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"Child of Chaos, our savior, how magnificent!"

Their foreheads slammed heavily against the stone floor, and blood quickly flowed down their foreheads.

Locke was horrified by the manic behavior, and his father also looked disappointed.

'A miscalculation; we invited a bunch of lunatics today.'

A group of bishops from the Apocalyptic Tantric sect were talking incoherently, laughing and crying, crying and laughing, completely like incurable fanatics.

At that moment, the cult leader had a sudden thought.

Despite their appearance, each of the men in black robes is actually quite powerful, and even the cult leader wouldn't be confident of defeating them in a one-on-one fight.

A strong sense of curiosity arose within him; the man desperately wanted to know what kind of dogma and environment could cultivate such fanatics.

The cult leader patiently waited until they calmed down. "Well, let's not talk about cooperation for now. As an individual, I'd like to learn more about your cult's philosophy, what do you say?"

A man in black robes carefully examined the cult leader, but shook his head.

“You are a faithless person, and the Apocalyptic Tantric Church does not welcome you.”

"but,"

He changed his tone: "Our meeting here today must be guided by chaos."

"Ha," the cult leader nodded ambiguously. At this point, even he couldn't keep up with the madman's train of thought.

"What god do you worship?" the man in black robes asked seriously.

Chapter 87 Author's Note on the Launch

This book will be available tomorrow, and I have quite a few feelings about it.

Hmm, let's say something then.

Writing is a very tedious thing, and sometimes the passion fades away as you write.

Seeing a few more favorites or new comments at this point gives me a little joy, and my motivation returns.

This book has come this far not only because of the author's efforts, but also thanks to everyone's support!

Finally, I hope more readers will read this book. Thank you.

What power does Chapter 087 of Section 88 possess?

Knowing full well that they are unbelievers, they still ask what god they believe in?

The cult leader remained silent for a moment, then gestured for Locke to answer.

"The All-Knowing Lord," Locke said dryly.

"The All-Knowing Lord? What power does that prince possess?" the black-robed bishop asked seriously.

Locke really didn't want to answer; he felt the person in front of him was just teasing him.

It was originally a fictional deity, so what power does it possess?

“Father, I don’t think there’s any need to continue this discussion,” Locke said impatiently, glancing at the men in black robes.

"All-knowing Lord, that prince has eyes that can see into the future."

To Locke's surprise, his father was still wasting time with those crazy guys.

"Tell me in more detail," the black-robed bishop urged.

"Since you all want to hear it, I will explain it properly."

The leader said in a deep voice, "In the doctrine of the Great Eye, the eyes of the all-knowing Lord can see through the past, present, and future, and all the myriad phenomena of the world and the mysteries of the universe are reflected in those 'eyes of true knowledge'."

"As long as you believe in our Lord, you can share in His authority, and all lies will be exposed before you."

After saying all this, Locke's father also felt somewhat uneasy.

The people in front of them were not those ignorant believers; they knew their own background very well.

Locke's father felt embarrassed speaking doctrines he himself did not believe in in front of them.

"I see, that's great, very good!"

The bishops in black robes laughed with delight, and their gazes toward the pope softened considerably.

"Is there a problem?" Locke's father asked.

The same bishop who had been speaking all along finally spoke again, “Your biggest concern is nothing more than the believers’ doubts about the ‘false god.’ Now, you don’t need to worry anymore!”

"Ok?"

Faced with the man's puzzled look, the black-robed bishop loudly proclaimed, "The all-knowing Lord is the true God!"

Ignoring the looks Locke and his son gave him as if he were crazy, he continued, "Hehehe, He is the great incarnation of our savior. There is no need to doubt, just wait."

"Wait, Omniscient Lord, our savior will surely come!"

"A bunch of lunatics!"

Locke could no longer hold back. He looked at his father pleadingly, "Father, let's go!"

The cult leader's face was grim. He asked, as if unwilling to give up, "Gentlemen, I must say that your ideas are absurd."

"Let me be frank, that so-called omniscient lord is something I made up on a whim, and he has absolutely nothing to do with your savior!"

"I invited you all here with high expectations, and I hope you will say something meaningful!"

"So, where did your flash of inspiration come from?" the black-robed bishop asked calmly.

"What...what do you mean?" Locke's father was also getting impatient.

"Everything is guided by chaos."

The man could no longer tolerate their nonsensical talk. He snorted coldly, his anger barely concealed.

"Locke, let's go!"

"Wait a minute."

The black-robed bishop blocked his way. "You are not yet clear about your duties. You cannot leave now."

"Fine, fine, I never thought I'd have any expectations of you lunatics."

The cult leader immediately shielded Locke behind him, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Here, take this."

Under the man's wary gaze, the black-robed bishop tore open his clothes.

On his aged and withered body, blasphemous words were clearly engraved.

Locke's eyes stung at the sight, and tears streamed down his face.

"Father, watch out!" Locke thought the guy in front of them was trying to ambush them, so he roared and drew his dagger.

"Little boy, be quiet and don't disturb your father."

An old voice rang in Locke's ears, and he suddenly felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Locke forced himself to look at his father, only to find the man staring intently at the writhing words, motionless.

"Take it. You can't expect a savior to descend all at once."

"The Eye of True Knowledge, summon it, nurture it!"

"Remember your mission. Only you can do this. No one else can, no one else can..."

Locke's father wore a half-smile as he crouched down and picked up the dagger from the ground.

"Father, what's wrong, Father!"

The man ignored him, moved closer to the black-robed bishop, and began slashing at him with a dagger.

"Ku, ho ho ho ho"

Hehehehe

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

The people around him emitted incoherent laughter, including the bloodied bishop.

Locke stared intently at the scene, quickly closing his eyes, but the terrifying sounds kept drilling into his ears.

He curled up, shivering, hoping he was just having a nightmare. He just wanted this nightmare to end soon.

After an unknown amount of time, Locke felt a large hand stroking his head.

"Father!" He opened his eyes and saw his father looking at him with a kind expression.

"Those lunatics are gone?" Locke blurted out.

Unexpectedly, the cult leader showed displeasure.

“How could you say such a thing, child? You gentlemen are all great men who gave everything for the coming of our Lord. I don’t want to hear you say such things again.”

Locke stared blankly at his father, only then realizing that his father was holding something that looked like sheepskin in his hand.

At that moment, Locke knew that the old days could never be returned to.

Sure enough, the next day the cult leader summoned all the believers and announced: "Rejoice, our Lord will surely descend."

"Rejoice, for even mortals like us can offer everything to the all-knowing Lord."

Then he issued a series of incomprehensible orders.

Flesh and blood sacrifice, chaotic summoning...

Under the leader's sweeping reforms, the Church of the Great Eye has become a complete cult.

Naturally, some people resisted these actions, but the cult leader was no longer the same person he used to be.

Although the former leader was powerful, he did not have overwhelming power; otherwise, no one would have harbored any ill intentions.

But ever since that night, the cult leader has become a completely different person.