I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

The city of listening.

The most central and topmost temple.

Straight and slender legs stepped on the smooth ground, the simple cloth striped dress swayed vigorously, and the tall woman walked through the corridor outside the hall.

Rows of towering stone columns stand with gorgeous roofs, and after a few steps, there is a steep cliff.

The high wind howled.

Layers of buildings are built around the holy mountain.

No matter where the believers in the city are, they can easily see the towering palace and the sacred and unusual statue of the true god.

Majestic, sacred, and embraces the world.

The tall slender woman pushed open the door facing the viewing platform and walked among the splendid decorations, while the dome was high and painted with the history of the saints.

She heard noises.

If there is or not, it is like a cloud, vast and solemn, as if the legendary kingdom of God is summoning not far away.

The tall slender woman's head drooped even lower.

Since the last time when the Pope called the God of Order descended and received divine revelation, this place has become more and more strange.

Just walking here, there is a sense of quick assimilation.

Soon, the tall slender woman came to the core hall and saw the grey-robed figure crawling in front of the statue:

"Your Majesty, someone outside the city asked to see you, he said..."

The woman hesitated for a moment, and finally said truthfully: "He said that he had come to the Heavenly Eye Secret Order and had important matters to discuss. 99

The grey robe's back figure straightened his torso a little, but didn't look back.

"The heresy who refuses to obey the gods, the lingering generation..." His voice came from all directions, as if there was only a false body in front of him.

The tall slender woman bent over: "I'll have someone clean it up."

"No!" The pope's tone could not even distinguish between male and female: "Take him to the audience hall, I will wait for him there."

Hearing this, the tall and slender woman was stunned for a moment, obviously very puzzled, but she nodded: "Yes, I will do it immediately. 99

Trad came to the main hall.

He looked around curiously. After being an opponent for so long, this was the first time a member of the Secret Order came to the temple of the City of Listening.

After walking for so long, Trad found that the biggest feature of this place is that it is resplendent and unreal.

Besides, there are not even half guards around.

The reason for the second point is very simple. The Pope is the strongest person in the entire Order Religion, even the strongest person in this world, and it is impossible for others to protect him at all.

Trad noticed that on the high seat, the Pope's face was obscured by a cloud of white mist.

"Here, tell me your purpose.

Listening to the voices coming from all directions, Trad shook his head secretly, he was not very interested in these tricks.

However, the Pope's breath is indeed shocking, so weak that it is almost nonexistent, as if he is just an ordinary person.

Throwing away his distracting thoughts, Tedlang said: "Your Majesty, now evil has encroached on our world, and the earth is in jeopardy.

"Our purpose is to protect human beings, you need believers, maybe we can cooperate temporarily."

"Cooperation?" The Pope's voice was indifferent:

"Are you saying that you are smart enough to help us fill in the loophole, but it turns out that it doesn't work?

Trad received the order to come at this time, and he was mentally prepared, so he was able to calm down and say calmly:

"That's just one of them."

After a moment of silence, the Pope said, "Continue talking."

Trad, however, looked around and said something puzzling: "Are you strong here?

The face of the Pope could not be seen clearly because his face was obscured by the mist.

But he could clearly feel that as soon as the voice fell, the pressure around him became a little stronger.

"What do you mean? 39 asked the Pope.

A faint red light appeared from the pendant on Trad's chest, causing the external pressure to be like a spring breeze, and he said as usual:

"I might have to demonstrate something that can cause damage."

The Pope's index finger tapped twice on the armrest: "Do whatever you want."

If it is not strong here, then the entire plane, I am afraid that there are not many strong places.

With this sentence, Trad no longer had any scruples, took out a bag, and took out a pocket firearm from it.

After the power was injected, it quickly grew in size and returned to its original appearance.

Anyone who has a little knowledge of firearms (ccdf) here can recognize that this is a classic AK47 that is solid and durable.

"It's a weapon called a 'gun,'" Trad said, loaded the magazine, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger against a post.

"Tattoo..."

Fire burst out, shrapnel sputtered.

For extraordinary people, this power is simply not eye-catching, but the Pope is the Pope after all, and it is obvious at a glance.

Apart from restoring the items to their original state, the people of this secret cult have never used half of their magic power from beginning to end.

In other words, even ordinary people can control such weapons.

This made his heart sink.

And Trad's demonstration was not over yet. Next, he took out the machine gun and cannon in turn, and opened fire one by one.

The roar and flames continued in the hall.

By the end, he even pulled out a light tank and showed the marching and firing step by step.

Trad explained: "Your Majesty, as you can see, these are not extraordinary objects, just ordinary steel implements."

“With the right tools and knowledge, mortals can also mass-produce them, driven by the power of all things themselves.35

The Pope said indifferently: "When are you esoteric monks free to study these toys? Pure material damage, do you think it can stop the transcendent?

Trad wasn't angry either, and bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, what you've seen is just a rudimentary version."

"If a low-end extraordinary metal is added to the explosive, the flying fragments can completely cause fatal damage to low-level monsters."

"And...the cost is very low.

Trad's cold face showed a rare smile:

"If you have a large number of such equipment, then the advantages of countless evil minions outside the defense line will be lost."

"The situation may become completely different. 35

The Pope was silent for a moment, then said: "You stay in the city, I will give you the answer tomorrow.

Trad bowed again, ready to leave, and also reminded:

"If you are willing to cooperate, we will provide the knowledge of making these steel appliances without reservation."

"After all, for us, this is not a precious treasure, protecting human beings... is our constant purpose.

Watching him go away, the Pope was speechless for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In the end, he got up from the Holy Seat, returned to the core hall, and prostrated himself in front of the solemn statue of God.

After seeing the gods and being given divine power, the pope, who was not considered a devout at first, has now become a faithful believer.

After praying, the result was the same as usual.

He was not surprised by this, since the last time the gods descended, the great gods have not appeared again.

This is normal. After all, God is God, not a prayer receiver. To be favored once is a blessing.

But just as the Pope was about to leave, an indescribably grand phantom suddenly filled his entire mind.

"Slay the evil... promise...they..."