Chapter 599: Impatience

"Uriel and Raguel have been excommunicated by Pope John Honorius. The former is deemed by Honorius III to have been polluted by demons and no longer pure, while the latter is accused of being a demon 'posing as a saint'?"

In the spacious hall of the 'Land of Fate,' the assembled people—or rather, 'gods'—all showed expressions of shock and solemnity.

Among them, Anthony Braden asked with a cold, stern face: "Then where are the two archangels Uriel and Raguel now? Have they been judged?"

At this time, above him sat Li Mochen and his wife, while below him sat not only his two subordinate gods, 'God of Precision Industry and Metallurgy' Schroeder and 'God of Processing and Modification' Marit, but also Li Mochen's subordinates: 'God of Strategy' Garcia Ferren, 'Battle Angel' Robert E. Vaughn, 'Chosen of Wisdom' Eliza Targaryen, 'Chosen of Media' Nanette Drew, 'Ice Flame Dragon Girl' Hazel Wiltonstein, 'World Destroyer' Rafat de Robespierre, 'Silent Sovereign' Consuelo Wiltonstein, 'Energy Monarch' Jennifer Wiltonstein, 'Void Night King' Delfinia Eldridge, 'Ancient Shadow Dragon' Yvette, 'Ancient Giant' Bartram, 'First Source' Paracelsus, and the couple Lilith and Cain, all gathered together.

And these people, except for the two Chosen, all possessed a divine rank equivalent to that of an intermediate god, or power close to that of an intermediate god.

Even the four ancient ones of the vampire clan were not qualified to participate in this meeting.

"It's not entirely clear yet. But they are certainly still alive."

It was Paracelsus who answered Anthony. This mage, bearing the title 'First Source,' had an exceptionally rigid expression, and his voice sounded like an electronic synthesis.

This was not because Paracelsus had any dissatisfaction with Anthony, but because he had grown accustomed to it as a lich; even after being resurrected and regaining flesh, he still hadn't changed.

"Additionally, I observed a great battle around that 'Heavenly Battleship,' and then two beams of light fell to the mortal world. Also, today the light of Sirius and Venus is dimmer than usual."

"Heavenly Battleship?"

Jennifer Wiltonstein, the mage who inherited the title 'Energy Monarch,' asked with a hint of confusion.

Paracelsus glanced at her, then coldly averted his gaze, too lazy to answer. His disdain for this junior was evident; he considered the question too ignorant and foolish.

This caused Jennifer Wiltonstein's face to flush slightly. After all, she was an accelerated mage. In these few years, she had focused entirely on learning knowledge and laws related to 'energy.' She was indeed somewhat weak in the history and common knowledge of magic and deities.

It was Robespierre who spoke up to explain: "The kingdom of the Lord of Radiance is not in the world of light, but this deity used an astral battleship to create a small world similar to a divine kingdom with powerful combat capabilities. This battleship was named 'Heaven.' Many suspect that this astral battleship is a relic of the Moshlar, but there is no evidence."

"If it's true, then I bet this news will shake the entire world."

Anthony murmured, "Gentlemen, I sense the approach of a storm."

"Indeed."

Paracelsus flicked his sleeve, projecting a large world map before everyone's eyes: "At the same time, another event occurred: in São Paulo, Brazil, the seventh blasphemous blood sacrifice in three months took place, still targeting the Lord of Radiance."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp: "Someone is deliberately and systematically attempting to pollute the divinity of the Lord of Radiance. And if they succeed—"

"The Lord of Radiance may be rejected by this world, and he must immerse himself in dealing with his own problems. If this deity cannot purify his own divinity, he may even contaminate his followers. During this time, those gods from foreign realms can enter the Bright World without hindrance."

Consul Wiltonstein sighed: "I wonder if the First Source, sir, has found out who is behind this?"

After Li Mochen entered the divine realm, Clark Banfield's intelligence capabilities in the mortal world were no longer of much use.

