I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

The will behind Kransha, which should not be visible to the world, was fully revealed. Several thick chains stretched out from the void and pierced into Kransha's back, and finally formed a palm shape on her mask that covered her eyes.

And above the sky, three huge female heads replaced the moon, and rays of white light dispelled the darkness, holy and timeless.

Golden liquid was flowing on the three beautiful faces, like God's tears or God's blood. The six eyes were looking down at Helen and the others below. Around the giant faces, there were fat dolls holding red ribbons and circling and playing.

【I...】

"Get lost, false god!"

As soon as three overlapping mixed sounds rang out in the sky, they were interrupted by the golden beam of light released by Helen.

His three faces with different expressions all had the same expression: anger.

Kransha suddenly burst out with a speed far exceeding her previous speed. She turned into a black stream of light and rushed towards Helen. The heavy plate armor on her body seemed to have no weight at all.

'Blasphemer!'

Helen's sword blocked her chest in time

'Ding! '

The two swords collided, and Klansha's face suddenly changed when the swords touched.

The expected stalemate did not happen. She easily hit the opponent, but her accumulated potential energy was not released. Her body was still driven by the giant sword to complete the chopping action. The feeling of hitting cotton with all her strength made her almost vomit blood.

Following the force, Kransha quickly retreated, turned the sword and slashed towards the ground. In the corner of her eye, she saw that the golden helmet on Helen's head covered half of her face, and her hair quietly turned silver-white.

Before she could think deeply, she felt her head being pressed down and smashed into the ground.

‘Boom! ’

A violent golden beam of light gushed out from the ground. With her head held down, Kransha managed to perfectly take the attack with her face.

'patta'

She threw the unconscious Klansa aside and looked up at the big head bathed in hymns in the air and the ordinary people remaining in the ruins of Albero in the distance, kowtowing and worshiping frantically.

A hint of amusement flashed in the rose-purple pupils under the golden helmet.

Fake is fake. If one can ascend to the throne of god in a grand and legitimate way, who would have the time to make himself so disgusting?

Don't you want to? You can't.

For some unknown reason, the sky that was full of light and holiness suddenly had obvious cracks, and finally shattered with a "crash". The world returned to darkness again, and several chains that had disappeared into the void and inserted into Kransha also appeared from under His head.

The ground, which was originally barren and dark and had been beaten into mud, began to surge violently with Helen as the center. Various green plants scrambled to emerge from the soil. In the blink of an eye, the muddy ground turned into a meadow full of blooming flowers. The dead trees sprouted again, showing a vitality that was too vigorous to be ignored.

In everyone's eyes, this lifeless world seemed to come alive.

No, it's half alive, because of the strong contrast with the ground, the decayed air in the sky can't be concealed at all.

Chapter 457 Are You Worthy of Being Called God?

The three huge heads still appear very holy, making people have a strong desire to kneel down and worship.

Although the person on the ground looks a little small, the strong contrast highlights the strong sense of illusion and incongruity that permeates the other person's holiness.

The sense of majesty that comes with size is a worship psychology inherited from human genes. Size represents the external manifestation of strength, majesty, and force, but giant objects that are beyond human cognition and endurance sometimes do not bring positive psychological effects.

The absolute size advantage may strengthen the sense of oppression and majesty, but once it exceeds the threshold, it will bring unspeakable fear. It will no longer be classified as a god, but a monster.

Of course, that is when there is a comparison. If there is no equal existence, then it is the high attitude that God should have.

Six huge pupils with golden heat flowed staring at Helen in the sea of ​​flowers. Strands of gray spread on her armor, and countless huge chains suddenly pierced out from the void.

Helen shook her body slightly to dispel the curse, and the sword in her hand suddenly swung upward from bottom to top, knocking away the chain that was stabbing at her first. The heavy but not bulky armor did not hinder her movements, and the chains that were stabbing from all directions were bounced off one by one.

From time to time, he suddenly twisted his body to avoid the sudden explosion. The whole place was filled with explosions as if it was being hit by missiles, and the power was getting stronger and stronger.

Amidst the dull sound of impact, every swing of the chains that were several meters thick made the earth tremble, especially when several chains whipped together, the power reached its maximum. The powerful force, accompanied by a sonic boom, violently blew Helen away, and countless gray-black energy waves appeared in the air, submerging her in the explosion.

