Chapter 529: Stealing the Church?

Chapter 529: Stealing the Church?

"Should we steal it?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"No."

"Let's do it. It's dangerous, but that's what makes life exciting, isn't it?"

On the wasteland outside Backlund, six Amons gathered to vote, resulting in a 4-2 decision.

"The Yellow Church, a newly built one. Isn't it perfect for us?"

"We could save a lot of trouble by stealing it for our new church."

"We need to plan carefully. It would be embarrassing if we failed."

"Ha! When have we ever come back empty-handed?"

Amon silently observed the discussion among his avatars. He had already solved the mystery of the Forsaken Land of the Gods.

The Pallez hiding in the Giant King's Court was just a decoy to distract him, not the real one. Amon had his suspicions about Pallez's true location and planned to search for him after the new year.

As a crimson moon rose in the sky and the clock struck 9 PM, only an hour remained before the Yellow Priest Order's founding ceremony.

Amon began to act, sending his avatars to carry out the night's mission to avoid drawing attention. Once they secured the Yellow Church, he would immediately transport it away from Backlund.

The plan was simple, even crude, but that was his style. He couldn't be bothered to consider every variable like that paranoid one.

In the West District, near Green Park Street, the Yellow Church stood quietly on a patch of grass, with a smooth road leading from its entrance to the street.

That night, under the starry sky, carriages arrived from various directions, stopping at the church's entrance. Yellow Priest Order members, at least Sequence 4 demigods, were already there to welcome guests.

Leonard followed Archbishop Anthony out of their carriage and into the church's central hall. Glancing around, he was startled by the other attendees.

He recognized representatives from other orthodox churches, mostly archbishops like Anthony. Even the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of Knowledge and Wisdom, whose dioceses weren't in Backlund, had sent archbishops.

The Church of the Earth Mother was represented by Bishop Utravsky of the Harvest Church, a Blessed.

Besides the six orthodox churches, members of other secret organizations were present.

Some of them made Leonard's heart race:

- Serafina, the Immortal Witch from the Witch Cult

- A councilor from the Life School

- A saint from the Aurora Order

Even the Rose School, a universally despised secret organization, had sent a saint.

There were also several people Leonard couldn't identify:

- An elderly man in a gray-white robe wearing a rabbit mask

- A thin old man with a white beard in a lemon-yellow robe

- A young man whose eyes seemed to contain multiple dimensions

- A burly man next to the young man, enthusiastically eating a half-meter-long grilled fish

Leonard noticed that the archbishops and other secret organization members seemed to keep their distance from these two, as if wary of something.

"I told you this wasn't a banquet. You should have eaten your fill on the island," the young man said.

"No worries, there's plenty of good food here," the burly man replied, patting his belly and eyeing everyone present with a greedy look that sent chills down their spines.

Leonard instinctively moved away from the pair.

More people arrived, all clearly powerful Beyonders.

Klein, who had sent a marionette in his place, was also among the crowd. As he discreetly surveyed the scene, he shared Leonard's thoughts.

With so many secret organization members gathered here, things were bound to get chaotic. Even if they didn't fight inside the church, the orthodox church archbishops wouldn't let the Witch Cult, Aurora Order, and Rose School members leave easily once outside.

"What a lively gathering. Something big is bound to happen tonight," Mr. Azik remarked beside Klein.

In the mystical world, even encountering a Sequence 4 demigod was rare. Yet tonight, there were not only several demigods but also angels and beings of unfathomable power.

Such a formidable assembly was sure to attract the attention of multiple deities.

If the Yellow King, worshipped by the Yellow Priest Order, couldn't maintain control, a divine war might break out tonight.

A divine war in Backlund would inevitably harm countless innocent civilians, no matter how careful they were.

As the clock approached 10 PM, the start time for the founding ceremony, the entire Yellow Church suddenly shook, as if someone was trying to forcibly move it.

A golden box shaped like a coffin, resting on the right shoulder of the Yellow King statue in the central hall, seemed to tremble slightly. With that, the church stabilized, no longer able to be moved.

"Interesting object," the high-dimensional observer said, carefully examining the golden box and seeming to confirm something.

"I didn't expect the first to appear tonight would be a thief."

"His scent is quite appealing. Want a taste?"

"I am feeling a bit hungry."

"We do need a suitable gift."

"I can't wait to try it."

The Original Hunger chuckled and left the church interior with the high-dimensional observer.

"How bold, attempting to steal a church at a time like this," the thin old man in the lemon-yellow robe said with a mocking smile.

The elderly man in the rabbit mask added, "He's always been reckless, doing whatever he pleases."

"The King of Angels may be powerful, but he's not truly a god yet. Being overconfident will lead to his downfall someday."

The crowd was secretly shocked to hear the thin old man speak so candidly. An Angel King had just attempted to steal the Yellow Church from afar and failed. The young man and the burly man seemed intent on hunting him down, while this old man showed no fear of the Angel King and even dared to criticize him openly.

Klein and Leonard had the same thought: it must be Amon! Only Amon, the Angel King of the Thief pathway, would attempt to steal a church at such a time.

Their second thought was: May the Yellow King give Amon a good thrashing, preferably beating him half to death.

"Young man, do you have time to chat after the ceremony?" the thin old man approached Klein's marionette, his seemingly cloudy eyes easily seeing through to the real Klein controlling it from afar.

"I'm afraid I don't know how to address you," Klein replied cautiously.

"Wentitan. You might find that name unfamiliar. You can also call me Di Forsman the Astrologer, which might be more recognizable."

Di Forsman the Astrologer? That name is just as unfamiliar, Klein thought to himself. However, the name Wentitan did sound familiar, though he couldn't place it.

"So you're a member of the Brotherhood of the Pure Light," Mr. Azik said, seeming to remember something.

"And I know you, former child of the Death God, Death Consul of the Balam Empire," Wentitan casually revealed Azik's identity.

"Pleased to meet you," Azik nodded with a smile, then said to Klein, "A conversation with him won't do you any harm."

Hearing Mr. Azik's reassurance, Klein agreed to the invitation. After all, it was just a marionette; if anything went wrong, he wouldn't be in real danger.

After a brief chat, Wentitan left with the elderly man in the rabbit mask, apparently on good terms.

"Wentitan, also known as the Yellow Light, represents the symbol of astrology," Azik explained.

"What? It's him?" Klein suddenly understood. The Brotherhood of the Pure Light referred to the seven pure lights in the spirit world.

No wonder he approached me, Klein thought. He must have seen something in me.

Klein had long suspected that the Gray Fog existed at the highest point of the spirit world, above the seven pure lights. Wentitan's attitude now confirmed his suspicions.

As the clock struck 10, all the candles in the Yellow Church were lit. The blue light from the candles bathed the church in the colors of the starry sky.

The domed glass ceiling, designed to capture starlight, allowed it to pour into the church, creating a dreamlike, surreal atmosphere.