Do you all know the future?

Chapter 160 Mother Earth
A large floor-length mirror, set in an ornate gilded frame, clearly reflects everything inside the room.

Diana stood quietly in front of the mirror, letting the head maid behind her adjust the last detail of her clothes.

The dark green velvet top, with intricate patterns embroidered in silver thread on the collar and cuffs, and the polished boots, made the outfit both sophisticated and aristocratic.

The head maid's slender, pale fingers deftly smoothed out the last wrinkle on Diane's shoulder. Looking up at the mirror, she saw Diane's calm, blank face.

Those usually bright eyes now seemed somewhat empty, their gaze seemingly piercing through the mirror and drifting towards some distant place.

"Are you thinking about Dean Isabella?"

The head maid's gentle smile faded as she noticed Diane's stunned expression.

The head maid's heterochromatic eyes flickered slightly. She blinked, understanding why Diane had remained silent.

“That’s right. She came all the way from Tudor to see me, but I’m coming to Fafnya instead. I’m letting her down.”

Diane, reflected in the mirror, seemed to be awakened from deep thought, and involuntarily sighed.

The thought of traveling far away, not only being unable to be by her side, but possibly even being unable to witness the birth of their child, filled me with a complex sense of guilt.

The joy of becoming a father was overshadowed by the reality of separation, leaving only a sense of loss. He wondered if he had gone too far, and if he could have at least waited until Isabella had given birth before leaving.

"Dean Isabella is a strong and wise noblewoman, and I believe she fully understands your situation."

"Besides, you came to Fafya not for sightseeing, but with an important mission, and also to ensure the safety of your child after birth."

Margaret listened quietly, a soft light flashing in her eyes. She walked around to Diane, reached out her slender hand, and carefully adjusted the collar ornament on his chest.

“I know that with gods surrounding you, every second counts. Subduing the Church of the Sun God is a crucial step before you ascend to godhood.”

Diane understood this principle, but reason and emotion were not always in harmony.

"I can distinguish between what's important and what's not, and I hate people who can't. They do stupid things when they're about to have a decisive battle!"

Diane took a deep breath and clenched her fists. They were already at a disadvantage, and to make things worse for the head maid would be utterly absurd.

He went out, and Queen Favya, in disguise, was already waiting. Diane got into the carriage that Queen Favya had prepared, trying her best to look dignified, but her own strength was only so-so, and no matter how she performed, she was still a little lacking.

The head maid smiled gently, without offering any correction, until the carriage stopped at the end of an inconspicuous narrow alley.

The head maid got out of the car first, glanced around warily, and only after confirming that there were no suspicious eyes did she turn around and open the car door for Diane.

Unlike other bustling areas in the city, this place is exceptionally quiet, with only the soft whistling of the wind as it passes through the alleyways.

Diane stepped down from the carriage. The stone path beneath her feet was slippery from years of lack of sunlight. Before her stood an unremarkable gray-brown wall, its corners covered in moss, looking no different from any of the other dilapidated houses around.

Queen Fafya stepped forward and tapped a few specific bricks on the wall in a distinctive rhythm.

After a moment of silence, a dull creak of machinery sounded, and a crack, just wide enough for one person to pass through, silently appeared in the wall, letting out a deep darkness from behind the door.

The fact that the Sun God's followers had to hide in the darkness showed the gods' suppression of the Sun God's church, and Diane couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

"Your Majesty, please come with me!"

Queen Fafya entered the secret passage first. Diane and Margaret exchanged a glance, and the latter nodded slightly. The two walked into the darkness one after the other.

The stone door behind them closed quietly, cutting off all light and sound from the outside world. The passageway was not completely dark; every few steps, crystals emitting a soft glow were embedded in the walls, illuminating the narrow passage.

Gradually, the ground beneath my feet was no longer rough stone slabs, but covered with a thick, deep red carpet that absorbed all the sound of my footsteps.

