Naruga was a pure demon from a primitive tribe. But even so, there were only a few demons who would desecrate a corpse.
Even among those tribes that practice cannibalism, they only eat corpses because of a forced disaster rather than for fun.
An existence like the God of Light playing with corpses was beyond her imagination and even made her feel absurd rather than angry.
So, what about Lalumia
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The thoughts of gods are extremely complex.
On the one hand, the long life of the gods has made her see through everything. She knows very well that humans are such creatures. They can be more noble than gods at the highest level, but they can make even the most insidious and cunning demons feel ashamed of themselves at the lowest level.
So Lalumia was actually prepared for all possible ugly deeds of Constantine... In a sense, although she was surprised, she was still within the acceptable range.
But on the other hand - saying that this is within an acceptable range does not mean that Lalumia has to accept this fact.
It’s like every family on earth can eventually accept the fact that their children will become ordinary people like themselves, but before completely accepting this fact, they have to persist in their efforts to make their children learn involution.
"Whether it is acceptable or not" is one thing.
Whether you are willing to accept it is another matter.
So it is understandable that Lalumia was angry about the deaths and injuries of her believers.
This was especially true when one thought of Eden, where the bodies of the dead were desecrated even after their souls left.
All four women have expressed their anger.
So what about Yang Hao and Elena
"Theresa. I don't expect you to be calm now. But at least, calm down a little, okay?"
He reached out and grabbed Theresa's wrist, then held the angry cat in his arms and gently stroked and soothed her. He could also feel the fire burning in his heart.
But unlike everyone else, in addition to anger, he also felt relieved.
Fortunately, I did not forget to move the bodies of my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and rebury them.
Fortunately, the God of Light cannot desecrate corpses outside the parish.
Fortunately... Fortunately, my next plan is to kill the God of Light.
Otherwise, Yang Hao could not imagine the day when he would have to face the evil corpse monster made from the corpses of his brother and sister-in-law on the battlefield.
He despised the existence of the God of Light. If at first he only despised the belief in the God of Light as an illusion, now his feelings towards the God of Light were full of disgust and hatred.
Because of this, he was glad that he could kill the God of Light tomorrow - but he also knew that he must not let anger cloud his mind.
So after thinking it over, he could only let Theresa calm down first - fortunately, his understanding of Theresa made the action of comforting Theresa go particularly smoothly.
With Yang Hao's comfort, the furious Theresa finally regained some composure.
The person being questioned by Theresa, Elena, looked at everyone in confusion as they became extremely angry about the corpse.
For synthetic dolls, for Eden, a country where almost everyone can change their bodies at any time and anywhere, and the so-called "divine body" has completely become a kind of spare parts, which can be replaced when needed, and continued to be used when no longer needed, and thrown into the trash can and treated like garbage when outdated...
The fact that one is angry just because the "body" that one threw away is desecrated is incomprehensible.
She really didn't understand what everyone was thinking at this moment... But the way the synthetic dolls think made Elena realize that the corpse was of great significance to the country on the ground.
Most Romani people eat corpses, treating the bodies of their own people as food.
The God of Light desecrates corpses, using them as his own toys or upgraded objects.
The Bayerjans and the elves respected corpses, and the Ling people, who were originally subordinate to Eden, were neutral. But judging from her expression, she also hated what the God of Light did...
In other words, am I the most "abnormal" person now
The little synthetic doll immediately realized this fact. Perhaps, she really didn't care how the parts she replaced would be treated. But in order to fit in with everyone, and to win more favor in front of Yang Hao... For the time being.
Elena made a choice that suited her situation: that is, answer the questions and don't ask more questions.
"Definitely. Through comparison and inspection, it is indeed similar to the skeleton condition of the Byerjans." She nodded, "Explanation: As mentioned before... those bones are thousands of years old. Thousands of years ago, only the Byerjans sank into the ground after fighting against the devil... and a very small number of Romans. If the historical records of Constantinople are correct."
Having said that, even if those skeleton spiders are based on the corpses of the Romans, it cannot change the fact that the God of Light is blaspheming the ancestors of the Bayezids.
Theresa, who had calmed down, showed signs of having another attack. Yang Hao quickly hugged her tightly and tried to comfort her, but at this moment he heard the words coming from Lady Lalumia:
"As leaders, we will definitely not panic, but if people learn about this rumor from some source, things will develop in a direction that we cannot control."
Lalumia's words calmed down the excited crowd.
Indeed, now only the leaders know the terrible news coming from the Roman Empire Diocese.
No matter how angry they are now, they will only be angry for a few minutes at most, and then they will calmly continue their work under the supervision of others.
It is a good thing for a country if its leader can act calmly - but the question is, can the people really be as calm as their leader
After thinking for a few minutes, they shook their heads and said in unison: No.
Because of the difference in status, because of the limitations of the people themselves, and because the people rarely have the awareness that "what I do will affect the entire country"...
