Becoming a god by raising witches

It seems that from the beginning, the Knowledge Cult's goal was not to attack the Alchemy Church, but to use the explosion of the Alchemy Church to attract everyone's attention, so that Dimer could absorb the power of the Tree of Life in the Church of Life and usurp the authority of the Goddess of Life, or rather, the Goddess's chosen one.

If Dimer were to truly become the God of Life, then all followers of the Life Cult would worship him.

The Church of Life will become a vassal of the Church of Knowledge, and the fruits of war will be stolen by the Church of Knowledge.

This is Katerina's real crisis.

If Dimer fails, the Church of Knowledge will not hesitate to abandon him, and may even give him to themselves as nourishment to cultivate their own Son of God, Number 9.

Although Locke wanted to say that he didn't want to witness it, he had to maintain a facade of peace because he had already made a deal with the Church of Knowledge.

"Okay, Angela."

A pair of huge blue butterfly wings appeared behind Angela. She grabbed Locke's hand and flew into the sky.

The two quickly flew to the top of the Cathedral of Life in San Figueires.

There are 34 churches of life in Kosork, but only three of them have the Tree of Life.

However, the other two churches are transplanted branches of the Tree of Life, and they are still young, far younger than this towering tree.

The giant tree has become one with the Basilica of San Figueires, its towering canopy symbolizing not only authority but also life.

As Angela watched the enormous Tree of Life wither before her eyes at a visible rate, a smile appeared on her lips.

The church clergy panicked.

Not knowing the reason, they thought it was divine punishment from the goddess, and they all knelt down.

The believers were even more confused and knelt down to pray along with the priest and nuns.

Angela landed with Locke, and they successfully entered the church as investigators.

"what happened?"

"It must be the goddess's punishment. Who has angered the goddess?"

"Not a goddess, but a heretic. Everyone must use healing magic to save the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life absolutely cannot have any problems."

Cardinal Nob Stout of the Cathedral of Life frowned and summoned all the Church's eccentrics to begin healing the Tree of Life in an attempt to restore its vitality.

The strange powers of the oddballs in the Cult of Life originate from the Goddess of Life, or rather, the favored ones of the Goddess of Life. Without exception, they all possess healing abilities.

The believers were driven outside the church to pray, and more than 50 high-level Oddity, 100 mid-level Oddity, and 300 low-level Oddity tried together to save the Tree of Life.

The withered vitality of the Tree of Life is showing signs of revival.

But it lasted less than half an hour before it began to wither again.

Angela and Locke then went down to the dungeon led by Sister Sinai.

"I also need to help out, please do as you wish."

The church has absolute trust in the Bureau of Investigation because it is part of their organization.

After Sister Sinai left, Angela smiled meaningfully and extended her hand. "Please, Locke, follow the guidance of knowledge and wisdom, and witness Dimo's growth together."

Locke entered the dungeon where Dimer was imprisoned.

Dimo's body had undergone a mutation, with flesh and skin intertwined, making his once handsome features unrecognizable, closer to a monster that was impossible to look at. Countless vines grew from this flesh, some penetrating deep into the ground, others reaching into the sky, suspending his body in mid-air, completely merging with one of the prison walls. The whole scene was chilling; its mere existence was a desecration.

These vines had already broken through the other cells, piercing the bodies of other imprisoned heretics from the bottom up, turning them into nourishment.

These heretics made no sound, and wore eerie, satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Is this what you call growth?"

Locke's eyes were filled with inexplicable anger.

Angela, however, still had a smile on her face.

"How beautiful! This is the fusion of life, the symphony of life, and the transformation of life. Only knowledge and wisdom can create such a miracle. The only flaw is that it is not perfect. Son of God No. 9, you don't need to worry. You should be more perfect than him."

“Angela, you look like a madwoman right now.”

That's because you haven't seen his power yet.

Angela approached Dimo ​​and said gently, "Dimo, I am Angela. Open your eyes."

