From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 471 Angels Descend, Cleansing the Shepherds
Ross, St. Petersburg.

In the Vladimir Cathedral, all the bishops, priests, and deacons gathered.

Because their Ecumenical Patriarch had just sent a message from the Vatican, asking them to select the most devout group of people to arrive at the Vatican as soon as possible.

“Does piety have to be absolute? I think my nephew is quite pious…” one bishop said casually, and was immediately glared at by those around him, because right before their eyes, the Ecumenical Patriarch’s face visibly turned red!

"Your nephew? That bastard who almost got excommunicated for raping a member of the church? How dare you associate him with the word 'piety'? You are blaspheming the Lord!"

The patriarch was beyond furious, his eyes filled with an almost cold light, and he said in a low voice, "In the name of the universal patriarch, I declare that you are dismissed! The Oversight Council will immediately intervene and monitor your actions!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this!
The universal patriarch, or grand patriarch, was originally a very easy-going old man. Although he was in charge of more than half of the Orthodox parishes, he would never do such a cruel thing.

After all, they are all beneficiaries of the system, so doing this is a bit excessive and not really necessary.

Everyone had this easygoing attitude, after all, the Eastern Orthodox Church did not have the same extensive power and huge influence as Christianity. They were suppressed under the state and generally had a very lax attitude.

But now, the Patriarch is surprisingly tough.

"I don't want to say it a second time. Do you think this is a discussion with you? Hmm?" The Ecumenical Patriarch's voice carried a chill originating from the Slavs, making everyone present feel the Siberian winter!
"The Lord's glory has already fallen, and the Eastern Orthodox Church will also become a place where the Lord's glory is spread. Everyone should follow the teachings of the Bible. Do you understand what I mean?"

“Everyone who violates the doctrine will be punished. The devout will return to their place. We are the Lord’s shepherds, but some people overstep their bounds and act as if they are the Lord. Shouldn’t they be punished?”

"If we don't punish ourselves, are we really going to wait until the Lord is angry and sends angels of punishment down to earth to judge each and every one of us?"

These words made all of these people, who usually held high positions, tremble!

"Finally... it's finally here?" Someone slumped off their seat in despair.

Can we really turn back?

"Who is the pious one, and who is it?"

The group looked around and sadly realized that most of them could hardly be called "devout," and to call them blasphemous would be an understatement.

They all had fat heads and big ears, and were incredibly revered, yet not a trace of piety or faith could be seen in them.

“Patriarch, you are an incredibly devout martyr, a devotee respected by everyone, but we are not! We have families, races, lives... You are able to be supremely devout, what should we do?”

In the end, one of them chose to turn the tables. They all knew how cruel the terrible purge of the Catholic Church was. The reason why Angus could command so much respect was not only because of his power, but also because of his brutal purge of those Catholic churches!

And now, this purge is going to be carried out in the Orthodox Church? Won't their deals with the oligarchs, their exploitation and persecution of local believers, all be exposed?
Upon hearing this, the Patriarch's gaze swept over him. "I remember you. You are Nicholas, the Archbishop of the Ural region—are you also one of these parasites? You have disappointed me greatly!"

The Patriarch never expected that this person he once valued so highly would also become one of the greedy.

He shook his head regretfully, "If I had time, I would really like to have a good talk with you about the issue of faith, but unfortunately, I don't have the time now!"

The Orthodox high-ranking members were puzzled, but they saw the Patriarch turn to Pope Mario beside him and say softly, "All the Orthodox believers are ready, but I may need some help!"

"The devout cannot receive their blessings, while the blasphemers occupy high positions! Can I pray to Heaven and ask for its help?"

"Of course, Patriarch, you have this right, and your faith tells me that you are qualified!"

Pope Mario's appearance before the high-ranking members of the Orthodox Church seemed to be an ultimatum, startling those who were still pondering the benefits the Patriarch could gain from going to the Vatican!
The Patriarch was already inside the church, slowly kneeling before the cross before him:
"Creator, my robes have sunk over Siberian slag!"

They weighed diamonds with a holy grail; they transported gold bars in a confessional.

They used a calamus statue as an auctioneer's gavel.

Please tear open this corrupt dome—

It's not to cool the fire, it's to let in some light!

"The Patriarch!" All the high-ranking officials were shocked. What had they just heard?
This so-called prayer was more like a complete revelation. Their Patriarch voluntarily declared the sins of his people to the Creator, which was tantamount to voluntarily giving up his future promotion.
These people don't understand, but they never have the chance to understand!

Someone suddenly looked up and saw that above them, a ray of sunlight had pierced through the dome of the building, then poured down golden light, making the dust in the light mist float like words of repentance!
The next second, endless scriptures appeared in the air, and golden light appeared in the sky above St. Petersburg, astonishing the people of the entire city and even alarming the nearby army!
The entire city was alarmed. They looked up, somewhat astonished, at the enormous creature before them, and then knelt down.

The power of the Orthodox Church in this country was already dominant, with immense and ever-expanding influence—everyone knew that!
In the sky, white clouds drifted by, slowly forming the image of a colossal creature before everyone's eyes.

That was clearly a "person," a person with thirty-six wings on their back, or rather, an angel!
Meanwhile, the Patriarch and others, who were originally in the Vatican, arrived in St. Petersburg, the ancient holy city, the moment the angels arrived, and witnessed the scene.

The thirty-six-winged archangel in the sky had already told everyone its identity and origin.

Behind them, the bishops from the Vladimir Cathedral filed out, facing the Patriarch.

“The Patriarch is confused! We can discuss this…” Nicholas said loudly, as if speaking like this would extricate himself from that special responsibility.

“Yes, we have connections with the highest levels of government in St. Petersburg and Russia. Don’t push us!” someone said, putting on airs.

This is their usual method of coercing the Patriarch into compromise, and it's a tried-and-true tactic.

But this time they found that no one present was paying any attention to them; instead, they were all looking at the angel.

The Patriarch bowed his head, tears streaming down his face, and knelt before the angels in the sky, saying, "I have sinned, and if given the chance, I would like to ask the Creator for atonement!"

At that very moment, the bishops, who had been about to say something, fell silent.

They then realized that the networks of relationships, chains of interests, and even connections with the highest levels of the government they had built were so insignificant and helpless in the face of such extraordinary power.

Why would extraordinary forces care about their so-called "balances"?
The enormous angel lowered his gaze, looking at the weeping Patriarch, and gently raised his hand to wipe away his falling tears:

"Your tears are still murky, allow me to purify them!"

A tremendous sound, accompanied by extraordinary visuals, unfolded before everyone. In the hand of a giant angel, a seemingly tiny teardrop appeared, revealing a unique scene.

The scene depicts high-ranking Orthodox Christians accepting bribes, bishops discussing human trafficking, and priests greedily drinking vodka and caviar with officials...

The trial began with the Patriarch, and it was swift and brutal!

The Siberian cold wind blew down on everyone's heads, just like every great purge over the years, fierce and scorching!

“Once the trial begins, it can never be stopped!” Mario said.

The Patriarch nodded firmly, “Without cleansing, there is no light. I am willing to pay the price with my life to achieve this complete restoration!”

The Patriarch's aged face was full of determination!
The Slavs have never been cowards; what they need is this kind of brutal purge, because they don't learn from beatings or lessons, they only learn from bloodshed!
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(End of this chapter)