If the Bayerjans were to learn what happened in the diocese... probably now the plans of Yang Hao and others would be directly aborted due to the overwhelming public opinion, right
After all, to put it bluntly, the United Nations is also a country built on the basis of the people. As leaders, they are like steering a small boat through a turbulent river. Under normal circumstances, they can still hold the pole in their hands to allow the boat to avoid possible reefs and risks and avoid capsizing.
But in special circumstances, that is, when public opinion is fanned, the oars are moving by themselves, and the bow is rushing towards the reef. Wouldn't the person at the helm be numb
In other words…
Now only Yang Hao and others know about the dirty deeds of the God of Light, which is actually a good thing.
At least Yang Hao and others had time to prepare, so that the Bayerjans people could be mentally prepared so that they would not be carried away at the first moment and then shout wildly that they wanted to teach the God of Light a lesson.
But the question is - are we really the only ones who know about this
Everyone stared at each other in silence. Then Yang Hao, Theresa, and Finn stood up at the same time and said that they would immediately order their adjutants to prepare the people at home in advance.
"Using the cannibalism incident in the parish as a prelude..."
"Then, little by little, they will throw dirty water on the God of Light, so that our people will gradually be mentally prepared for the fact that people living under the jurisdiction of the God of Light will have no respect for corpses..."
"Finally, when people are basically convinced that the Romans' own bodies will be desecrated and begin to worry about what will happen to the tombs in St. Petersburg, we will take the initiative to expose this news..."
"At least this way... we can avoid losses and achieve success within a day, even if it's a little bit of a stretch."
The three of them talked one after another, under Elena's strange gaze, Naluga's blank gaze, and Lady Lalumia's satisfied gaze, they expressed their common ideas without any communication but in sync with each other.
In the final analysis, if rumors that are destined to be known by the public are allowed to ferment uncontrollably, this public opinion will eventually turn into a behemoth that the government cannot control, and will then bring extremely adverse effects to the entire country.
But on the other hand, what if we deliberately scoop out a few pieces of this huge dough before it rises
Just like the layers of persuasion, first holding hands to pretend to be innocent, and finally hugging and hugging while hinting that they are playing big -
In this way, when you finally go to the hotel, even if you are wearing the most seductive sexy clothing, the person who has been mentally prepared through layers of hints will at most be surprised and will not turn around and run away.
Applying this to the current United Nations means letting the people know in advance the ugliness of the Church of Light. After the people realize that the Church of Light does not even let go of the corpses of its own people, naturally, the masses will gradually discuss whether the corpses of their ancestors under St. Petersburg will be humiliated.
At first, there would definitely be people who would express their anger with righteous words - but as more and more people became concerned, and even the masses themselves came up with countless reasons to pave the way for the God of Light's manipulation...
If nothing is done, public opinion is bound to get out of control, and will eventually become a behemoth that can be barely controlled.
For the time being, this can be considered a barely friendly situation - but in the end, this public opinion still needs to be vented out.
Fortunately, we are going to kill the God of Light during this period of time.
Just as Yang Hao and the others sighed and turned away to continue their intensive work, in the distance, the God of Light temporarily recovered some of his energy as the pain eased slightly.
Although faith and divine power were still dissipating, at least after the God of Light became completely motionless, the speed at which divine power and faith were dissipating slowed to an acceptable level.
He finally realized that the speed at which his divine power and faith were lost was actually related to whether he was "taking action".
“Damn it… Damn it!”
With an angry roar that could no longer be suppressed, the God of Light felt that his divine power and faith were once again beginning to drain away at a faster rate.
This made him quickly cover his mouth, and at the same time, it made him deeply aware of the principle of the loss of divine power.
Simply put, this is a water tank with a crack at the bottom that is fixed on a horizontal bar and shakes constantly from side to side.
If you do nothing, very little water will leak out of the "water tank".
At least it was within the acceptable range for the God of Light. The belief and divine power of one minute passing per second was still acceptable.
But if I take action... even if it's just a simple word, the power that is flowing away every second will be multiplied...
Once one begins physical action or even releases divine arts, the consumption will become greater and greater, eventually reaching the point where one second consumes several months' worth of energy.
The God of Light suspected that if he could regain control of his body, he might be able to avoid having his divine power stolen.
But then he thought that if he returned to his physical body, that bitch Saint would probably take away his divine power for more than three hundred years... In the end, the God of Light chose to restrain himself, to endure the pain, and to wait for the best opportunity.
It was better to let mortals attack than to suffer a greater loss of his already dwindling divine power. But even if the oracle had been issued, the God of Light could not risk monitoring the actions of the Old Church.
All he could do was to send his "skeleton demons" to act as supervisors, allowing them to force the Old Church to attack on his behalf while also providing some breakthrough force when the New Church resisted.
The God of Light was confident that he could let the Skeleton Demons break through the Protestant defenses in one fell swoop, but he seriously doubted whether his believers had second thoughts about him.
