Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 142 Under the Crown, Rainbow Holy City

Because the Misty Moon Divine Court worships the "supreme" Seven-Eyed God, everything within the Divine Court is arranged according to the number "seven".

The year sequence follows a seven-year cycle: Old Days, Expeditions, Insight, Abyss, Universe, True Knowledge, and Eternity. These seven year titles cycle repeatedly.

This year is yet another year of insight.

The ranks of the priests in the Holy See are also divided into seven levels: Holy Throne, Cardinal, Crown, Shepherd, Scepter, Judgement, and Enlightenment!
When traveling outside, people refer to him as High Priest Farrell, and may know that he is a third-rank official. However, within the Divine Court, one must respectfully address him as the Scepter of Farrell.

Bishop Avery, who had just been promoted to Enlightenment, followed closely behind Farrell's scepter as he entered the council chamber.

This is one of the seven sacred cities of the Misty Moon Divine Court, located in the Rainbow Sacred City at the easternmost part of the Divine Kingdom.

The symbol of the great city of the Divine Court is its numerous temples and countless statues of gods.

The domes of thousands of temples pierced the clouds, reflecting a dazzling white-gold light under the sun. Around the temples, in the center of the square, seven-eyed statues, in various poses and styles, looked down with compassionate eyes at the believers who scurried about like ants below.

The Holy City of the Divine Kingdom holds a position roughly equivalent to a large duchy in Qiyue. Although, in terms of rank, the highest priest of the Holy City is only a fifth-order crowned official, his actual status in the Divine Kingdom is only below the Supreme Holy Throne.

As for the instructions of the High Cardinal Priest within the Divine Court, whether to heed them or not is entirely up to the Holy City Crown Prince.

The entire Star Continent has unanimously adopted this feudal system with a high degree of autonomy. It's not that the leaders of each country don't want to centralize power, but rather that they simply can't.

The formation of a social form is inevitably influenced by its environment and background, as Dongxia systematically analyzed in her communication with Chen Mo.

In a world with superhumans, it's impossible not to grant them special privileges!

The ruling class on Earth is able to suppress the majority with a minority because most people are individuals or small groups and do not have the ability to challenge large groups.

Therefore, even if the top leadership controls only 100,000 people while the bottom leadership controls 10 million people, a difference of more than 100 times, as long as they manage to break these 10 million people into several opposing groups through various internal conflicts such as regional disputes, gender conflicts, and differences in preferences, making it impossible for them to unite, then the top leadership can easily take complete control of the overall situation through different measures such as winning over, suppressing, attacking, and repressing.

Therefore, in recent years, certain topics that create conflict have always been able to easily stir up a huge uproar in public opinion on Earth and trigger fierce social clashes.

Topics that truly resonate with a wide audience, such as sympathy for certain exploited and massacred groups, are completely suppressed in mainstream media. Ultimately, this is nothing more than a manipulation tactic of power politics.

However, that won't work in the starry world.

What makes you think you, a Tier 3, can command a Tier 4? Just because you were born into a better family? Did you start at a higher level than me?

Impossible, unless you have a Tier 5 backer.

Ultimately, it all comes down to a contest of raw power.

Therefore, in a world like Starry Sky, although monarchs, nobles, and aristocratic families enjoy a certain degree of first-mover advantage, when faced with true super-powerful forces, their choice must be to absorb them into their ruling system.

Only when super-powerful forces become part of the ruling class can power be better implemented and executed.

Therefore, giving greater respect to powerful individuals or military groups is the foundation of the feudal system in the Starry Continent.

Rainbow City is the territory under the control of Bishop Ryan Moonsong, the fifth crown of the Divine Court.

Upon receiving the report from below, the crowned bishop set aside time from his myriad affairs to personally arrive at the St. White Council Chamber.

The hall was sprinkled with layers of sacred flower pollen, and the air was filled with a rich incense, which, according to the shrine, was the scent of faith.

Those in the know obviously know this is nonsense. The divine power of the Divine Court can prolong life to a certain extent, so there are too many old guys in the Divine Court.

The fragrance was meant to mask the signs of their advanced age.

Unlike the dazzling light of the outer ritual hall, the Cardinal Council Chamber, the heart of the Northern Branch of the Divine Court, is hidden deep in the darkest corner of the temple. Thick curtains block out the sunlight year-round, with only the magical crystal lamps on the walls emitting a cold and even light.

