Chapter 1311: New Mission

Emlyn vaguely sensed that there might be some abnormalities in the two

Beyonder pathways of Earth and Moon, but he didn't ask Archbishop Loreto

about it directly.

*He doesn't seem like he would answer... It's better to wait for the

next Tarot Gathering to ask The World, The Hanged Man, and the

others...* Emlyn nodded indiscernibly, indicating that he

already knew the difference between a Favored and a Blessed as he

muttered to himself.

He didn't consider seeking Mr. Fool's answer, because he felt that there

was no need since the corresponding problem wasn't too important. After

all, the Sanguine's Dukes, Marquises, and Counts were still alive and

well, and there hadn't been any particularly negative news regarding the

Church of Earth Mother.

At the same time, his previous guess also made Emlyn connect these to

the influence the Primordial Moon, an existence which was perhaps an

evil god or a high-level Devil in disguise, had on the Moon pathway.

"He" had once caused many Sanguine who had prayed to "Him" to lose

control, turning into monsters that only knew how to mate and reproduce.

Emlyn suspected that this was one of the evil existences that sent the

fake visions and revelations.

With no more questions from him, Loreto put away the document in his

hand and thought for a moment before saying, "This is the problem that

requires special attention.

"In addition, I hope that you can set up three to five Beyonder teams in

Backlund. They should mainly be members of the Sanguine."

Emlyn was always law-abiding. The only crime he did was steal blood at

the hospital. He subconsciously raised his question, "Does the Church of

Evernight and the Church of Storms have any objections?"

Loreto said with a benevolent smile, "This was a request from them.

"As most of the forces of the Church of Steam have withdrawn, there is a

lack of official Beyonders in Loen.

"Although the Church of Evernight and the Church of Storms have also

recruited a group of Machinery Hivemind members who don't wish to leave

Loen, and the lower-ranking clergymen, they are ultimately just a

minority. Furthermore, they still need to handle the purge in Feysac and

the independent colonies overseas. Therefore, they hope that they can

provide some help.

"This is quite beneficial for our proselytizing in Loen. However, you

have to remember that, here, we have to restrain ourselves. We can't

freely proselytize. Just be on the same level as the remnant Church of

Steam. Of course, our believers won't be able to catch up to the Church

of Steam for a long period of time. This requires a generation, two

generations, or even three generations of effort."

*Yes, maintaining the present scale and having a certain degree of

development is enough... It's too troublesome to proselytize...*

Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief and calmly replied, "Okay."

In the Sonia Sea, City of Generosity, Bayam.

Alger wore a bishop's robe embroidered with symbols of lightning and

waves. He wore a metal Storm Sacred Emblem and stood at the peak of the

coastal mountain range, looking out at the other side of the forest.

There were very few trees there. The surrounding hills and short

mountains had been flattened, revealing a hidden harbor.

It was a private harbor that belonged to the Resistance. It was

definitely not comparable to Bayam's port, but it was of medium size,

enough to sustain many people's lives.

A city with an unconstrained and crude style had been built near the

harbor. The city wasn't huge, probably only one-fifth the size of Bayam

or smaller.

In the center were two towers. One was a spire, the other steeple. They

were all strangely silver, reflecting blinding light under the sun.

Surrounding the twin towers were many paved roads made of cement. They

led to buildings that were mainly made of stone or were connected to

open squares and training grounds. The green trees lining the sides of

the street exuded a feeling of grandeur.

Alger knew that the city didn't only consist of residents from the City

of Silver, but also people from Moon City.

Many of the latter were extremely deformed. They were temporarily

unwilling to interact with Bayam, as well as the residents of the other

cities on the island. They only purchased their necessities through the

people of the City of Silver.

It was said that they planned on building a city that belonged to them

deep in the forest, and would only leave a path to the new City of

Silver.

*These are all believers of Mr. Fool. I'll have to slowly integrate them

into the entirety of the Rorsted Archipelago... For now, I'll

temporarily not disturb the deformed and allow the residents of the City

of Silver to bring normal-looking Moon City residents to

Bayam...* Alger seriously considered his subsequent actions.

After settling down the residents of the City of Silver and Moon City,

he had actually completed the mission that Mr. Fool had given him.

However, he believed that he was still far from being able to exchange

for Sea God's identity, authority, and status. Therefore, he did his

best to deal with the problems left behind by the "great migration."

To be frank, Alger was most worried that Mr. Fool didn't give him

anything to do. If that happened, he didn't know how long it would take

for him to make enough contributions.

Accompanying the new City of Silver's establishment and the immense

vibrancy it exuded, he acutely sensed danger.

