Do you all know the future?

Chapter 126 Chopping melons and vegetables
The entire church fell silent, the chanting stopped abruptly, and all the priests turned their gaze from Lotina on the altar to the person who had appeared at the entrance.

“Mom, Ms. Margaret…”

The girl on the altar stared blankly at the two people in the crowd at the entrance. It was one thing for her mother to come, but why did the demigod Margarita also come?

“Stop your sacrificial activities, Bishop St. Drummond. You have been conducting a séance without the gods’ permission. I urge you to stop immediately. We have already gone to invite Bishop St. Ortega.”

Archbishop Mennon stepped forward and faced his superiors without showing the slightest cowardice.

"The gods have disappeared. Everyone knows the gods have disappeared. Who can agree to a séance? This is to save the Breeze Church. Why are you stopping me!"

Holy Bishop Drummond, unaware that he had been exposed, was making a loud and impassioned statement, seemingly determined to dedicate himself to the Church of Breeze until his dying breath.

"Even if there is no main god, there are still subordinate gods. This is a violation of regulations. Please stop the ritual immediately."

Archbishop Mennon firmly stated that unlike Archbishop Drummond, who was a self-taught monk, he was a pastor trained by the church from childhood, and he kept these rules firmly in mind.

“You pedantic fools don’t understand the importance of the Lord at all. Without the Lord, we are nothing but stray dogs. All those who hinder the search for the Lord’s work are doing it for their own selfish interests. You are not doing it for the church, nor are you protecting the Lord’s cause.”

Those preparing to apostatize spoke at length about the Lord's work, while hundreds of priests glared hatefully at the crowd of angels and demigods at the gate.

Drummond successfully portrayed himself as righteous and condemned others as evil.

"Regardless of the circumstances, you have violated the rules. Please stop immediately!"

The secret séance was actually tacitly accepted by many, including Archbishop Mennon, and Drummond had also consulted with others.

Drummond said he has a new ritual for invoking God, which is neither approved nor opposed by anyone, and it's not just him trying it; everyone is trying their best.

But some things aren't a big deal if they're not weighed. Now that the Queen has sent people to inquire and assist in resolving the issue, that's a different matter altogether.

"If I don't want to stop, I have a feeling that the gods will descend!"

As for whether it is Lady Tina, that's another matter. The Moon Goddess clearly intends to regain her lost face, and the God of Life has also promised to descend.

"Then we must stop you!"

Archbishop Mennon wanted Holy Bishop Drummond to stop immediately, and the demigod Holy Bishop Drummond also had the privilege to suppress the matter, receiving only some reprimands.

Unfortunately, Holy Bishop Drummond was always looking to cause trouble, so things didn't go as he wished.

"As my subordinate, are you trying to stop me, Mennon?"

Holy Bishop Drummond looked at Archbishop Mennon, and the oppressive aura of demigod law emanating from him rushed towards him. Archbishop Mennon looked to the head maid for help, and there was also a middle-aged white-haired female demigod. Time had left its mark on her face, but it could not hide her amazing aura. On the contrary, the head maid seemed unremarkable.

"Enough, Drummond, this farce should end today. If we can really summon Lady Tina, her god will be more anxious than you are. Don't say things without evidence."

The demigod with ice-blue eyes and white hair exuded a chilling aura, seemingly dispelling the oppressive aura emanating from Drummond.

“Your Majesty Sera, are you not going to try to help when faced with this? It’s just a séance, I don’t understand why you’re stopping it.”

Archbishop Drummond was filled with grief and indignation. Conflicts within the Church could be suppressed by force, but when the interests of the Tudor royal family were involved, things became much more complicated.

However, he wasn't actually trying to persuade these people; he was just stalling for time.

“If my ancestors have perished, then they have perished. We do not invoke the spirits to possess them.”

Sera surveyed the ceremony site, where the authority of the Church and the authority of the King overlapped. The Church sheltered those strong individuals who were unlucky and lacked ambition, while the King protected geniuses with dreams who wanted to ascend to the throne of God. The relationship between the two was not strained; in fact, there were times when they could transform into each other.

At this moment, Sera had no choice but to make an exception for Drummond and force him to abandon this path.

"Lay down your resistance, or I will consider you a heretic who is disrupting the Tudors."

