, he had already expected everything.

“…… York, you are not Gabriel's successor. ”

Bishop Cecil's voice continued to fall: "It is the successor of the Gregorian crown, this is the will of the heavens......"

It was this sentence that instantly interrupted York's train of thought, he looked at Bishop Cecil, interrupted him first, and said helplessly.

"Bishop Cecil, you should know my character."

As soon as this sentence fell, Bishop Cecil directly stopped speaking and finally said.

"I see."

He looked at York, his eyes full of regret.

"Of course."

Yorkes pretended not to see Bishop Cecil's eyes, after all, being high also meant losing a lot of freedom and fun.

"That doesn't mean I don't care about these things."

As he spoke, Yorks recalled everything about that map.

"It seems that the diocese I'm going to should only choose the countries that are about to break out......"

Hearing this, Bishop Cecil looked at York and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can think about it, and we'll give you concessions."

York's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he understood the meaning of this sentence, no matter where he was going, the bishop who was in charge of the town would be transferred.

"Okay, let me think about it."

Yorks clutched the file bag, but did not return it to Bishop Cecil, and got up to stare at Bishop Cecil.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you the answer, but before then, can I go see the old man?"

Bishop Cecil just stared at him, frowning.

"I'll just stand outside and look at it, just need a glance." York said calmly.

"This could be my last look."

Hearing this, Bishop Cecil understood, and he sighed as he stared at the resolute man.

"Yes."

………………………………………………

Huge luxurious room.

York sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sleeping old man on the bed, as if he was unconscious, and could not sense the movement outside.

"How long has he been in this state?"

In the eyes, the old man's body was like a withered flower, crumbling.

"After returning from Monaco."

Bishop Cecil behind him replied: "Because of the crown, the crack that erupted in Monaco was able to break the seal, but the consequence was that the body of the crown was deteriorated. ”

"He's really ......" Yorks couldn't help but shake his head as he stared at the old man.

In front of him, he didn't know how to do it.

Unless he has the legendary things that increase his lifespan or has healing powers.

It's a pity that he doesn't have either of these at the moment.

Until now, how could he not understand that the things recorded in the book might be held by the outside world, otherwise the huge power of the church would have found it long ago.

The world was simpler than he had imagined, poor.

Compared with the previous life, there are just more demons, evil spirits, vampires like chickens, and the church.

"Can you give us some alone time? Bishop Cecil, I want to say something to the old man. ”

Hearing these calm words, Bishop Cecil looked at the man sitting on the edge of the bed and the old man lying on the bed like a vegetative person, and there was a trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at the clergy and waved his hand, then walked away with them.

Hearing the click, Yorks stared at the old man silently before saying his first words.

"Old man, you don't seem to know my choice......

I tell you now that my choice is to accept your arrangement, close those cracks, and mend the world......

I'll leave tomorrow......"

(End of chapter)