Becoming a god by raising witches

Angela looked up, tears already streaming down her beautiful face. "Did you lose your father like me?"

"Yes, my father was also a madman, not much better than Dimo."

Locke said, "But look, I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"

"Locke, do you share the same beliefs as Bard Bemon?"

Angela suddenly asked.

Locke was stunned.

I never told you that my father's name was Bud Bemon.

Only two people in the Bureau of Investigation knew Locke's father's name. The first was Sieg, because Sieg learned his father's name from Mrs. Suman at the Earl's ball that they had attended together.

The second one is Rhaenys. She has the right to see everyone's files, so it's normal for her to know Locke's father's name.

In addition, he had twice reported his father to Rhaenys in exchange for a reward.

How did Angela know?

There is only one answer: the real test subject was not Angela, but Dimo.

However, Angela's observation method was quite peculiar. She assigned an identity to Dimo, brainwashed him, and made Dimo ​​her apparent guardian.

This way, everyone would think that Dimo ​​is the one who leads the Church of Knowledge, while Angela is just an experimental subject.

Thinking of this, Locke felt a chill run down his spine.

Angela concealed it so well.

"Yes, he gave me life. I share the same fanatical faith as him, so Angela, don't blame me."

As Locke spoke, he launched a long-hair attack on Angela.

Angela's body shattered into countless blue butterflies.

The butterflies gathered in another direction and merged back into Angela.

"No need to apologize, Locke, you have earned my trust."

Angela gently lifted her skirt, placed one hand on her chest, and said politely, "Angela, the Orchid Knight of the Church of Knowledge, is delighted to witness your growth, Son of God No. 9."

Within the church, the experimental subjects were respectfully referred to as the Son of God, because this was part of their plan to create a god.

Locke's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he forced a smile.

"So, Lady Angela, like Dimo, is a friend from the church."

Locke said.

“No, I am not like Dimo; he is also a son of God.”

Angela said.

Just as Locke had guessed, Dimo ​​was the real test subject.

"You personally handed Kay over to Renis?"

Locke looked at Angela with suspicion.

"Yes, he is just an appetizer. It's fine to give him to Rhaenys. The real main course is currently in the Church of Life. Let us witness his power."

Angela said calmly.

If Angela isn't the one representing "life," then it's Dimo.

The experimental subject of the Son of God, representing "life," is in the Church of Life!

What is his purpose? Is it to absorb the power of the Tree of Life?

“From the very beginning, I brought Dimo ​​into the Bureau of Investigation so that he could get closer to the Tree of Life. Now that he’s locked up in the church, he’s even closer to the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life can help the seed within him grow quickly. Let’s see who is the true heir between Odovia, the chosen one of the Life Cult, and the Son of God.”

A crazed expression appeared on Angela's face; her azure eyes were no longer pure, but filled with expectation and ambition.

Locke swallowed hard.

It turns out that the most terrifying person had been hiding right next to me all along, and I hadn't noticed it at all before.

"Excuse me, a lady shouldn't do that."

Angela instantly returned to normal, smiling as she looked at Locke.

"I invite you to witness this with me."

Locke knew that it was impossible for him to stop Dimo's mutation.

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.