The light spread to every corner of the council chamber, allowing the high priests to see each other's faces beneath their hoods; however, it neither illuminated the shadows in the corners nor dispelled the bone-chilling cold.

At this moment, a chilling image is being played repeatedly within the enormous sphere suspended in the center of the council hall.

The scene was silent, but this silent destruction was more awe-inspiring than any violent thunder.

A blazing white sphere of light appeared in the field of vision, instantly engulfing the mound and the wooden tower, completely erasing their existence from the world.

Immediately afterwards, the sphere of light expanded and changed color, like the core of a ignited hell furnace, rolling orange-red and scorching the sky with crimson flames.

A visible shockwave, a ring of destruction formed from sand and flames, expanded wildly outwards from the sphere of light, crushing everything in its path.

Finally, the colossal fireball, towering into the sky and accompanied by a sandstorm that devoured everything, rose into the air, blooming at its peak into a mushroom cloud—a flower of destruction that blotted out the sun.

The picture freezes.

Although this was the third time the footage had been replayed, occasionally one could still hear gasps of amazement from near and far.

The elderly are cautious; no matter how unbelievable something seems, they don't rush to speak.

Young people are not yet in a position to take the lead in speaking.

The scene fell silent, the atmosphere heavy as if a memorial service were being held.

After waiting for a while, the figure sitting upright in the high-backed chair in the main seat finally spoke.

Bishop Ryan Moonsong wore a bishop's robe woven from mithril threads and adorned with numerous pure soul crystals. As usual, his face was half-hidden in the shadow of his hood. His fingers, holding the scepter, tapped lightly on the large sapphire crystal at the top of the scepter.

"Tell me your thoughts, everyone. What do you all think?"

The atmosphere in the hall finally came alive, and the priests exclaimed in an orderly fashion.

"Incredible!"

"incredible!"

"I initially thought the report below was an exaggeration, but upon closer inspection, it seems it was an understatement!"

"Unfortunately, Farrell is overly cautious and lacks decisiveness. If I were there, I would definitely send someone in to see just how powerful that curse really is!"

"With your personality, Lord Han Hai would probably have already thrown this weapon at your head!"

"..."

Amidst the shock, the Crown Prince Ryan was unhappy.

"Say something useful!"

A pastoral bishop sitting to the right of Bishop Ryan raised his hand, hesitated several times as if he wanted to say something, and finally, under Bishop Ryan's gaze, spoke with difficulty:
“Your Excellency the Crowned Bishop, I… I dare say, this doesn’t seem like a forbidden spell, but rather, it seems more like a divine punishment!” The Crowned Bishop in the shadows turned slightly: “Oh? Interesting. Go on.”

The Bishop nodded slightly: "I have made this judgment based on three points."

"Firstly, before the Glorious Era, when summoners were protected by the gods, the only way they could have a significant impact on the continent was by summoning creatures like the great demons of hell."

"Unleashing large-scale damage has never been a area where summoners excel."

"Secondly, this young lord is of too low a rank. His unverified status as a first-tier mage means that, from any perspective, he should not possess the ability to summon forbidden spells."

"Even powerful magic scrolls and magical items shouldn't be something a mere Stardust Mage could activate; that doesn't make sense!"

"Thirdly, the power of this attack was too concentrated."

“The large-scale forbidden spells that have appeared in the past, such as Meteor Shower, Starfall, and Doomsday Judgment, etc., are famous spells that pursue coverage and killing efficiency against low-level people. However, even if a high-level professional stands in the center of Doomsday Judgment, the damage he suffers will not be fatal.”

"But this spell is clearly different. The damage at its core is terrifying, while the destructive power at the periphery decreases rapidly. This is more like a targeted attack against a high-level professional."

"It's somewhat similar to the judgment-type divine punishment of my divine court!"

These words were well-reasoned and resonated with many of the bishops present.

Indeed, the reason this scene terrified the assembled priests was because this thing clearly seemed intent on killing the elites.

For priests, whose professional abilities are generally quite high and who are protected by a great deal of equipment and holy magic, the attacks of ordinary mages are not a concern.

In addition, the entire continent has a very mature monitoring, management and recruitment system for professionals.

This minimizes the possibility of national leaders being attacked by high-level professionals.

Even if tens of thousands of people die in a major war, the top leaders of various countries are usually the last survivors.

That's why they feel very uncomfortable with something that is beyond their comprehension and beyond their control.