Thus, in the pantheon established by Li Mochen, the one responsible for intelligence gathering was the 'First Source' Paracelsus.

The latter had experienced a long history and mastered many chaotic divine powers, among which 'Listening' and 'Observation' had both reached the intermediate level. Combined with some super-divine observation spells, he could relatively accurately observe the inside and outside of the Bright World and the movements of the gods.

Although in terms of ability, it was still somewhat unsatisfactory, within their group, there was indeed no one more suitable than him at present.

"Cannot find out."

Paracelsus responded indifferently, not changing his attitude because Consul was Li Mochen's grandfather.

"As far as I know, the Church of Radiance has also failed to identify the mastermind behind the scenes; they cannot even prevent it. Of course, it could also be that they have found out but are holding back."

Jennifer asked again in confusion: "As far as I know, this sacrificial ritual has long been explicitly forbidden by the Radiance Canon. I don't understand how this blood sacrifice could affect Him? Why not just refuse it?"

"The problem is that refusal is impossible."

'World Breaker' Robespierre helplessly rubbed his forehead, thinking that recently Jennifer had perhaps invested too much energy in the law of 'Energy'?

In the future, she should still take some time to look out the window and keep up with current events.

"Wasn't it just mentioned that Uriel and Raguel were excommunicated by the Curia? That's because the incarnation of the Lord of Radiance in this world has been tampered with. And the more this incarnation accepts these blasphemous blood sacrifices, the greater the difference between it and the main body, and the harder the situation becomes to control."

The Primordial Giant Batram suddenly interjected here, speaking coldly: "The gods had already prepared their countermeasures before they left; they had long planned to return."

He was a Cyclops, a descendant of Gaia and Uranus, and had a certain kinship with the dwarves.

"So, the Church of Radiance is no longer our enemy for now, right? The gods from the outer realms will be the greatest threat we face?"

Li Mochen asked thoughtfully: "First Source, sir, you told me earlier that there were three bad news, and these are only two of them."

"The third bad news is about 'World Three.' I guess everyone should know about it?"

Paracelsus scanned the people present, and this time even Jennifer had no questions. Regarding 'World Three,' it had been a well-known secret in the mystical world for two years. Even someone as ignorant as she knew something about the situation of 'World Three.'

"Currently, this world is accelerating its approach to the Bright World, and it is expected to merge with the Bright World within at most twelve months. Additionally, it can be confirmed that their largest pantheon is 'Delo,' which means 'War Giant,' that is, 'Aesir' in Swedish, 'Asura' in Sanskrit (the various languages of the Indo-European family share a common culture; the word 'Aesir' has the same etymology as the Proto-Germanic 'ansuz,' the Sanskrit 'asura,' and the Avestan 'ahura'). And the chief god of the 'Delo' pantheon, transliterated as Odelo, means 'Fury,' which is 'Odin' in Old Norse."

Everyone present couldn't help but exchange glances, their expressions cold and grave, sensing an imminent crisis.

Li Mochen also frowned, instinctively looking into the depths of the starry sky. His divine power allowed him to penetrate the boundless void and see the world approaching.

After a moment's thought, he turned to the Machine God beside him: "Anthony—"

But before Li Mochen could finish, Anthony shook his head: "Don't ask me, Andre. I said that after your apotheosis, I would follow your lead and cooperate fully. I trust your decisions."

He spoke in a joking tone: "Would I be foolish enough not to cling to a ready-made powerful ally, Your Highness, Lord of Fate?"

Li Mochen chuckled, then his expression turned serious: "Then from now on, we must prepare for war at full capacity. The Wiltonshtain Group, the Rising Sun Group, and the Light Demon Group all need to expand their forces on the largest scale. Our military factories must enter full-power production within three days and expand capacity by fifty percent over the next six months. Angie, I want the four hunter groups left by Michel to be recalled to America for regularization. We will temporarily abandon our interests in the Antoria Continent."

Angela did not refuse; she nodded gently: "That's no problem. You just need to give the orders. In his will, Michel designated you, Amo, as his heir. And all the core members of the hunter groups are willing to serve you."