Before anyone else could react, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the smoke, and in the eyes of everyone it turned into an energy lightsaber hundreds of meters long that chopped down towards Trinity's head, splitting the giant face in the middle into two, revealing the flesh and blood tissue inside. However, Trinity's injuries were soon healed.

At this time, Helen flew out of the smoke intact, with three pairs of golden wings shining brightly behind her.

【You...you are! 】

The mixed voice of men and women made Helen frown slightly under the mask. The voice was so unpleasant.

As if thinking of something, the figure of Holy Trinity slowly disappeared, and Helen, who was floating in the same place, had no intention of stopping him.

When the so-called divine will appeared before her eyes, she knew what the other party was. It was easy to defeat it, but it was very troublesome to kill it, at least it was not possible now.

But it doesn’t matter, the goal has been achieved anyway.

Nothing can shake your faith faster than seeing God defeated or even hurt with your own eyes. The more grand his appearance, the more miserable his exit.

Kransha, who was knocked unconscious on the ground, staggered to her feet with the help of her sword. It was the injured Trinity who woke her up eagerly, wanting Kransha to block Helen's attack.

However, Helen had already landed on the ground. The light wings behind her and the tremendous energy emanating from her body disappeared quietly. Her silver hair also faded back. She stood there in a daze.

Before Clansha could think about it, a long sword surrounded by thorns stuck at her feet, blocking her way.

'Your opponent is me.'

Sok's figure slowly walked out of the ruins of Albero and came to Kransha.

"Evil Blade? Hum."

Klansha snorted coldly and started fighting with Soke. Compared to Helen, the destined person she was waiting for was obviously more important.

Kransha's fighting ability was not bad, but the previous battle with Helen and the injury to Trinity had a significant impact on her. Sok, who was given special favor, stabbed the thorn sword into Kransha's body after a fierce battle, ending her life.

This is also the reason why Medea did not kill her. The Blade of Sin that Sok pulled out from the chest of the Mother of Confession is the destined protagonist of this world. It restrains all existences related to the miracle of pain.

The reason is very simple. The Evil Blade was created by the Holy Trinity who was driven away by Medea, in order to rectify the chaos within the church and bring faith back to it.

Just now, Medea possessed Helen in order to personally verify whether her idea was correct. At least from the source of the power just now, the Holy Trinity and the Sword of Thorns in Sok's hand were from the same source, which confirmed her idea.

In this world, they have heard several legends with completely different viewpoints from various people and classics. Because of the factor of the final right of interpretation, even history is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Putting aside those subjective grand narratives, the truth may be simpler and clearer than we imagined.

Even one sentence can explain it clearly, that is, after a long period of time, the main faith of the church that once represented the divine will has deviated from the divine will, and the divine will is angry at the church's betrayal and cursed it, which triggered the disaster that affected the entire continent.

Because Allah can create painful miracles, the miracles themselves represent Allah, but the recipients of painful miracles are not the same as Allah, they have their own experiences, legends and lives, and even if they are small, they are an independent will.

Therefore, whether believing in the distorted Holy Father or the Repentant Mother, or other people who became gods due to miracles, it is a betrayal of the Holy God.

What it wants is for believers to admire the power of the miracle itself, rather than to admire and believe in the person who received the miracle. The two concepts are completely different.

Just like I made a pig fly to the sky, but you don't praise me but praise the pig, and admire that one of its leaves blocks the sunlight, but turn a blind eye to the hugeness of the tree itself. This is the greatest blasphemy to the "sacred".

Does the Church really not understand the difference between the two? I'm afraid not. At least the Holy King must be very clear about it.

His thoughts and motives can be seen from his actions, including his harsh cleansing of other churches and his wanton hunt for 'wild' miracles, twisting miracles from the Holy God that do not belong to the church into curses.

This is competing with the Holy God for the final right to interpret miracles. What is beneficial to me is a miracle, and what is not beneficial to me is a curse. In the long run, the rest will naturally submit to him.

Perhaps his own purpose is that his long-term service to the Holy God has allowed him to understand the threshold of becoming a god, so ~

Medea had said before that the so-called belief or becoming a god through incense and worship is itself a manifestation of the strong will of all living beings, including herself, but her personal label attribute is very strong, making her personality will greater than the divinity itself.

The divine will is another similar yet different path. It does not exist in itself, but the birth of human belief is inevitable. Something that does not exist will naturally exist when more people believe in it.

Compared to her, the divine will is a pure collection of collective repentance and suffering consciousness. If everyone prays to it, it will respond to everyone's prayers, but it has no good or evil, so its feedback can be good or bad.