There was more than one Sequence 4 demigod in the City of Silver and

Moon City, and they were Mr. Fool's loyal believers. Perhaps, Mr. Fool

would one day bestow the identity, status, authority, and power of Sea

God to one of them!

*There are two Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts in the City of Silver, a

Sequence 3 saint, three Sequence 4 saints, and nearly ten Grade 1 Sealed

Artifacts, as well as a few demigod Beyonder characteristics that can

temporarily be used as Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts... There are three

demigods in Moon City, five Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts, and a large number

of potion formulas... This...* Alger only made a slight

calculation before realizing that the two factions that came under Mr.

Fool were a little terrifying.

All of them combined was equivalent to a quarter of the Church of

Storms!

According to what Alger knew, the number of Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts

each Church had numbered between five to eight. There were fewer than

four Grounded Angels active at present. In this aspect, they were indeed

much stronger than the combined Moon City and City of Silver.

However, the orthodox Churches had no advantage in numbers when it came

to Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts and saints, especially the latter.

Due to an all-out war, with the brass increasing the number of saints by

nurturing them, the Church of Storms only had around twenty saints.

*The Church of the Sea God doesn't have a demigod yet, but it won't be

long before a new Sea God will appear... As for the angels under Mr.

Fool, there's The World, the Death Consul, and the angel of the Fate

pathway... There are the saints from our Tarot Club...* The more

Alger thought about it, the more alarmed he became. He realized that he

was a little slow in this aspect.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't extricate himself to take an

objective look at things, and although he had always been amazed by such

matters, he finally came to a clear realization today:

Unknowingly, Mr. Fool's faction had already developed to a level that

was comparable to an orthodox Church. Even if there was a certain gap,

it was only due to the lack of accumulation that needed to span across

years.

And it hadn't even been three years since Alger joined the Tarot Club!

*If I hadn't experienced all these changes myself, I definitely wouldn't

have believed it.* Alger sighed inwardly as he fervently wished

to do something for Mr. Fool so that he could quickly accumulate the

contributions needed to transform into Sea God.

When that happened, he could truly cast his gaze towards the Book of

Calamity and attempt to complete the request of the elven queen,

Cohinem.

Retracting his gaze, Alger glanced at Bayam at the foot of the mountain.

He saw that this city, which hadn't suffered any serious damage in the

war, had once again lit up. It could also be called the most prosperous

city in the Sonia Sea.

At that moment, the priests, bishops, and believers of the Church of the

Lord of Storms were cooperating with the new government civil servants

and the Church of Sea God to build schools and hospitals to the children

in the slums and the natives with no financial capacity that would

provide education, medical treatment, and assistance.

As Alger watched the people walking along the streets like ants and the

colorful buildings that were different from the vast majority of Loen,

the corners of his mouth curled up slightly before he wiped away his

smile.

He narrowed his eyes, unsure what he was experiencing or enjoying.

At that moment, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of him.

Following that, he saw the ancient palace and blurry figure in the

middle of the fog. He heard Mr. Fool's words:

"A mission. Monitor a man named Verdu Garcia."

Along with the revelation, plenty of miscellaneous information rained

down and drilled into Alger's mind, allowing him to know the exact

situation of Verdu Garcia.

He was a member of the Abraham family that had concealed his identity.

He had recently left Desi County and had come to the Rorsted

Archipelago.

Alger was thrilled. He bowed his head respectfully in response. "By your

will."

Klein knew that Verdu Garcia Abraham had left the Northern Continent and

was heading to the Rorsted Archipelago, as Dorian Gray had mentioned

this when he prayed.

He knew very well that the person named Verdu yearned to save Mr. Door

so that the King of Angels could return to the real world.

The reason why Klein had gotten Miss Magician to inform the Abraham

family of one of the rituals that helped Mr. Door escape was because the

trust between the two parties was insufficient. If he were to hide it or

lie by saying that an angel needed to be hunted for the ritual, the

Abraham family would definitely suspect Fors and make her continue

contacting Mr. Door and try to confirm it through other means.

Once they discovered anything, Klein would lose control of the Abraham

family, preventing him from nipping the problem in the bud.

If it had been a few years ago, Klein wouldn't have been too worried

about such problems. However, as the apocalypse approached, the

infiltration of the Outer Deities would only increase. It was possible

that a member of the Abraham family would come into contact with a

corresponding item or believer and obtain the correct ritual.

Therefore, Klein believed that the ritual that was extremely difficult

to complete could be used to effectively gain the trust of the Abrahams,

allowing them to deepen their faith in Mr. Fool and become more devout.

Then, he could monitor the extreme ones among the devout and grasp their

trajectories, and interfere with them in time.