I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 166 Searching for the Holy War Envoy

Inside a high-level strategic meeting room in a certain country.

The heavy mahogany table was filled with people, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and a sense of oppression.

On the table, two top-secret documents lay silently, as if weighing an immense weight.

One cover features an ancient Greek temple design representing the Olympian gods; the other bears a simple yet powerful emblem, a symbol of the sacred realm.

"Everyone, let's hear your opinions."

"How should we choose?"

The leader, seated at the head of the table, broke the silence with a hoarse voice.

A middle-aged man in a crisp military uniform, his shoulder insignia adorned with stars, slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. He was a military general known for his fiery temper and unwavering stance.

"Is there even a need to think about it?"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying an unquestionable tone.

"You mean you're prepared to abandon the relatively fair and advantageous order of the Sanctuary and become slaves to the gods?"

He chuckled and picked up the document about the Greek pantheon.

"In mythology, what are humans? Sacrificial offerings, playthings, ants ready to be sacrificed at any moment!"

"Even Athena, the goddess of wisdom, has pledged allegiance to the Sanctuary. What does that signify?"

He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as a knife: "This proves that the Pope of the Holy Land possesses power that even the gods must submit to!"

"Based on current intelligence analysis, the Pope is very likely already a god no weaker than Zeus! More importantly, the Sanctuary is a power that grew up on our own soil!"

"Do we choose to stand with our fellow countrymen who might give us dignity, or do we eagerly become dogs to those foreign gods who treat us like dirt?"

His words echoed in the conference room; some people lowered their heads, while others showed their agreement.

"If you choose the latter."

"That's not only foolish, it's a betrayal of humanity!"

The general spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice icy cold.

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone else to react. He pushed his chair back and strode out of the conference room. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, making everyone's heart skip a beat.

Similar debates and wavering are currently playing out in many countries around the world.

Olympus is a magnificent and ancient site.

The rise of the Holy Land is unstoppable, demonstrating an order that is more in line with the values ​​of modern civilization.

This is a difficult gamble concerning the survival of our race and the future of our civilization.

Of course, there are also those who have already made up their minds, or rather, have no other choice.

In the underground laboratory of the beautiful country —

"Still unable to create a body capable of housing my brain?"

A synthesized voice, clearly impatient, blared through the laboratory's sound system.

"Lord Berserker, your demands are far too high."

"A purely biological body, yet perfectly capable of containing your vast consciousness, which is infused with a biological intelligent brain —"

"We have tried all known biotechnologies and genetic engineering, but the prototype we have created so far can only support the basic operation of your consciousness. Once you start to think or use your abilities at full capacity, your brain will be overloaded instantly, and your body will collapse."

"From a biophysical perspective, the only thing that could perfectly contain your consciousness is perhaps the body of a legendary deity."

"The material foundation of mortals has its limits."

John Noble was somewhat helpless.

"Lord Berserker, would you like to consider our suggestion?"

For example: God-slaying!

Bolivar Trask also offered his own appropriate advice.

"Oh?"

Kuang Gong fell into deep thought. He was considering the success rate of their god-killing mission.

"No, the biological Nimrod Sentinels alone are completely incapable of targeting the gods."

"You have never faced such an existence directly."

"I don't understand just how terrifying they are."

"That's a terrifying existence that can even turn planets into marbles."

After the biological AI worked frantically for a while, the result of its relentless attack was that it was no use.

The success rate of god-killing is less than five percent. It's practically suicide.

"Damn it!"

"Is there really no other way?"

Kuang Gong was somewhat unwilling to give up.

Is it really only possible to create a body that is half mechanical and half biological? He also longs to have a purely human body.

"Of course there are other options."

A voice filled with divine majesty suddenly rang out in the laboratory, echoing directly in the minds of the three people.

The shadows surged and coalesced into a tall figure.

He was dressed in a classic black robe, his face was dignified, his eyes held an indifferent gaze that looked down upon all living beings, and he exuded a strong aura of death and the underworld.

"Who?!"

John Exalted stepped back in horror, while Bolivar Trask immediately pressed the alarm button, only to find that all the equipment malfunctioned instantly.

"Hades, the King of the Underworld."

The dark figure casually gave his name, his gaze then turning with interest to the brain inside the life support pod.

"I sensed a powerful spiritual fluctuation here and thought I could find an outstanding candidate for divine envoy. I never expected—it would be someone like this."

"The wisdom and persistence of humankind today surprise me somewhat."

His tone was ambiguous, neither praising nor sarcastic.

The frenzied attacker quickly calmed down, his bio-intelligence rapidly analyzing the uninvited guest before him: "Hades—can you help me?"

