Chapter 2525 Boundless Divine Kingdom
Indra already harbored considerable resentment towards the three-headed tribe.
This balancing act nearly caused him to have an accident on the moon.
Therefore, today, Indra, who has gained even greater power, went directly to Vishnu to demand an explanation.
However, despite being a prophet, he spoke in a very mystical manner, feigning profundity as he said:
“Dispersion is the branches, not the trunk.”
Indra looked into the darkness beyond.
“I am listening to Garuda’s footsteps, and I am watching where he is going.”
“But Bharata is not the shadow of any one person; he is a river. What a river needs is its riverbed. As long as the riverbed doesn’t collapse, the water will find its own direction.”
He opened his palm, his fingertips gleaming with a faint silver light, like dust brought down from the moonlight: "As for mutual trust, I place myself above the contract. If I breach it, the shadow Samael left me will devour me first. Mythical methods may not be elegant, but they are honest."
The wind by the Milky Sea became weaker.
The three-headed clan remained silent for a moment, their three heads fixed on the power in Emperor Shitian's palm.
That familiar aura is already etched into their genes.
The aura of the Druk gods!
The aura of the seven most powerful druid kings, who have become eternal immortals!
How could they not be wary of Samael, who came from the moon?
After a long silence, Vishnu finally spoke: “I have sensed your sincerity and your willingness to cooperate with you in this chaotic world. But do not forget the path you came from. Without the three-headed race, there would be no Bharata.”
Indra clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
He succeeded in this gamble.
"Naturally, our tribe has always maintained absolute respect for the Three-Headed Tribe! Our tribe's beliefs will always be used by the Three-Headed Tribe."
After he finished speaking, he took a step back.
The green light of the Milky Sea slowly receded, the giant serpent said no more, and its enormous figure gradually disappeared into the sea until only the shallow ripples of the surface remained.
Indra turned and walked back to the corridor paved with tree roots, his steps slow.
He knew that this meeting, though devoid of drums and showers of flowers, was more solid than any ritual music.
He also knew that the ground was in such a state of chaos that the boundaries were blurred, but the riverbed of Bharata would be subdued first.
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After the calamity, the winds of Beihai were like the sharpest knife, cutting across the earth and treating all living beings as fish and meat.
On the night Asgard fell into oblivion, the midnight sun was torn apart, and the inhabitants of Northern Europe were swallowed up by a cold wave.
Odin and Loki died in battle on the moon, which directly led to the loss of dominance and the power to protect the land by the Norse alliance army, Asgard.
Although Hela, the Goddess of Death, has returned, her power index of only 20,000 points makes her completely useless when facing the invasion of alien races.
Therefore, when foreign tribes appeared in the Nordic region, the land was completely overrun in less than ten hours!
Strangers of people spread across the fjords on the ice sheet, towns were torn apart between fire and frost, and caravans of refugees crossed half the continent, finally seeing the walls and domes of Baitigang in the southern sunshine.
That was the last hope for the entire Nordic continent.
Desperate refugees, whether theists or atheists, began to place their hopes on religion and deities.
The city of Baitigang is small, with high but thin walls, and the stone surface of St. Peter's Square gleams pale in the blood and ash.
Yet crowds still gathered, more than 300,000 faces crowding the outskirts of Baitigang, their numb eyes holding only a sliver of hope.
May God bless you!
Someone shouted hoarsely, and countless others echoed in response.
May God bless you!
"Merciful Lord, save us!"
"We have lost all hope. The gates of evil have been opened, and demons are attacking humanity. We beg you to save our devout believers!"
Wails and prayers filled the air, while some remained numb with despair at the loss of their homes.
Some people were holding children, some were dragging elderly people's wheelchairs, and some were holding a body wrapped in a military blanket.
The prayers rose in waves, one after another, like a tide pushing towards the temple.
They didn't know if this tiny Baitigang could offer them hope.
But for now, we can only try anything as a last resort.
In front of them stood many clergymen in white robes, as well as Knights Templar in combat uniforms.
These people looked at the swarming refugees with a hint of pity in their eyes, but no one made a move.
Whether or not to accept these refugees requires His Holiness the Pope's approval.
The shouts and prayers grew louder and louder, and the tiny Baitigan seemed to be shattered by the sound.
Amidst this wave of sound, the figure of the new pope slowly emerged from the towering white doors of St. John's Cathedral.
Extreme light shone out from the church doors, as if it were not a person who came out, but a god!
George Wiggins wore a white robe, the gold thread on the hem appearing warm and dignified in the sunlight.
He walked out, and the whole world became bright; the dark clouds in the sky seemed to dissipate.
The first thing all the refugees saw when they looked up was that ball of light, and they felt a sense of holiness and enlightenment.
"That's... God! God has come to save us!"
The shouts came in waves, instantly spreading throughout the entire area of Baitigang.
Sixteen-year-old George Wiggins stood at the church entrance.
He didn't raise his hand to signal for quiet; he simply stood at the edge of the balcony. The wind brushed past his sleeves, and white doves circled among the columns.
"Lost lambs!"
He suddenly let out a sigh.
The next instant, the halo around the holy statue on the dome suddenly grew longer, as if an invisible hand was folding the light back.
The ground trembled very slightly, the edges of the square slid outwards, and the street corridors outside the walls were like pages being turned over one by one.
"Boundless Divine Kingdom".
His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to land on everyone's eardrums.
In the next instant, centered on Wiggins, the entire space of Baitigang, a "country" covering less than one square kilometer, suddenly distorted!
A second, unseen structure rapidly extends from the air, with colonnades behind colonnades, creating courtyards within courtyards.
The square, which was originally only big enough to hold 10,000 people kneeling in worship, instantly stretched into an invisible, distant, and long space!
Wiggins, who was just a few hundred meters away from them, was suddenly pulled to the ends of the earth, but the divine radiance remained blazing!
The walls are no longer just stone and mortar, but rather like superimposed spatial planes, spreading outwards in concentric circles, with the streets stretching beyond sight.
The child's sobs turned into gasps of amazement. The old man pointed tremblingly at the magnified Baitigan surrounding him: "It's... bigger."
"This is a miracle of the Lord!"
Some people prostrated themselves on the ground and wept, while others pressed the cross to their hearts and whispered words of gratitude over and over again.
