He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Seven days ago, Shen Ye proposed an attack on Youdu at the Temple Council meeting.

The twelve cardinals sat on either side, while the Pope sat on the highest white throne, holding the scepter that symbolized supreme authority.

Shen Ye stood in the center of the council hall, his white holy robes glowing softly in the candlelight, his long golden hair perfectly styled, and his blue eyes calmly sweeping over every face present.

"The entire Youdu must be destroyed."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as clear as a hammer striking a nail.

"The heretical forces in that wasteland have grown to the point where they can threaten the Holy Church."

"Intelligence indicates that Youdu has more than 24,000 combat personnel, including warriors who are comparable to the Templar Knights."

"Their city lord—that boy known as the 'Ghost Emperor'—is of unfathomable strength."

A cardinal frowned: "Your Highness, Youdu is thousands of miles away from the Holy City, separated by the Black Tide-spreading area and more than a dozen large wasteland city-states."

"Even if they develop rapidly, they are unlikely to threaten the Holy City in the short term."

"Is it necessary for us to launch such a large-scale expedition at this time?"

"Precisely because they pose no immediate threat to the Holy City, now is the best time to act." Shen Ye's voice remained calm, but his next sentence caused the temperature in the entire council hall to drop by three degrees. "It will be too late to regret it once they have grown strong enough to besiege the Holy City."

The Pope remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he nodded.

The True Bishop's war machine began to operate.

First, there was the Knights Templar.

The 30,000 Templar Knights are the Holy Church's most elite core fighting force. Each of them has been baptized by holy light, and their blood has been sanctified.

Their standard equipment includes holy silver plate armor, energy shields, holy light pulse rifles, and high-frequency oscillating longswords, giving them individual combat capabilities equivalent to a fourth-tier warrior in Youdu.

Secondly, there was the parish garrison.

The True Bishop has more than 200 dioceses around the world. Shen Ye drew elites from each diocese and assembled an army of 300,000.

This force was not as well-equipped or trained as the Knights Templar, but it was large in number and had extensive combat experience—they were the main force in suppressing heretical rebellions in various parishes.

Then there's the Holy Navy—a small coastal fleet equipped with holy light energy cannons and long-range missile systems.

Although Youdu is not on the sea, the fleet's missiles can launch long-range strikes on Youdu City from hundreds of kilometers away.

In addition, there is the Holy Light Mech Force directly under the Holy See, with five hundred mechs equipped with energy shields, holy flame jets, micro missile arrays, and melee high-frequency blades. It is the Holy See's ultimate force against high-ranking heretics and large Black Tide creatures.

But what truly convinced Shen Ye that he could take down Youdu was not these troops, but a divine artifact—the Spear of Judgment.

That is the foremost of the three sacred artifacts that the Supreme Church of the True God has worshipped for generations. It is said to be a sacred object left on earth after the "Supreme God" personally threw it from the Kingdom of God a thousand years ago to nail down an evil god who tried to devour the world.

The divine fragments on the spear are still burning to this day.

Any target locked by the spearhead will have their soul directly pulled into the realm of judgment—a space of consciousness composed of pure holy light, where all the sins of the judged will be magnified infinitely until the soul cannot bear it and collapses on its own.

The power of judgment from the Spear of Judgment ignores physical defenses.

It strikes at the soul level of the target.

No matter how strong the physical body of the Lord of Youdu City is, as long as he still has a soul, the Spear of Judgment can still harm him.

To remove the spear, the Pope personally entered the Holy Land and used his own blood to break the seal on the spear blade.

The elderly Pope coughed up three mouthfuls of blood the moment the seal was broken, making him look twenty years older, but he still insisted on personally handing the Spear of Judgment to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye remembered what the Pope said when he looked at him with those cloudy eyes—

"Your Highness, the will of God on earth is entrusted to you."

When Shen Ye received the Spear of Judgment, his face was devout and solemn. His long golden hair shimmered softly in the holy light, and he looked like an angel who had stepped out of a mural.

But what he was thinking was something completely different.

Allah?

He had never seen it, nor had he witnessed it manifest its power.

I don't know if it's true or not.

But no matter what, as long as he can help kill that person with the authority, he will consider them to be real.

All he needed was this spear to help him kill Yun Yi.

With a million-strong army, five hundred Holy Light mechs, and the most powerful of the three sacred artifacts, he believed he had no rivals at his age.

Moreover, although Yun Yi is strong, he has only been operating in this world for ten years, and his foundation cannot be as profound as that of the Holy Son who possesses the world's largest religious power.

He had no reason to lose this battle.

Shen Ye stood on the terrace at the top of the spire, with the white holy flag fluttering behind him, the eternally burning golden holy fire above him, and the endless military camp below.

The entire perimeter of the New Jerusalem has turned into a white sea.

The tents of the 300,000 parish garrison stretched as far as the eye could see, and the smoke from the campfires rose into a thin layer of gray mist.

Further away, a long convoy of transport vehicles stretched out, with giant pack animals pulling heavy energy cannons and ammunition boxes, slowly moving forward on a makeshift military road.

In the sky, the three Holy Light warships have completed their takeoff preparations.

They are the Holy Church's most powerful air combat units, each three hundred meters long and shaped like an elongated rhombus crystal.

The ship's surface was covered with dense golden runes—sanctified energy channels that flowed with a magma-like glow in the sunlight.

The warship is equipped with twelve Holy Flame Cannons on each side, and a fortress-class Holy Light Main Cannon at the bow. The energy output of a single shot from the main cannon is enough to burn a lava crater with a diameter of 100 meters on land.

Three warships hovered in mid-air, casting huge shadows on the ground and obscuring the entire military camp.

The soldiers looked up at the three suspended steel behemoths, their eyes filled with awe and fervor.

On the distant horizon, hundreds of Holy Light transport planes are gathering, forming neat formations, each fully loaded with soldiers and supplies.

The deep roar of the engine made the ground tremble slightly.

Shen Ye surveyed the entire scene from above.

The wind blew his long golden hair and white robe, making him look like a fluttering flag on the terrace.

Upon seeing him, the soldiers below knelt down and shouted, "Long live the Son of God!" and "God is the greatest!"

The sound waves traveled from the front to the back of the military camp, one wave higher than the next, almost shaking the sky.

Shen Ye did not respond to these shouts.

His gaze passed over the million-strong army, over the rolling wasteland hills, over the gray wasteland eroded by the Black Tide, and was cast towards a direction thousands of miles away.

At the end of that direction, there stands a black city.

In the city, there lived a boy his age.

That boy was the biggest thorn in his heart.

"Yun Yi." Shen Ye murmured the name, his voice carried away by the wind.

His fingers tapped the Spear of Judgment lightly, and the golden flames on the spear flickered as if in response.

He recalled the humiliation of being forced to submit in the Hall of Reincarnation.

He didn't think he was inferior to the other person; the other person had only become a person with authority because he had reincarnated more times.

He has only reincarnated eighty-six times. If given a few hundred more times, he might very well become a powerful being.

He was always unconvinced, but faced with overwhelming power, he had no choice but to submit.

"Let me see if you, as the one with the authority, can stop me."

He turned to the messenger and gave the final order: "All troops, attack!"