If this point is understood, then everything the Holy King does afterwards can make sense. When he can use violence to decide who is a miracle and who is a curse on the continent, he will have a preliminary grasp of the basic requirements for creating a god.

Why are you God and I can't be?

When the Holy Lord behind the miracles is downplayed, the creatures on the continent only know the name of the miracle owner. The Holy King of the Church, who is at the official level, can make himself perform "miracles" and then be praised by the world. Under the promotion of group consciousness, miracles can be forced to appear on him.

Just like the Twisted Father and the Repentant Mother who were once pushed to the throne, the Holy King is the third one.

As a collective of faith, the Holy God will sooner or later develop consciousness. When his own existence is challenged, a counterattack will naturally occur, so this continent has been affected by various disasters.

This creates a vicious cycle: the more difficult the environment, the more miracles there are; the more miracles there are, the more names are praised; and the more miracle workers are praised, the more disasters the divine will will bring down.

The tug-of-war between the two sides has brought the continent into a true doomsday era over the years. Fortunately, the divine will itself is also evolving, giving the thorn sword on the chest of the Mother of Repentance the special ability to absorb sins.

The painful miracle itself is the confession of one's own sins as its original power, and the evil blade that can absorb sins can eradicate the painful miracles from the root. As long as the famous miracle workers disappear, the people's faith will return to the Holy God.

As for why Kransha, who should be the most loyal apostle and was manipulated like a puppet, became a whetstone on the Sok Road, it is most likely because Kransha has a name.

Unlike Sok, in this alien world Sok's name is 'The Silent Confessor'. He cannot speak, has no name, and even his face is covered by the helmet of atonement. Naturally, he cannot snatch what the Holy Will wants.

Because he does not have the necessary conditions to become a god, the name, the appearance.

When it uses the evil blade through Sok's hand to eliminate all the miracle workers and Notre Dame who are named as miracles, it will not only eliminate the threat, but also recover the miracle power it has released, killing two birds with one stone.

After getting rid of Kransha, Sok passed through the Skull Bridge under the watchful eyes of the battle nuns and used three seals of different emotions to open the forbidden door that had been sealed for many years and separated the church from the continent.

Through the Holy King's reversal of the throne and this special door, the church avoided the disaster brought down by the divine will and basically retained most of its own armed forces. This was also the basis for the subsequent church inquisition to complete the liquidation of all churches on the continent.

To put it bluntly, it is still just an ambitious game for those in power.

He killed a group of fanatical believers who rushed up, and with his powerful perception, Sok discovered a hidden door containing a restriction. He broke the restriction with a sword and walked into the secret room.

'Oh...look elegant lady, we have a visitor.'

The old woman's cloudy eyes saw Sok's attire clearly, and also found the strong aura of the Holy God on him, and quickly apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive me, the confessor, the one in front of you is Sokolo, our lady of eternal pain."

Sok followed her pious gaze and saw a naked girl kneeling in a sedan chair, tied up with red ribbons, wearing thorns on her head, and being whipped by an invisible whip, her body covered in blood and scars.

The bloodstains were so deep that the bones were visible. Her face was filled with pain and she screamed silently with her mouth wide open.

'Isn't she majestic? She is the embodiment of wonder... endless... eternal...'

'She is suffering, suffering for all of us, day after day, without end...'

'She is our living saint, a true divine role model!'

Soke clenched his fists. The old woman kneeling on the ground was still muttering. He had been restraining the urge to punch this damn old thing to death. Which eye of yours saw Zhuang Yan?

He carefully placed the rune he had found based on the information instilled into him by the divine will, half-knelt on the ground, and solemnly placed it in front of her.

He didn't look up. Not looking at the other person's current appearance was the greatest respect.

When Sokolo was a child, she lived near a mine, where church prisoners were often escorted up the mountain to do hard labor. At that time, she would hear the screams of the punished people every day.

The kindhearted girl silently prayed for the punished prisoners. She made a wish to the divine will, hoping that she could bear the pain for them. Then, a miracle happened.

All the scars and pain from the prisoners she saw being tortured, whether they were stabbed, whipped or beaten, were transferred to her.

Her deeds were considered to be the embodiment of painful miracles and twisted sacrifices. She was received by the church into the Cathedral of Our Lady of All Mothers, and the church widely publicized her and portrayed her as a living saint who bore suffering for others.