Archbishop Mennon could only tell him to stop, and only Sera, who was also a demigod, could make Drummond give up resistance.

“Your Majesty Sera, please don’t be so angry. We are already aware of this matter, but due to time constraints, we haven’t had time to inform the Tudor royal family yet.”

A voice came from outside the door. This time, it was a middle-aged man. His robes revealed his identity as another demigod of the Breeze Church, Holy Bishop Ortega.

His tone was humble, and his attitude tended to ease the atmosphere of modern confrontation. There was an element of protection, but it was not absolute, and there was room for ambiguity.

“Bishop St. Ortega, you’ve come at the right time. Please ask Bishop St. Drummond to stop what he’s doing now.”

Upon seeing the arrival of Holy Bishop Ortega, Sera's tone softened somewhat; if possible, she didn't want to resolve the issue with violence.

“Bishop St. Drummond, please disband today’s secret ceremony. If you really want to hold a séance, please inform the Tudor royal family.”

Holy Bishop Ortega saw it very clearly: things were not the same as before. The Lord was no longer there, and the Tudor royal family not only had a new demigod, but behind this demigod stood a new god.

He even suspected that this new god was preparing to take action against the Breeze Church, but after glancing at Lottina and then at Lady Eve, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it.

Although it seemed a bit rash to mobilize a demigod because of a woman, it didn't seem to be a problem for someone like Diane who was favored by the gods.

Ortega, who was the most confused about the situation, just wanted to quell this farce as soon as possible. A small séance had actually involved four demigods.

Ortega unconsciously glanced at the head maid again, this confident and elegant woman, who was rumored to be a demigod who tore apart the laws of the moon goddess as a vessel for the gods.

"You've come too, Ortega? Are you here to stop me from finding our god as well?"

Drummond gripped the scepter tightly, and the wind he summoned was no longer gentle, but rather the embryonic form of a storm.

“If I don’t come, the sacred church will become... We can discuss this later; there’s no point in doing it now. Stop for now.”

Ortega suspected that Drummond might be possessed by evil spirits. He was usually like an old fox and not that loyal. Ortega would unconditionally support finding the god, but the current atmosphere did not allow him to agree.

"The last step is complete, I can't stop!"

Drummond's kind face suddenly turned ferocious. He raised his staff high, and the dome was split open to reveal the starry night, forming a flower-like atrium.

"What are you doing!" The condensed wind embryo rushed out of the church, the wind chimes in the tower rang wildly, and Sera and Ortega felt a sense of unease and spoke in unison.

"Although the process was somewhat tortuous, you all came—the demigods of the new gods, the demigods of the church, the demigods of the royal family—you've all taken the bait!"

His body floated up, gradually rising to the exit of the courtyard, looking down at everyone below.

"Drummond, what are you saying? Are you crazy?"

Holy Bishop Ortega suppressed his shock and looked at Drummond in the courtyard.

"I'm not crazy, I'm perfectly sober, you see..."

As Ortega finished speaking, streams of demigod power were sensed.

"One, three, four... seven, eight... demigod..."

Sera, who had been frowning, slowly changed her expression to shock, and even a hint of despair.

"What exactly do you want? Have you betrayed Ms. Tina?"

Ortega also sensed the power of many demigod laws, like beacons of light in the darkness.

“Ms. Tina has mastered my laws. She can kill me at any time, but where is Ms. Tina? She came to kill me, but she has fallen. Why don’t you understand? Clinging to the Breeze Church and waiting for her, aren’t you afraid of looking like the remnants of the Sun God? You’ll never see her.”

Having achieved his goal, Drummond no longer hid, and he shouted wildly at the most devout followers of the Storm Goddess.

"This is not a reason for your betrayal; you have betrayed the Lord's trust in you!"

Even the most idiotic Ortega would know what was going on: a conspiracy targeting the three of them.

“What trust does He have in me? Others seek the laws in the spiritual realm to perfect themselves and advance to godhood, while we can only be His watchdogs in the material world. What is there in the material world? Only a bunch of foolish believers.”

Drummond's tone was full of resentment, his teeth clenched, tearing away his usual kind demeanor and revealing his true nature.