At the end of the passage, a huge underground dome space opened up, with a giant golden sphere hanging in the center of the dome. It emitted a warm but not dazzling light, like a sun hanging underground, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

Dozens of massive stone pillars support the dome, their surfaces carved with mythological murals depicting epic scenes of the sun god creating the world and battling darkness.

An elderly man dressed in a white robe with gold trim stood in the center of the hall, with five or six priests in similar robes standing respectfully behind him.

The old man had white hair and beard, but was in good spirits. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, shining with intense excitement and devotion.

The moment he saw Diane appear, his tall frame trembled violently, and then he led everyone behind him to kneel solemnly on one knee.

"Welcome our god to descend."

The archbishop's voice was old yet resonant, echoing throughout the hall, carrying an almost burning, fervent emotion.

He pressed his forehead deeply against the back of his hands, which were clasped in front of his chest—an ancient gesture of utmost respect.

The other clergy, however, did not bow; they stared at Diane, seemingly trying to ascertain whether she was their mistress.

"Please rise, Archbishop, I do not appreciate this kind of formality."

Diane stopped in his tracks, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd before him, taking in all their varied expressions.

His face was expressionless, and his dark eyes, like the deep night sky, reflected the brilliance of the artificial sun.

Margaret stood half a step behind him, her heterochromatic eyes calmly observing everyone's expressions and movements.

"Thank you for your mercy, my God."

The archbishop spoke respectfully, slowly rising to his feet. His gaze remained fixed on Diane, lowered slightly in awe. He then turned to the side and gestured for her to enter.

"The temple is ready for you. Please follow me. All believers of the Church of the Sun God are here awaiting your divine decree, hoping that your glory will once again shine on this land shrouded in shadow."

Everyone else felt somewhat uncomfortable, and many hesitated to speak, but Queen Fafya remained unfazed. It was understandable that the Archbishop's attitude had changed after learning from Queen Fafya that Diane's mother was not only Queen Greta.

Because Diane almost openly declared herself to be the reincarnation of the sun god, and because there was proof from another deity, what's wrong with being humble before the Lord as a believer of the sun god?

“Wait, the return of the Sun God is a supreme event concerning the life and death of the Church. No mistakes are allowed. In order to ensure the purity of faith and to ensure that all believers follow without any doubt, we believe that it is necessary to carry out a ‘verification’ ceremony.”

At noon and dusk, the two stood up almost at the same time, looking at the archbishop's obsequious appearance with great confusion. Why was this different from what they had discussed before? At the very least, they should have requested verification.

"presumptuous!"

The archbishop's voice suddenly rose, and his bright eyes blazed with fury.

"How dare you mortals question and tempt the face of God? Your actions are the greatest disrespect to God!"

There's no need for verification anymore; it's endorsed by God, and the new god doesn't need to covet anything from the church.

“It is precisely because of reverence that we need to be rigorous. If we cannot even confirm their identities, how can we entrust the fate of millions of believers and the future of the Church to them? Your Excellency, it is not that we do not believe, but that we need proof that can convince everyone.”

Noon showed no sign of backing down. He straightened his chest and said loudly, "They've worked so hard for so long to find the detection method, and now they're not going to use it anymore?"
"That's right, let everyone see the glory of the Lord, let the loving Lord show His power, and let us have hope and surrender."

The two spoke in unison, their words resolute, clearly having prepared in advance. Despite their differing personalities and conflicting opinions on various matters, they were surprisingly in agreement on their attitude towards the gods.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became heavy, and everyone's eyes darted back and forth between Diane, the archbishop, and the two bishops.

Just as Diane was about to say something—since he considered himself the sun god and unafraid of testing, he figured he might as well let the other party try—the head maid, who had been standing quietly behind him, didn't think so.

The head maid took a half step forward, a tiny movement that instantly drew everyone's attention.

She didn't say anything, but simply raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes quietly gazing at the two bishops opposite her, a golden flame burning within them.

An invisible yet heavy aura emanated from her petite body, instantly enveloping the bishop's identity at midday and dusk. It was not a murderous aura, but a kind of pressure originating from a higher level of life.