Archbishop Ryan, the leader of Rainbow City, nodded slightly: "What you said makes some sense!"

"What the eye can see is ultimately too shallow. I beseech divine decree to reconstruct the scene in the void, analyze it, and determine its level of forbidden spell and its specific characteristics!"

The boss gave the order, so we did it immediately!
Although he felt a pang of heartache, the priest on duty today still walked to the center of the large circular table in the council hall, waved his staff, chanted incantations, and began to pray and invoke the gods.

The reason for feeling the pain is that, just like the miraculous project that Farrell led in the Vast Ocean, every "invocation of divine oracle" means the consumption of a massive amount of divine grace.

Divine grace is like currency given by the gods to their priests, which can be used to make purchases with the gods.

It's extremely difficult to collect these things.

The Seven-Eyed God does not need ordinary believers, but high-level believers who are skilled in mastering spiritual energy. Only these people can undertake the responsibility of transmitting spiritual energy to the god and steal "computing power" from the Star Continent to transmit to the god.

May the gods continue to be great!
The numerous temples and missionary work of the Divine Court are actually driven by the interests of the rulers of the Divine Kingdom. Of course, the wider the scope of missionary work, the greater the possibility of high-level "spirit-drawing channels" appearing among the believers.

The Seven-Eyed God is extremely stingy; only by supplying him with sufficient spiritual energy will he grant him a certain amount of "divine grace."

In short, God will never lose money.

After many years of adjustment and evolution, the Divine Court has become a pyramid-shaped organization similar to a multi-level marketing scheme.

The lowest-ranking priests painstakingly recruit believers, and then, if fortunate enough, find devout individuals among them who can channel spiritual energy into the gods. They exchange this spiritual energy offering for divine blessings, and in the process, priests at all levels take a cut from the divine blessings bestowed.

Limited divine grace cannot withstand unlimited consumption.

As the scepter of the priest on duty shone brightly, the "invocation of the gods" was successful!
Then, in less than two seconds, the light faded, and the hall returned to its gloomy state.

The priest on duty was deathly pale. Facing the questioning gazes of the bishops, priests, and temple officials, his lips trembled for a long while before he stammered, "God, divine decree, recurrence, the required divine grace, divine grace is insufficient..."

"hiss--"

A clear gasp echoed through the hall.

Simply put, it means that the "deity" is saying, "I've looked into the matter you asked me to handle, and the cost is a bit too high. This amount of money isn't enough. Go back!"
Most of those present are veteran priests, and they all know the value of divine grace. They also know how much divine grace the priests on duty have. The fact that the gods don't accept it can only mean one thing.

The power of this thing is far more terrifying than what we can see with our own eyes.

Indeed, the core temperature is in the tens of millions of degrees. Even if a god wanted to reconstruct the scene, the cost would be considerable.

"Oh dear!" Archbishop Ryan suddenly smiled with delight at the unusually long, drooping faces of the old men in the room.

"I knew it! The Divine Court needs fresh blood!"

"Young people, you should be energetic, less calculating, and willing to put in the effort. That's what the future of the Divine Court should look like!"

"Look how brilliantly Farrell's Scepter handled this matter!"

"Come on, little one, sit here!"

As the Rainbow Lord lightly patted his left hand, a space quietly appeared between the third and fourth seats on his left.

Farrell's heart pounded, but he tried his best to remain respectful on the surface.

He bent down, picked up his chair, and jogged to the newly vacated, prestigious seat next to several pastors, where he placed it carefully. He hurriedly thanked the crowned bishop, the priests on either side of him, and the other priests present.

The bigwigs of Rainbow City all responded with friendly smiles.

For a stable and powerful force like the Divine Court, what it fears is not strong opponents, but sudden and unstable factors.

Farrell's early management of the dilapidated Vast Ocean Territory saved Rainbow City from a major disaster.

Otherwise, if this attack, which even the gods clearly found somewhat unpleasant, were to land anywhere within its jurisdiction, Rainbow City would inevitably face severe punishment from the divine court.

Not to mention, if Farrell hadn't begged for another chance to communicate, the Divine Court's tamer might have already taken the unicorn back.

What if that lord, in a moment of impulsiveness, puts this thing in Rainbow City...

Even if God punishes him a thousand times, can it undo the loss of life of all of you here?
They must be commended, and commended severely.

(End of this chapter)