Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 85 You call this God?

With the opening of the sixth time portal.

Murphy, wearing an exoskeleton, finally appeared.

"salute!"

With Murphy's arrival, Wilson gave the order, and all 140 members of the Wild Wolves Squadron simultaneously stood at attention, their right fists slamming into their left chests in unison, the exoskeleton joints emitting a synchronized grinding sound.

Murphy's gaze swept across each of those faces.

Wilson, Cheng Hongtu, Kirk, Nancy, Peter ———

"At ease."

Murphy raised his hand, walked up to Wilson, and looked him up and down.

She's lost weight, and her bones are more prominent, but her eyes are still so bright.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Sir, you're right," Wilson grinned. "The guys are having a good time here, with work to do every day."

Murphy nodded and said nothing more.

Wilson stepped aside and gestured for him to come this way. "Sir, this way. I'll give you a detailed report on the situation."

The group walked through the town streets, which had been converted into a military fortress, and entered a three-story building that looked dilapidated on the outside but was heavily guarded on the inside.

The operations command center is on the second floor. The room is small, with screens and maps covering all four walls.

In the very center was a long table covered with a hand-drawn topographical map of the area surrounding the holy city, densely marked with various symbols.

Wilson pulled up a chair and waited for Murphy to sit down before calling out towards the door.

"Cheng Hongtu, close the door. Nancy, adjust the data."

As the door closed, the largest display screen on the wall lit up.

"Sir, as you requested, we have mainly done three things during this period."

He tapped the screen, and the view switched to a panoramic view of the holy city taken by a drone.

On the screen, the outline of the holy city appeared particularly oppressive against the gray-black sky.

"This world is different from the world we live in. In addition to humans, there exists a kind of creature that feeds on blood, which we call vampires."

"These two races have been at war for thousands of years, so as you can see, this world has been completely desolate. The remaining humans are now scattered across seven giant cities on this planet, the one closest to us and also the largest, which is known as the Holy City."

"The population is approximately 300,000. The rulers are a religious sect, officially known as the New Human Union Holy See. It integrates military and political power, and prioritizes faith."

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Wilson's pointer drew a circle on the screen.

"The core armed force of this Vatican is called the Holy City Guard, which has about five thousand men and is mainly equipped with cold weapons and some gunpowder weapons. In addition, there is an elite force called the Exorcists, which is small in number but extremely powerful in combat."

Upon hearing this, Murphy raised an eyebrow. Exorcist priest, why does he look so familiar?

"Wilson, I'd like to ask if there's an exorcist named Paul in that papacy?"

"Uh, sir, you know."

"really!"

Murphy didn't speak, but he already understood.

Paul, vampires, the Vatican—isn't this just like the movie Exorcist?

Murphy originally thought that the so-called travel to another world would be a parallel world or another universe, but he didn't expect it to be a movie world. But that's fine too.

It's better to have traceable events in a movie than to have an untraceable alternate world.

Murphy stroked his chin, about to let Wilson continue, when he suddenly noticed a photograph on the corner of the table with two words written on it—God.

"Wilson, whose photo is this?"

Wilson leaned closer for a look and casually replied, "Oh, this? The God of this world is the one worshipped by the Vatican."

"You're saying this is God?"

"right."

Wilson nodded. "They're everywhere in that so-called holy city. The Vatican calls them the Transfiguration of the Father, supposedly the true face left behind by God himself after leading humanity to defeat the largest vampire lair a thousand years ago."

You call this God?

Murphy didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at the photo.

Golden hair, golden armor, holding a long spear, deep-set eyes, and a straight nose.

Is this God?

If the guy in the photo wasn't riding a horse, didn't have the Emperor's Sword and Lightning Claw in his hand, and didn't have a dazzling halo behind him...

Murphy felt that perhaps calling him the Emperor would be more appropriate.

Well, whoever this guy is, whether he's God or a weasel, he's been dead for thousands of years anyway.

And it didn't leave behind any mess, such as the huge warship flying overhead, or soldiers who were two or three meters tall and wearing power armor.

Otherwise, the war between humans and vampires wouldn't have continued until now.

And no matter what, he's determined to have this world.

Although the world of Exorcists is now a wasteland, the land has long been burned to ashes by war that has raged for thousands of years.

The land is parched and cracked, the water sources are dried up, but there are people in this world, and they are people who have been tamed.

More importantly, neither MOSS nor UEG exists in this world.

He can do whatever he wants.

Since the people of this world like gods and like faith, then let him be that god, the God of this world.

But the question now is how to take over the world.

Although his forces were not small, consisting of 140 members of the Wild Wolves Squadron dressed in exoskeletons.

In addition, there are helicopters, armored vehicles, drones, and some artillery pieces that ended up on the black market in the last century.

But taking over a city of 30 people is obviously not an easy task.

After thinking for a long time, Murphy spoke.

"Skynet".

"Yes, Master."

"As the person with the highest authority, recommend a plan to take down the Holy City."

"Yes, Master."

The server, buried deep beneath the command center, began running at full speed, and the screen switched a few moments later.

A complex flowchart emerged, accompanied by densely packed text descriptions.

"Master, based on the current intelligence on the Holy City and our existing resources, and after multiple rounds of simulations, I suggest starting with faith to dismantle the foundation of the Papacy's rule and achieve control over the world at the lowest possible cost."

Murphy leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen without saying a word.

Wilson stood to the side, his brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't interrupt.

The first chart unfolds on the screen.

"The Holy City has a population of about 300,000, with the core ruling class being the Supreme Council of the Papacy, consisting of about 20 members. The middle class consists of clergy at various levels and officers of the Guard, totaling about 800 people, while the bottom class consists of ordinary citizens, who make up more than 95 percent of the population."

"The Papacy's rule is built on two pillars. First, the ongoing war against vampires. Second, its monopoly on the interpretation of the religious beliefs represented by the transfiguration of the Father."

The Skynet voice paused, and another set of images switched on the screen.

That's a drone shot of the streets of the holy city.

Ragged people lined up to receive relief, with guards holding sticks standing by.

The walls of the dilapidated shantytown were covered with images of "God".