She can prove herself, but she must firmly grasp the initiative in her own hands, instead of being coerced by these people. She is here to subdue the Sun God Organization, so let's slap her first, no matter what.

"This, this is not..."

The air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid, and the surrounding light appeared to be subtly distorted. The breathing sounds and the rustling of clothes that were clearly audible in the hall vanished without a trace.

The sharpness on Noon and Dusk's faces vanished instantly, replaced by a horrifying paleness. They felt as if an invisible hand had seized their hearts, making it extremely difficult to breathe, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

They were both demigods, but the opponent's strength was not just a little bit stronger than theirs; it was a difference on a cosmic level. Their proud power was as insignificant as dust in the face of this aura.

Under the suffocating pressure, the two could no longer hold on, their knees buckled, and they collapsed heavily to the ground with two dull thuds.

Only after they yielded did Margaret withdraw her gaze, her beautiful heterochromatic eyes regaining their usual calm, as if nothing had happened.

She quietly took a half step back and returned to that inconspicuous position, still the calm and collected head maid. The others dared not look her in the eye and could only look away.

"Fools! Open your eyes, blinded by worldly desires! The apostle of God is right before your eyes, and you still dare to demand proof?!"

A look of understanding flashed across the archbishop's face, probably because he was possessed by a god, but it quickly turned into extreme anger. He was so angry that he trembled all over, and his finger pointing at noon and dusk trembled slightly from the force he exerted.

“My God, please forgive my failure to discipline these fools, which have disturbed Your holy presence. I am willing to accept all punishment on their behalf.”

After reprimanding the two, the archbishop immediately turned around, faced Diane again, his face filled with guilt and fear, and bowed deeply once more.

"It's alright, they need to prove it's normal. I'll prove it later. Go see the believers, let everyone see!"

Diane waved her hand, thanking someone for stepping forward to demonstrate their power and establish the head maid's authority; the change in the eyes of the others was clearly visible.

Diane walked up the steps made of pure white boulders. They were simple, but for the Church of the Sun God at this moment, they were quite good. Diane sat down on a chair carved from a single piece of golden crystal.

Below are devout believers, mostly angelic believers, who showed obvious reverence after the recent conflict.

Everyone knows the head maid is very strong, but hearing about it and actually feeling it are two completely different experiences.

Above was an artificial sun radiating light and heat, seemingly the center of the entire space. Diane felt her spirituality resonating with the artificial sun, making her feel warm and cozy.

Diane raised her right hand, preparing to guide this power according to plan, truly unleashing the power belonging to the Sun God, in order to completely solidify her position.

However, just as light was about to gather at his fingertips, an unexpected change occurred.

The space centered on the Holy See suddenly began to distort like water waves, light was refracted into countless chaotic fragments, and the air emitted a piercing buzz, as if a piece of solid glass was shattering.

The scene around Diane became blurry and unreal; the golden throne, the white stone steps, the crowd below—everything began to stretch and spin, turning into a chaotic mass of colors.

"Owner!"

The head maid was the first to sense something was wrong. Her heterochromatic pupils contracted sharply, and she was about to rush forward without hesitation, but an invisible and powerful force of law appeared out of thin air, like an indestructible wall.

"Mother Earth!"

The head maid keenly sensed the identity of the power's owner; at the center of that spacetime vortex, a figure gradually became clear.

The noblewoman, dressed in a khaki velvet gown, possessed an air of elegance and nobility, but the pair of thick, curved brown ram horns on her head gave her a look that was both gentle and savage.

"The seeds I planted have finally been harvested. Church of the Sun God, you have truly brought me the Sun God. Goddess of Victory, you have fallen into my trap."

The noblewoman with ram's horns extended her well-maintained hand, and with a light touch of her fingertips, the distorted vortex of spacetime suddenly contracted, engulfing Diane and the Holy Throne beneath him, giving him no time to react.

(End of this chapter)