Unspeakable bubbles

"..."

"Another lord close to the top rank, that's top-tier combat power in the entire cult, right? Gavin is actually willing to waste it on a mere decoration."

Ophelia assessed her own strength; after further merging with the original, her power had increased once again.

From a complete novice who had just stepped into the world-class level, he suddenly made a leap to the mid-level of the strong in the same category.

'From this perspective, the other two disciples who fully integrated the original scriptures must both be top-tier, unparalleled powerhouses.'

The disciples will be able to grow even further in the future; it is already terrifying that they have such a high starting point.

'If even the disciples are like this, then what about the power of the Savior...'

Ophelia abruptly interrupted her thoughts and refocused her attention on the two-winged tiger.

"Roar!"

Fearing Ophelia's terrifying demonic eyes, the Chaos Lord attempted to reach a deal with her.

"Hmph, there's no way we can compromise. I'm taking this man's life!"

At this point, Ophelia was no longer having much trouble suppressing the furball, and even one more winged tiger... wouldn't be a problem!

Under the sympathetic gaze of the furball, yet another Chaos Lord reluctantly succumbed to Ophelia's magical eye.

"call"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the man and found that he was still sitting there like a statue.

"Goodbye, may you be a normal person in your next life."

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Not long after Ophelia left headquarters on her winged tiger, someone else entered the secret room.

"Old friend..."

Gavin looked at his old friend, whose soul had been scattered and who was beyond dead, with a melancholy expression.

"Oh? Is he dead?"

"They went to great lengths to call us all over, only to greet us with their own corpses."

"Why dismiss all the bishops and forbid us from showing our faces? She's just a weak little girl..."

"The portrait of the savior isn't finished yet? Gavin, you need to give me an explanation."

"Hmph, I've come all this way just to see the savior in person. But why is it only a half-finished product!"

"Everyone, please calm down."

Gavin frowned slightly: "The cult leader's prophecy cannot be wrong. The reason I called you all here in the cult leader's name is so that you can see the cult leader's greatest work as soon as possible!"

"So, where is the finished product?"

Orlando said unhappily, "Can a corpse get up and continue painting?"

Section 635, Chapter 634: The Magic Eye and the Chains

Orlando, Anosi, Shingo Fukai, Gavin, a nerdy woman with thick-rimmed glasses, and that weirdo who was wearing a burlap sack with only his eyes showing.

In a small, secret room, the six archbishops of the Apocalyptic Tantric Church gathered together!

"Gentlemen, please be patient."

"The cult leader said that if the portrait of the Savior can be completed today, even if he perishes, it will definitely be completed today!"

What's the point of this?

Shingo Fukai spoke up: "The savior has already appeared. Instead of us archbishops going to greet the savior, we're here leisurely looking at some portraits?"

"That's right!"

Orlando immediately retorted, "The cult leader is dead. Gavin, you can no longer use his name to intimidate us. From now on, you have no right to point fingers at us!"

“We are both archbishops, of equal status, it’s just that I used to be the one in charge of the overall situation.”

Gavin glanced at Orlando, then explained to Shingo, "Of course it makes sense! I know the three of you have already decided that little girl is the savior, but have you considered what if you're wrong?"

"If anything goes wrong in this matter, it will be a devastating disaster for Tantric Buddhism!"

“You may make mistakes, but chaos never does. I don’t understand, Orlando, Shingo, Anosi, why are you all so impatient?”

"Gavin, Gavin, I think you've lost your mind."

Anosi coldly said, "The Savior did not become the Savior because of Chaos's choice. She is supreme and transcends Chaos!"

"Your words clearly place the savior under chaos."

"I never said that!"

Gavin categorically denied it: "I just wanted to play it safe, why are you putting such a big accusation on me?"

"Why are you still arguing? Although the leader may be incompetent in other areas, his prophecies have always been accurate."

The bookish woman said nonchalantly, "Just wait. Once the portrait of the savior is finished, Orlando and the others can take a look and see if it's really that little girl."

"Isn't it good that it matches?"

"What if it doesn't match?" asked one of the archbishops, who had lost his human form and was now inside a sack.

"..."

The atmosphere in the secret room suddenly became tense. Orlando, Shingo, and Annoxi stood silently together, while Gavin stood alone to one side, confronting the three of them.

"Sigh, can't you just say less?"

The woman adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and walked helplessly to the Archbishop of the sack.

"Orlando, do you want a civil war?!"

"You're the one who wants a civil war, Gavin. One against three, do you think you can win?"

"It wasn't possible before, but it's hard to say now."

Gavin remained expressionless, yet his aura continued to rise.

A veteran super strongman, at the peak of super strongman status...

This is still considered normal, considering that the text itself has this capability.

But then, the expressions of Orlando and the other two changed.

Because Gavin's momentum was still rising, he finally barely stepped into that unpredictable realm!

"An unparalleled powerhouse!"

"How could that be? You have so many internal affairs to manage on a daily basis, it's impossible for you to have any spare time to continue your cultivation!"

"..."

"Wow, Gavin pulled off a stunning comeback!" Archbishop of the Maldives exclaimed excitedly.

"Why are you so excited? If this way neither side can gain the upper hand, isn't it even worse?"

"Uh"

"How did you break through?" Shingo asked, staring at Gavin.

"It's alright to tell you, Ophelia and I are bound by fate."

Gavin calmly said, "She is the 'eye' in the prophecy that finds the savior, and I am the 'chain' that binds her in the prophecy."

"The stronger Ophelia is, the stronger I will be!"

"You are all archbishops, yet the symbol of our religion is a demonic eye bound in chains. Have you ever considered the true meaning behind it?"

Gavin said in a deep voice, "I don't blindly believe the cult leader's prophecies, but all the facts prove that the cult leader has never been wrong!"

"No wonder you've been helping that girl both openly and secretly; it turns out you've gained so much from her."

Annoxi said in a sinister tone, "This is also the fundamental reason why you have always stood on the side of the cult leader."

"I have no selfish motives."

Gavin gave her a cold look: "I only do things that are good for the church!"

"Stop arguing, you've started moving! The teacher's starting to move!"

The Archbishop's shouting drew everyone's attention to the corpse. Sure enough, the soulless body slowly got up from the ground!

Apart from Gavin, the first reaction of all the archbishops was not that a 'miracle' had occurred, but rather...

'It must have been Gavin who did this!'

They stared intently at the man who had gotten up from the ground, each using their own methods to silently probe the truth of the matter.

If Gavin is controlling this corpse, Orlando and the others will turn against him on the spot!

They are all near-peerless powerhouses, and with three against one, they might very well be able to defeat Gavin, who has just broken through.

"Open your eyes and look carefully, the miracle is right in front of you, yet you all suspect I'm playing tricks?"

Gavin noticed the strange looks in the men's eyes and flew into a rage.

"..."

Orlando frowned and looked at the Archbishop of the Sack: "Sera, you are the strongest of the six archbishops. Have you noticed anything amiss?"

"Hmm, the corpse moved on its own; there was no force controlling it."

"This...this might really be a miracle," Sera said, her tone uncertain.

"Let's see what the leader wants to do first," Shingo said in a deep voice.

Under the watchful eyes of the group, the corpse got up and waved its hands in the air as if trying to grab something.

Gavin had a flash of inspiration and quickly found a paintbrush and handed it over.

"Old friend, do you... do you want to paint?"

The corpse did not answer; he picked up a discarded draft from the ground and continued drawing.

Gavin shut his mouth, staring intently at the ever-completing portrait, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from the tension.