"I can give you a completely new, powerful, purely biological body."

"It is even a perfect creation that is close to that of a god."

"In exchange, you will fight in my name in the upcoming holy war."

Hades smiled slightly.

Risk and opportunity collided fiercely in the mindset of relentless attack.

The biggest problem is trust. Could Hades tamper with the body?

How can I trust you?

"If you're planting a backdoor for control inside my body, aren't I just walking into the lion's den?"

The attack was relentless and targeted the core issues.

"Caution is a virtue."

Hades didn't take it seriously, raising his hand to draw a scroll of dark light in the air, with mysterious runes flowing on it.

"This is the covenant of the gods, witnessed by the rules of the world."

"Once this is signed, even if I violate the terms, I will pay a heavy price. The contract can stipulate that the body I provide must be completely clean and entirely under your control."

The scroll exudes an ancient and solemn aura, making one unconsciously believe in its binding power.

The frenzied attack fell silent, its biological AI operating at full speed, simulating all sorts of possibilities.

Joining Hades would mean standing completely against the Sanctuary, a risky endeavor.

But if he doesn't submit—will the Holy Land let him go?

Moreover, without a suitable body, he will always be an incomplete being.

"I need time to study this contract."

The final words of the frenzied attack.

"Can."

"But you only have one month. Even for me, it will take time to create a body that can carry your special consciousness."

"You also need time to adjust."

"I'll be waiting for your answer in a month."

Hades' figure began to fade.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hades vanished, and the oppressive atmosphere in the laboratory dissipated, leaving behind only the two still shaken individuals and a brain frantically calculating.

"Mr. Mad Attack, cooperating with the gods is too dangerous. Please think twice!"

Bolivar Trask urgently tried to dissuade him.

To him, getting involved in holy war was tantamount to suicide.

The frenzied voice rang out coldly: "Think twice? Do we have any other choice? You don't really think that Pope of the Holy Land doesn't know I'm here, do you?"

"If it weren't for the resurrection of the gods drawing their attention, the United States would have been gone long ago!"

His voice echoed in the lab, carrying a do-or-die determination: "Analyze that contract carefully! If there are no problems—we're taking the gamble!"

Meanwhile, in a remote fjord in Norway, Northern Europe.

A small wooden cabin stands alone between snow-capped mountains and forests, facing the azure sea.

The air was crisp and cool, with only the sound of waves and seabirds calling.

A thin young man was struggling to chop firewood in front of the house.

His movements were clumsy, sweat beaded on his forehead, but a satisfied look crossed his face.

"It seems you're doing well here."

A gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

Daqun froze, turning around in astonishment.

Upon seeing who it was, his face was filled with surprise.

"Your Holiness the Pope?"

Ye Feng stood behind him, dressed casually, blending seamlessly into the surrounding environment.

"Has your personality stabilized recently? I've heard very little from you since the battle at Xavier Manor."

Daqun put down his axe and wiped his hands sheepishly: "It's...it's alright."

"After that battle, the tenants in my mind finally came to some realizations."

"We are not omnipotent. There are people like Jean Grey in the world, and people like you."

He pointed to his head, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Although we still switch people occasionally, most of the personalities that have emerged recently are more well-behaved. The switching frequency is also much lower than before."

The thousands of personalities within him and the chaotic superpowers that came with them were his constant nightmare.

It is a great fortune for him to be able to live a peaceful life in a remote place like this.

"Shall we chat?"

Ye Feng looked at him.

David paused for a moment, then understood Ye Feng's purpose.

He already knew about yesterday's earth-shattering confrontation between the gods.

A holy war is imminent, and the Holy Land needs power.

"Come inside and sit down, it's cold outside."

David stepped aside to lead the way, his tone complex.

The cozy little cabin was a bit messy, and the kettle on the stove was bubbling.

The two sat down at the wooden table.

"You've come for a holy war, haven't you?"

David asked directly, his eyes darting around.

"I know the situation is critical. But Your Holiness, you should be aware of my circumstances."

He smiled bitterly.

"I'm a ticking time bomb. My omnipotent personality is powerful, but it's beyond my control."

"If it's not him who comes out on the battlefield, or if it's a destructive maniac—not only will I be unable to help, but I might also cause even more trouble."

His concerns are reasonable.

His power is a double-edged sword; it can harm the enemy but also harm himself.

Participating in a war of this magnitude involves too many variables.

Ye Feng did not answer immediately, but simply took the steaming tea and looked past the rising steam at the tranquil world covered in ice and snow outside the window.

The cabin fell silent for a moment, with only the crackling of the fireplace and the mournful sound of the sea breeze whistling through the window.