At daybreak, the dark sea lit up for the first time. Although there was no bright spot, the sea easily became very bright.
Charles' eyeballs slowly shrank back, and various deformed organs along with Charles' shadow slowly slid along the ground and retracted into the huge rope.
Humanity returned, and Charles, who had turned back into human form, stared blankly at the bright sky. The dark rock formations above the sea of Earth revealed for the first time its original ochre color.
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered to himself.
Just as he said this, "thump, thump." He heard the sound of people falling to the ground behind him. They were the believers of the God of Light whose eyes were sealed with wax. The warm sunlight was a deadly poison to them.
This was just the beginning. On the large and small ships surrounding the platform that almost filled the entire sea surface, hundreds of millions of believers of the Church of Light, with smiles on their faces, collapsed onto the decks all at once.
Watching them die, Charles suddenly thought of something and his eyes were filled with fear.
He looked down at the dying Pope on the ground, then suddenly rushed over and excitedly lifted him up, "This light!... Does this light only illuminate the sea surface nearby!? Answer me now!!"
The Pope looked at Charles with a smile on his face. "Only illuminate the surrounding area? Haha, you underestimate the power of God."
"Fuck!" Charles raised his right fist and hit the Pope hard in the face.
The Pope, with only his upper body left, was knocked away by a punch and fell to the ground, rolling around like a broken doll.
"The entire Earthsea!!" Charles's roar, with a broken voice, echoed throughout the platform.
"The entire Earthsea!! The entire Earthsea is shrouded in sunlight!! Do you know how many people will die?! This is not just 10 million people on the British Isles!! This will almost wipe out all humans in the Earthsea!!"
The Pope's head, which was covered in golden blood, twitched slightly, and an old voice came out faintly.
"Yes, many people will die this time, but... what does this have to do with me? As long as God can get rid of the seal, it is worth it no matter how many people die."
Charles' eyes were red and his body was shaking violently. The anger in his heart almost burned away all his sanity.
He considered himself a selfish person, but facing the mass extinction of his own race, he could hardly remain indifferent.
"Buzz~" Charles' prosthetic chain saw started to spin rapidly, and he walked towards the Pope. "You—"
Just as he took a step forward, the giant rope in the center of the concentric circles next to him swung violently, and an extremely dazzling light shot onto Charles' back.
The Pope turned his head with great effort, and when he saw the things in the sky, tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.
"Oh my God, I... I finally see you, you are a thousand times more beautiful than I imagined..."
Charles' chainsaw slowly stopped, and he turned around slowly with a heart full of grief and anger.
As he raised his head suddenly, he saw a huge ball of light hanging in the bright sky.
It looks extremely similar to the sun on the surface, but it is not the sun. It is the God of Light, an artificial god created by the Foundation.
The biggest difference from the giant star in the solar system is that the light emitted by the God of Light is colorful and definitely not dazzling. It is very gentle and soft, and it feels very comfortable when it shines on your body.
His size was very difficult to estimate with human eyes. Sometimes he looked like a ping-pong ball, and sometimes he looked like a huge star observed from a very far distance. The huge rope that pulled her out was quickly absorbed by him in the light.
Charles felt as if there was something hazy in front of his eyes. He wiped it with his hand and found that it was an orange ribbon.
But when he rubbed it gently, the thread melted and diffused into the surrounding light. It was not a ribbon, it was the light of the God of Light, and the light of the God of Light could be touched.
Not only on Charles' face, but all kinds of materialized sunlight were gently scattered on the sea. Within a few seconds of touching anything, it quickly blurred and merged back into the sunlight.
"Captain Charles, you may not understand this because you haven't joined the religion yet. In the classics of our religion, everything about the God of Light is described in detail. The light of the God of Light is colorful, can heal people's hearts, and is warm at the same time. The light in the mirror box is too single and too dazzling. The two are completely different."
Charles stared at the God of Light in the sky, muttering, "So what he said is true."
The next second, the divine light of the God of Light suddenly became brighter, and the bodies of all the dead believers of the God of Light around him slowly floated up.
They floated towards the bottom of the huge fireball in the sky. Their clothes fell off, and soon hundreds of millions of corpses formed a huge meat ball that began to expand and contract continuously.
Then, a metallic creaking sound was heard, and large and small metal mechanical ships scattered across the ocean began to float up and continue to be assembled under the God of Light, including Island No. 068 that was trying to leave.
All the metals quickly softened and spliced, forming a kind of gray metal.
The metal melted and took shape around the ball of flesh, and soon formed a tall and thin human-like body taller than a mountain below the bright God of Light, with only the upper half of the body above the sea.
The body was not completely human-like, with hands hanging down to the feet and extremely large palms. However, when connected with the dazzling sun-like head, it seemed so harmonious.
The God of Light's actions did not end there. He turned his body and looked to the right. He gently raised his huge, skeleton-like hand, and a black light floated over from a distance.
That thing didn't seem to have any carrier, it looked like just pure black itself. The black color slowly floated to the back of the deformed God of Light and formed a black cloak.
"God! God!! I'm here!!" the Pope, lying on the platform, shouted loudly.
As the God of Light "looked" over, the Pope's broken body quickly healed and regenerated.
Just one second later, the Pope's body had healed again. The naked Pope could not contain his joy and shouted excitedly to the God of Light standing in the sea.
At this moment, he is no longer a 130-year-old old man, but a 10-year-old child.
"God! Take me too! Wherever you go, I will go! I will always be with you!"
The Pope's voice was responded to, and his body slowly floated into the palm of the God of Light.
As the God of Light turned around, huge waves stirred up surging waves, causing the entire platform to shake continuously.
The God of Light raised his legs from under the sea and walked towards the exit leading to the surface.
Charles stood there in a daze, watching the huge God of Light slowly leave. Suddenly, he saw him turn around and come back.
"He wants to kill me, the one who goes against him?" At this moment, Charles had no idea about this possible outcome.
The God of Light came back in front of Charles, His body slowly lowered, and a huge ball of light occupied Charles' entire field of vision.
Just when Charles thought the other party was about to attack, a small ball of light slowly floated in front of Charles.
There seemed to be something inside the grapefruit-sized ball of light.
"Ah! This smell, Mr. Charles, is that you? Are you outside?" A sweet and familiar voice came from inside.
Looking at the ball of light in front of him, Charles' heart began to beat faster.
At this moment, the Pope, standing on the shoulder of the God of Light, shouted to Charles: "Child, remember what I told you? We believers of the God of Light never lie!"
(End of this chapter)