Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 425 - 427 Shackles of Faith The Time of Divine

Chapter 425: Chapter 427: Shackles of Faith, The Time of Divine Descent

Chapter 425: Chapter 427: Shackles of Faith, The Time of Divine Descent

“Porter, I’ve been thinking, does the great Emperor Black Abyss truly exist…”

Sam’s expression was very calm; by now, he had become the Great Shepherd Leader, the leader of all blasphemous priests. His twisted wisdom made him unfathomable by common sense, and he had long since transformed from an ignorant and foolish peasant into a cultist possessed by insane knowledge.

Upon hearing Sam’s words, Porter’s expression changed instantly. Despite everyone’s madness, they all knew from whom all of their power originated.

“Are you questioning our Lord?” The Holy Light surged on Porter’s body, and his expression demanded an answer from Sam; otherwise, even as the Great Shepherd Leader, he would not escape.

This Holy Light was naturally plundered from the Holy Light God; they had pillaged not only the Divine Arts and Divine Power of the Holy Light God but also of the God of Fertility, the God of Wealth, and other deities.

Since they were all masquerading as priests and believers of the Holy Light God, using the Holy Light seemed more reasonable.

“He has never responded to us, just cold texts and exchange items, updated from time to time, like the previous Divine Power weapons. So, is the great Emperor Black Abyss really nothing more than an existence akin to a tool from the very beginning?” Sam continued, completely ignoring Porter’s anger.

“By the will of the Abyss, you are too insane. I think your reason has been eroded by the gods. Next, I will announce the removal of your duty until you either restore your faith in Emperor Black Abyss or die here.” Porter spoke coldly; his faith was of a fanatical level.

“No, you can’t, because I am the leader of the blasphemous priests, not you.” Sam shook his head.

“You ceased to be the moment you disrespected Emperor Black Abyss.” After saying this, Porter turned and left.

But he hadn’t gone two steps when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as a thick vine had pierced through his torso without notice.

“I have awakened from madness, crushed the distortion completely. This world does not need gods, my friend.” Sam crushed Porter’s heart.

But Porter did not die; instead, he looked at Sam in disbelief: “You actually dared to betray Emperor Black Abyss!!!”

“Betrayal? Yes, I have betrayed His Majesty, but this is for all of us, all the brethren ruled by the gods.”

“The responsibility within my bloodline has made me realize one thing—that the divine beings are nothing but a bunch of parasites.”

As Sam spoke, his forehead continuously writhed, and with a crisp sound of breaking bone that followed Porter’s fall, a bloody eyeball burrowed out.

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“Compared to my madness and distortion, this world is what’s truly twisted and insane.” Sam said softly, looking out the window.

“Faith is merely a tool.”

The bloody eyeball kept rolling around, and in his mind, a great deal of knowledge from deep within his bloodline began to awaken, causing his brain to experience severe, nightmare-like pain.

But Sam seemed oblivious to this, calmly touching a Divine Power weapon: “Survival and propagation is eternal!”

…

Within the Holy Light Kingdom, the Giant God seated upon the throne was clad in lavish garments, surrounded by an abundance of radiance that obscured the face.

“Someone has broken free from the shackles of faith…”

“And even managed to revive an ancient bloodline.”

The Giant God murmured in a voice so low that not even the attendants around could hear it.

“Stolen the Divine Power granted by the Holy Light God to the believers? Quite an impressive technique, and even attempts to track it down are futile. Is this a special technique left from ancient times?”

“But weren’t all the research laboratories and bases destroyed during the Cradle Project years ago? How could there be any remnants? Could there be something that was overlooked?”

As the Giant God’s whispers continued, numerous rays of Holy Light trembled. All the Divine Guards and Divine Servants looked on in some panic, not understanding why the Holy Light God, who sat upon the throne overseeing all life, would suddenly undergo such a change.

“Purge the heretics.”

These four words exploded instantly in the minds of all life forms within the Divine Country.

What followed was a fervor that bordered on madness; all the Divine Guards and Divine Servants had been preparing for countless years just for this moment.

