Chapter 609: Chapter 341: Little Ghost’s Big Mouth_1
Indeed, Anthony might well succeed, because the current ‘Dyson’ is now just a placeholder. If the genuine Dyson played along, overthrowing the Church of Light might truly be possible.
However, the risk was considerable. Let’s not forget that Anthony’s power also comes from the Church of Light; his followers still believe in the Light.
Anthony could stir up divisions within the church, and people might follow. But if he showed signs of subverting the Church of Light, it would be uncertain whether they would stick with him. They might even turn on him, tie him up and deliver him to the curia for punishment.
In any case, this was not a good idea. Anthony would not act recklessly unless he had no other choice, so his plan was to brush the matter off with laughter.
Packages of food were bundled up, packed into grain bags, and transported in various ways to places suffering from food shortages.
In a hidden world, two massive torches were burning. One emitted a holy glow, while the other was a pitch-black flame like ink. One black, one white—they were exceptionally eerie.
Guliani stood in front of the black flame, his expression slightly helpless. The black flame materialized into a face, shouting and spitting a spray of flames that narrowly missed Guliani.
“How do you even do things? Why are the number of sacrificed souls dwindling? Are you an idiot? You’ve been saying ‘soon’ for the last two months. Harvest season is upon us, and you are still saying ‘soon.’ The famine is ‘almost’ over; is that what you mean by ‘soon?’&…￥*#（@…￥#” the black flame raged.
Guliani said helplessly, “What can I do? Anthony has somehow procured yet another batch of food. His supplies have been unending for months. My people are telling me that the granaries are empty, but the next day, food miraculously appears again. I’m starting to suspect that he has identified my informants and is purposely misleading them.”
Guliani sighed. Seeing the black flame about to lash out again, he said, “Stop the obscene language, or I’ll smash all of your imprints.”
The black flame paused, its flame somewhat solidified. It looked up and down at the smiling Guliani, wondering if he was joking. After a moment of hesitation, it said, “Has your intelligence been affected by the possession of a pig-headed soul? Can’t you think about how to handle such simple matters with your butt? Is that good enough? No obscene language.”
Guliani took a deep breath and yelled in a low voice, “What I mean is, stop insulting me, or I’ll turn against you.”
With his words, a divine power surged throughout his entire body, making his low roar powerful. The little shards before him could not withstand his power and cracked.
The black flame froze, and after a while, it said, “You shout at me? I grant you power, and you dare shout at me?”
“Okay, okay. When Lord Light awakens, say that again, and I won’t shout at you,” Guliani replied irritably.
Hearing the word ‘Lord Light,’ the black flame glanced at the adjoining light column and quickly changed the topic. “You should solve the problem. The souls offered for sacrifice are dwindling; when will Lord Light wake up?”
“I know, I’m considering it, okay? You have no idea how slick Anthony is. He’s like an ancient undead, cunning and deceitful. He can see through others’ schemes instantly—do you know how many agents I’ve lost to him?” Guliani was clearly extremely frustrated.
“In addition, the God of Arbitration is still alive. I dare not mess with your power; otherwise, I would have used it against him by now. Darkness against Light; under the properties of antagonism, I could forcibly erase him.”
The black flame nodded sympathetically, “Yeah, why hasn’t that stubborn old God of Arbitration died yet.”
“While I dare not wield your power, I have found a vessel for you. It’s Archbishop Dyson. He has been practicing divine arts for a long time, and I have ignited his Divine Fire. The vessel should be able to withstand your power,” Guliani revealed.
“Oh? He’s kindled the Divine Fire? How did he do that?” the black flame asked.
“Of course, fueled by the Dark of the Light. It will take some time for him to consolidate the Divine Fire. It should be about ready now, Lord Dark. Here is the imprint.” Guliani presented a Crystal Stone, inside of which solidified a flame-like object.
The black flame looked at him and said, “This isn’t for me, is it? It’s for yourself?” A hand made of fire reached out and took the imprint.
Guliani didn’t deny it; he just smiled faintly and said, “I will order Dyson to visit Anthony. When the time comes, please, Lord Dark, take care of this nuisance yourself. Otherwise, we might run out of time.”
The black flame lapsed into deep thought. Oh boy, Guliani had cleverly used the phrase ‘running out of time’ to entrap the God of the Dark.
Should it take action? With Dyson’s impending visit, both friend and foe, Anthony would be on high alert. Dyson was assured to die, and the God of the Dark would suffer a slight loss. However, it wasn’t a big deal. It was the God of Arbitration that Lord Dark was worried about. If it provoked him, it might not find peace in the future.
Also, being calculated by Guliani , Lord Dark couldn’t help feeling resentful. It was taking the risk, and the only one benefiting from it was Guliani. He even shouted at the Dark Lord—how infuriating! These humans were too sly; it didn’t want to deal with them at all.
But if it didn’t take any action? It was running out of time; with the arrival of the harvest season, the famine would be over.
According to this year’s climate, it would be a bountiful year. This meant it wouldn’t have an opportunity for the next few years.
After much thought, Lord Dark gritted its teeth.
Guliani left satisfied; he had achieved his goal this time.
Although the God of the Dark was clearly angry, it didn’t matter. As long as it still wanted the souls offered for sacrifice, it wouldn’t stay angry for long. After all, the sacrificial souls were so sweet. If Guliani smashed all of its imprints, it would enjoy nothing.
Before leaving, Guliani looked at the holy torches in the distance. Within the God of Light and Darkness, Lord Light was the ruler. The God of the Dark was just a shadow of the Light. It didn’t matter if Guliani offended him as long as he didn’t anger Lord Light.
But Lord Light had been asleep for many decades; it was unclear when he would wake up.
‘Dyson’, who had received Guliani’s order, went to visit Anthony with doubts－a natural pretext was to discuss the food issue.
If it were the real Dyson, he would certainly never dare to do that. Now, the placeholder naturally didn’t mind. He even contacted Anthony in advance to report the matter.
Fearing that Guliani was plotting something, Anthony was fully prepared on the day of the visit. Thousands of men were lurking outside the tent, confident of dealing with any deity. However, nothing happened.
Actually, something did occur, but not to ‘Dyson.’ When the God of the Dark used the imprint to project itself without a second word, it first saw not Anthony but the big mouth of Little Ghost.