Dimo, now completely transformed into a monster, opened his eyes and stared at Angela with the same crazed look.

“Angela, you’ve arrived. I’m sorry, but for the sake of the Holy Church, I must see how you’ve grown.”

“It’s alright, Dimo, we are all devout believers, and we are all willing to die for our faith.”

Angela said earnestly.

"Angela, I love you like a father loves his daughter. I love you deeply and hope you will always remember that."

The vines on Dimo's back instantly pierced through the cell door, rushed to Angela's side, and pierced through Angela's body.

"So let's be together forever. I've known all along that I was your test subject, Angela, but I still can't suppress my love for you."

"Dimo, you have truly surprised me. I accept your passionate feelings, so let you become my strength."

Angela's body rushed straight towards Dimo, who had turned into a monster, and transformed into countless blue butterflies.

The butterfly enveloped the monster, and the two were devouring and merging with each other.

Locke felt a chill run down his spine; he had never felt so nauseous before. His stomach churned, and he witnessed what true madness was.

In the end, Angela and Dimo ​​merged completely.

Angela's head grew from the belly of the giant monster tree, Dimo.

Angela looked at Locke. "Hi, Locke, are you used to how I look now?"

"I'm not used to it, you make me want to vomit."

Locke was outspoken.

"I'm sorry, this is certainly not ladylike, but it possesses absolute power. I've already realized that I can completely drain the Tree of Life. Do you know what that means?"

Angela asked.

"It means you're about to be discovered."

Locke said.

"No, it means that Dimo ​​and I will become the new God of Life."

A mocking expression appeared on Angela's face.

"This means that the Goddess of Life had already perished in the war of the gods, but the Cult of Life has been deceiving its followers all along."

"Blasphemy! Utter blasphemy! You monster, you're delusional!"

Cardinal Nob Stott had appeared in the dungeon at some point, and he led a group of strange beings into the cells.

Sieg was among them, and he anxiously called out to Locke.

"Back off quickly, Locke! We are no match for this monster. Let the bishops handle this."

Locke nodded, tentatively took a few steps back, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Cardinal Nob Stott did not stop him.

It seems the bishops didn't hear his and Angela's complete conversation, and his identity secret is temporarily safe.

The high-ranking members of the Life Cult began to target the monster formed by the fusion of Angela and Dimo.

On Dimo's back, the vines seemed to come alive, attacking the group with lightning speed. Many cultists were pierced through and instantly lost their ability to resist, becoming nourishment for the monster.

Dimo opened his mouth and slowly spoke.

“People who believe in life, I am the one you should truly follow. You should not rebel against me or disrespect me.”

The voice seemed to possess a magical power, causing all the believers who truly believed in the Goddess of Life to experience hallucinations.

Even Sieg's body moved forward uncontrollably, wanting to get closer to the strange tree.

Locke promptly woke up Sieg, "Let's go, this isn't a place for rookies like us. Let's go get reinforcements."

Sieg snapped out of his daze, noticed the strange behavior of those around him, and without hesitation followed Locke out of the dungeon.

The emerald green vines continued to follow them, as if they didn't want to let any living being still breathing go.

"What the hell is this thing? Is it a mutated Tree of Life?"

Sieg asked.

"I don't know either, but be careful not to get entangled in these vines. I just saw many people being absorbed by them."

Locke said.

Those who were trapped in the hallucination had been entangled by vines and turned into new paint. Their bodies were visibly withering, but their faces wore satisfied smiles, as if they had started a new life.

Sieg arrived on the ground in a disheveled state and rushed towards the real Tree of Life.

"Wait, we're going the wrong way."

"Shouldn't we go to the elders for help?"

Sieg asked.

“The cardinals are all down below. They will find a way to plead with the higher-ups in the church themselves. We need to go outside and call for reinforcements, such as Queen Katerina and Director Renes.”

Locke said.

Sieg suspected Locke was trying to escape, which suited his own thinking perfectly.