Chapter 361: Chapter 223 Who will come, save me…_3
Therefore, upon receiving the Goddess’s approval, the Silent Church used it as a means to showcase its strength.
After the God War Epoch, the majority of deities lost contact and rarely showed miracles before their believers.
Even the Heavenly Principle Church and the Fertility Church, which are also among the Three Great Churches, had not witnessed such a grand spectacle for a long time.
Only the Silent Church was able to achieve this regularly.
Therefore, although the number of believers was slightly less than the first two, in terms of devotion and cohesion, none of the other churches could compare.
Sister Gretel stood by the window, gazing at the bustling streets in the distance.
Located in the Upper City, those who received invitations and attended the Moonlight Holy Scripture were all well-known nobles of Glostit, all arriving continuously here now, just to witness the once-in-five-years Bright Moon miracle.
However, they could not go to the Divine Moon Gap to witness the Goddess’s descent up close; they could only look up at the bright moon in the endless starry sky from a pre-prepared viewing hall.
Once the Goddess chooses to descend, the moon will also transform.
This is the miracle that ordinary people and nobles can witness.
Only the high-ranking members of the Silent Church knew the real situation.
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“A member from the Cortes Family who came to attend the ceremony seems to be Councilman Blake himself.”
A young subordinate behind her whispered to Sister Gretel.
Hearing this, Sister Gretel showed no expression, but let out a disdainful snort, “I remember, as a devotee of the Lord of Billion Stars, he has pushed several bills in the Imperial Council before, attempting to eliminate the Silent Church and the Fertility Church from the Three Great Churches, leaving only the Heavenly Principle Church as the sole true faith.”
“What, now that he’s paralyzed, he came to ask us for the Moonlight Original Liquid?”
The wrinkles at the corner of her eyes smoothed out as her mood seemed quite good.
After all, the reason why Councilman Blake ended up in this situation was precisely because of that madman named Lynn Bartleion.
She had to thank him for that.
But such a trivial sense of gratitude in her heart would probably never reach his ears.
Thinking this, Sister Gretel suddenly spoke, “What about the vessel now?”
Hearing this, the young nun behind her bowed her head like a quail, seemingly hesitant.
“The Holy Maiden… no, the vessel still retains some self-awareness, although extremely weak, it can’t be completely erased.”
Hearing this, Sister Gretel frowned, “Is the power level of the Painful Illusion set to maximum?”
The young nun nodded repeatedly, “Of course, incessantly.”
This statement plunged Sister Gretel into silence, her face showing a somewhat formidable expression.
Obviously, she hadn’t expected that the puppet which had always been under the church’s control would transform into its current state in just a few days.
She had underestimated her.
In the face of the inevitable historical trend, no one can resist the mighty power of the Divine.
At that thought, a sudden inspiration struck Sister Gretel.
For some reason, she recalled the name mentioned just now.
“Next, listen carefully to my instructions.” Sister Gretel went silent for a moment before slowly speaking, “Before the Divine Descent Ceremony begins, make one last attempt, as I say.”
“How should we proceed?”
The young nun hurriedly asked.
“Utilize the characteristics of the Painful Illusion to craft a bespoke dream for her.”
“The main character of the dream will be named, hmm… Lynn Bartleion.”
After receiving the order, the young nun immediately left the room.
Gazing at the pitch-black night sky and the perfectly bright moon, Sister Gretel slightly squinted her eyes.