They were to undergo Divine Descent to enter the Main Material Plane and take over the bodies of the priests who worshipped them, launching an effective strike against the heretical.

However, things soon became awkward.

Divine Descent required a certain level of faith, and most had chosen mid-to-high-ranking priests from the Holy Light Church.

The result? Out of ten thousand priests, only one met the standard.

This panicked them, as these were the pillars of the Holy Light Church. The extremely low number of fanatics, some of whom were merely nominal believers yet held high positions, was simply inconceivable.

The Shadow Giant God lurking beneath the brilliance was also surprised by this, but the feeling was short-lived as it was all part of the plan.

“The original system has backfired, but it’s still within the expected plan.” The Giant God knew that true devotion didn’t come from Nobles. Their devotion to deities like him was far less than their reverence.

To find the truly devout, one couldn’t look among Nobles or Priests. They were merely the shepherds and guardians for the Divine, not believers themselves.

The truly devout were the poorest peasants and serfs.

However, the expressions of the congregated Divine Guards and Divine Servants were sour; they naturally looked down on the poor peasants and serfs. Even if they had been of that status before Death, that was in the past. Now, they were the noble servants of the Holy Light God.

Thus, undergoing Divine Descent into the bodies of peasants and serfs was, to them, a grave insult.

The Giant God noticed this and began to make incessant adjustments to the souls of these believers.

‘As expected, feedback from the Divine Position has come in. Even though I’ve ensured my own mind isn’t warped by the directed faith reception of the Divine Position with past mind protection technologies, it’s a different case for these believers’ souls.’

‘But I’ll have to make do for now, as this wasn’t supposed to be handled through Divine Descent.’

‘I didn’t anticipate internal strife to erupt first. According to the calculations of the high-dimensional Divine Country computers, the stagnant mode wasn’t expected to lead to a population surge and eventual revolution for about a million years. It seems this generation has spawned an extraordinary existence.’

‘But the time isn’t right yet, it’s too early, so early that I’m not even prepared.’

From the beginning, the Holy Light God’s creations such as the Divine Guards, Divine Servants, and Divine Guards were not designed to handle internal problems, therefore, they normally wouldn’t deal with Divine Descent.

But things were different now, and they had no choice but to resort to what might be a vain cure.

As for letting the Holy Light Church handle it? That was outright unfeasible; their faith was definitely inadequate. Yet, when it came to the collection of faith, they greatly pleased the Holy Light God.

There was no need to worry about a shortage of faith to develop the entire Divine Country, which is why the Holy Light God had allowed the internal faith issues of the Church to fester.

In his eyes, how much faith could one Church produce? The true powerhouses of faith were the countless ordinary people, numbering in the hundreds of billions, among whom fanatics were not uncommon. The Church’s Transcendents didn’t provide him with more faith; it was enough that they managed the ordinary people who produced the faith.

They were like factory foremen: their efficiency at screwing in bolts might not be faster than that of the workers, but they could ensure that the workers did it more effectively.

And as for the thoughts of these foremen, they mattered little to the boss. As long as they worked diligently, who cared if they went clubbing or out for skewers after work? And if they occasionally made a bit of gray income by selling off unwanted scraps from the factory, the boss naturally turned a blind eye.

The operation of the entire Church was meant to collect faith for the deities and to gather a workforce, not for so-called redemption.

Had it been as described in the sacred texts of various deities, the world would not be in the stagnant state it was now.

“Divine Descent! Eradicate the heretics!” The Giant God commanded once more.

In the end, based on their faith in the Divine, each Divine Guard and Divine Servant began the process of Divine Descent, having no choice but to select those truly loyal believers among the destitute peasants and serfs.

Compared to the Transcendent priests, these poor peasants and serfs were a much better fit due to their staunch faith, but their power required restoration, which would take some time.

‘I need to investigate the mental reactions of other divine beings. I hope that after all these years, their mental protection systems haven’t failed. If they’ve been assimilated by the Divine Position, that would be truly disastrous.’