What Saint Cecilia did irritated the already fragile back of this sinister villain.
When he looked at everyone now, he wondered if those believers also had the idea of murdering him.
He suspected that the saint believed in other gods, he suspected that the saint had rebellious ideas of becoming a god, he suspected that his own believers had also been corrupted, but he did not suspect that the saint was just a pawn being used.
I think the God of Light might not be willing to admit the existence of someone who fanatically believes in him until his death.
In order to gain the most concentrated and "least likely to betray" faith, he would even turn his believers into ignorant people.
His sense of security had been completely shattered, and the one now sitting on the throne of Heaven was just a wild dog who was worried about when he would bleed to death.
But even so, the God of Light is still the God of Light. He may be in a state of impotence and rage, or he may be gradually becoming weaker, but the only thing that has not changed is that he is still God.
In this situation, even if Patriarch Peter really had second thoughts, he had to temporarily stay out of the spotlight.
Especially when he noticed those spider-like twisted and fat skeleton demons rushing from St. Petersburg, with those things that should have been human skulls on them mechanically issuing oracles from the God of Light, and even the large number of weapons held tightly in the hands of the skeletons were still emitting flashes of light.
He understood that now was not the right time, and he began to feel lucky that he had already made the exhausted believers eat rough food mixed with poison before dinner, and he had also cut off the tongue of one of the believers to accuse him of being a Protestant spy.
"Dear God's messenger... We will set off soon."
Patriarch Peter spoke respectfully to the huge skeleton demon in front of him. Then he turned around and looked at the soldiers who had not yet been poisoned. He made sure that everything was ready. After everyone had torches in their hands, he waved his hands and ordered his army to advance under the cover of night.
At the same time, in a place that Patriarch Peter did not notice, some soldiers were chattering their teeth, obviously frightened by the messenger of the God of Light.
But if you look more closely, you will find that these soldiers have large crack marks on their necks.
The faint purple light was obscured by thick collars, they were trembling all over, and even had to be whipped several times by the priest when they walked. They looked useless, but in fact, they had the possibility of escaping with the help of the devil.
A demon from the central area proposed a deal to them - the demon would let them leave this hellhole alive, but the price was that they had to spread the rumor of the God of Light Skeleton Demon throughout the United Kingdom.
They didn't understand what the United Nations was, but they knew very well that if they were unwilling to accept it, death would arrive sooner than they imagined.
Under the effect of fear... a group of soldiers took off all the equipment that could prove their identity during the Old Church midnight march, and fled naked to the distant forest.
On the other side, the pain in the God of Light became intense again.
He realized that even if he did nothing, the bitch who was absorbing his power would continue to widen the crack under the water tank until the crack was completely irreparable.
He knew even more clearly that the bitch might be forcing him to die - but the God of Light knew very well that forbearance was the key ability that allowed him to survive until now.
Forbearance, forbearance! He gritted his teeth, and although his heart was bleeding, he still chose to forbearance in the end!
"Once I regain all my power... I will definitely turn you, a dirty and despicable bitch, into a breeding ground for monsters! I will make you give birth to filthy offspring day after day, and I will also make you eat your own children..."
The God of Light made a harsh remark, but soon after he spoke, the sudden drop of divine power forced him to shut his mouth again.
The object of the God of Light's harsh words, Saint Cecilia, is currently checking the defense construction of the Protestant border area with the help of the witch and the ascetic nuns.
They were well aware that the United Nations had already stockpiled a large number of troops on the border with the diocese.
Even during routine patrols, the countless golems could hear deafening footsteps in the distance. But no matter who they were, they had no intention of deploying troops to defend against the United Nations.
On the one hand, it was because of Saint Cecilia's thoughts - since she learned about Yang Hao's condition, she realized the problems that the diocese might face in the future.
But she thought again that the place she controlled did not have much strategic value even in terms of objective material, so she boldly judged that Yang Hao should not be able to attack the area where the new religion was located. Even if he wanted to capture her, she was not worth it.
On the other hand, there was the idea of the Night Witch Priscilla - she was simply calculating the pros and cons. The time wasted in attacking the Protestant Church was enough for the United Nations to occupy St. Petersburg and take a look around at the Old Church at the same time.
So after thinking about it, the United Nations probably won't waste time and energy on these insignificant characters...
Although it always feels desolate to think about it this way, at least the Protestants don't need to worry about the safety of their own rear -
Anyway, if the United Nations really wanted to invade, they would have no ability to resist, so they might as well just take off the clothes at the back and increase the thickness at the front.
Cecilia and Priscilla were thinking about something. At this time, they received another letter from the ascetic nun. The huge skeleton monsters were marching with the army of the old church at this moment. If nothing unexpected happened, their target was the location of the new church. In other words, the God of Light chose to help the old church just because of Cecilia's abnormality.
"In short, we took the blame for some unknown existence, so now the God of Light hates us and decided to join forces with the Old Church instead of killing them... This is a tricky problem, Cecilia."