Li Mochen then looked at everyone present: "I also hope that all of you will improve your strength as much as possible during this time. If conditions permit, you can try to become Law Gods, and I can provide support within my power."

These words moved many present.

"Second, we need more information about 'World Three' and the 'Delo' pantheon. First Source, I leave this to you."

"Third, make the news of 'World Three' public! Don't worry about the government's opinion. Everyone must be prepared to face this world-level disaster in one year. The safety of believers is closely tied to my power."

Even Anthony nodded slightly in agreement.

Ms. Nanette Drew also bowed slightly: "As you command, my lord!"

"Fourth, all our buildings need reinforcement, and we must reduce cash reserves as much as possible."

This time Li Mochen looked at Conshuli: "You know what to do, old man?"

"Of course!"

Conshuli glanced at him sideways: "I will prepare for the collapse or devaluation of the Golden Shield."

Li Mochen nodded, having full confidence in Conshuli's abilities.

"Finally, I hope you, Prince Ferren, can organize personnel to investigate the details of the blasphemous blood sacrifice. I grant you the authority to act as you see fit. If you deem it necessary, you may even intervene to a certain extent, or even directly prevent the upcoming blasphemous blood sacrifice."

As he spoke, a gemstone scepter flew up from beside him and landed before the 'God of Strategy,' Garcia Ferren.

That was the mythical artifact, the Sky Scepter, held by Li Mochen.

"I will have Yvette and the Death's Enemy, Thomson Beaux, assist you."

Yvette was an ancient shadow dragon, skilled in shadow and void magic, with strength rivaling a high god.

"Prevent?"

Robespierre was taken aback: "Amo, do you mean to lend a hand to the Lord of Radiance?"

Not only he, but many present also frowned. All of Li Mochen's previous decisions had aligned with everyone's intentions, so no one opposed. But regarding the Church of Light, Robespierre could not help but feel resistance.

After all, it was the most powerful force in the Bright World and their most formidable opponent.

So upon learning of the trouble facing the Lord of Radiance, Robespierre was actually somewhat gloating.

"Didn't that writer named Benjamin say something? There are no eternal friends nor eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests."

Li Mochen replied with a smile: "If the external enemy we face is too powerful, then the Church of Light shares common interests with us."

"That is a profound insight!"

Garcia Ferren also rose and bowed: "I am deeply grateful to serve a lord like you."

"I also trust that Prince Ferren's wisdom will help us make the best choices."

Li Mochen then turned serious: "There is something I must tell all of you. I have never worried about the battle and competition with the Lord of Radiance. As long as this world maintains order and remains under the constraints of the 'Treaty of Separation between Gods and Men,' I will eventually win this war of faith. What worries me more are the disasters that may follow and the outer gods beyond the 'Treaty of Separation between Gods and Men.' Those are uncontrollable and will cost me time—"

At this point, several wise men including Anthony Braden and Conshuli curled their lips, showing understanding and appreciative smiles, admiring the wisdom and boldness Li Mochen displayed.

But Li Mochen did not finish his words. Sensing something, he raised an eyebrow and looked toward the demiplane of 'Fate's Homeland.' With a serious expression, he flicked his sleeve and released the outer restrictions of the 'Fate's Homeland' magic tower.

In an instant, the figure of the Magic Goddess Diana appeared before them: "Lord Wiltonshtain and Lord Braden! The time to build the Magic Net has come. I, Diana, Goddess of Magic, request your response to the covenant we established."

"Now?" Anthony showed surprise again: "But this doesn't match the scheduled time, Lady Diana?"

"I'm sorry! It is indeed half a year earlier than planned."

Diana's face showed some apology and helplessness: "But I believe the establishment of the Magic Net is imperative."

"Then what is the specific time, Lady Diana? Is it today?"

As Li Mochen spoke, a meaningful glint flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Diana's preparations for the Magic Net were far from complete. That is, this goddess was also starting to get anxious.