"But don't forget, it was someone who begged the Lord to give you this opportunity. Without the Lord, you wouldn't even be able to break through to demigodhood!"

Ortega naturally refuted such ungrateful words, except that only exceptional spiritual beings like Diane would be sought after by the gods.

Most of the powerful individuals who join the church are those who have reached their current level, exhausted their lifespan, and failed to find the laws to replenish their strength. In the end, they turn to the gods, who then grant them the corresponding laws and control over them.

The law is the treasured currency of the gods, and it is only through divine mercy that it is bestowed upon an outsider like yourself, since the church system itself is capable of cultivating those who belong to God.

"It's because the gods monopolized the division of the spiritual realm and the material world that I couldn't find the appropriate laws. In the end, it's because the Storm Goddess was too selfish and didn't give us any way out. The laws she gave me originally belonged to me, but she monopolized them."

An elderly person, frail and old, bursts forth with astonishing hatred. What way can they absolve themselves of their own immorality? Perhaps it is by accusing others of immorality.

“Nonsense! Even if it means my death, I will kill you with my own hands and wash away your blasphemous words with your blood.”

Ortega said angrily, as the breeze rippled his clothes. "Demigods of a pantheon all bear the characteristics of their respective pantheons. The characteristic of the Storm Goddess is wind!"
"Don't get agitated. Don't destroy Breeze Church. Our target is not Breeze Church. The Lord is not interested in the church, nor is the Tudor royal family. You can give up resistance and watch from the sidelines."

A man with bat wings approached Drummond and stopped Ortega's actions. The bright white moon in the sky slowly turned crimson from the edges, and everyone realized his identity: a vampire, a follower of the Blood Moon Goddess.

"What do you mean?"

Sera's hair was covered in frost; the pressure from the demigods was immense, especially since there was more than one such powerful being.

"In other words, you are not our target. Our target is the demigod Margarita next to you. Whether it's the Church of Breeze or your Tudor royal family, if you don't hinder our actions, we have no interest in attacking you!"

A sinister smile appeared on the vampire's handsome face, his eyes fixed on the head maid the entire time.

"This……"

Ortega, who was initially furious, regained some of his composure and thought about the feud between the head maid and the Church of the Moon. It was clear that the Moon Goddess had come to seek revenge and save face.

“We all…”

Sera glanced at the smiling maid, then at the silent Ortega, and began to hesitate.

“Your Highness? After we started here, the Lord Father also came to find him. Whether he lives or dies, it will not affect the future Tudors.”

Seeing Sera's inner turmoil, the vampire demigod offered a choice, which deepened Sera's inner conflict, even causing her to subtly succumb.

The opposing team has an overwhelming number of demigods, and we also have someone on our side who doesn't seem like someone we can rely on in a critical moment.

"There's no need to choose. You can all just stay by my side. This is a conflict between me and them. I won't blame you, but I also won't trust you."

As the vampire demigod watched the group split apart with amusement, the head maid stepped forward and spoke lightly to the two demigods, Ortega and Sera.

"You? Do you have any backup plans?"

Satisfied to see the two demigods retreat, having managed to make the other demigods back down with just a few words, and with two less formidable enemies, the vampire demigod felt a sense of satisfaction and planned to use his power to further pressure the head maid.

Those who have harmed the Supreme God must die. Even if another Supreme God uses this body, rather than the body's original will, to kill Margarita more easily, or even without the Supreme God descending to kill Margarita, the Supreme God would surely be satisfied with his performance.

"No, do you have any last words? Consider that you told me the God of Life attacked my master."

A subtle spatial fluctuation was felt as the head maid drew her holy lance, Valencienne, ready for battle.

"What a joke! You should be saying it was your dying wish. The Lord wanted to end your life himself, otherwise you would be dead by now. If you insist on taking action, then I, Specius..."

Before he could even utter his name, a spray of blood stained the sacred church. Drummond, who was nearby, felt the demigod vampire's blood explode on his face, his pupils dilating in disbelief.

When he cautiously turned his head, the murderer had vanished without a trace. Instead, the aura of the demigods diminished one by one. Searching for the head maid, he caught a glimpse of her dressed as a maid, her spear piercing through yet another female demigod.

Like a maid cooking, chopping vegetables and preparing food.

(End of this chapter)