Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 87 God Has Arrived

After straightening his perfectly wrinkle-free robe sleeves, Jeff walked steadily toward the cathedral's two massive doors, each ten meters high and inlaid with gold, silver, and jewels, amidst the bows of the bishops.

Inside the door lies another world.

The towering dome seems to lead straight to heaven, and under the illumination of countless candlesticks and hidden electric lights, the stained glass windows left over from thousands of years ago seem to be radiating a dazzling light.

The air was filled with a heavy smell of wax and aged wood.

The long passageway was lined with prominent figures from the holy city.

Wealthy businessmen in fine clothes, high-ranking military officers adorned with medals, and bishops who usually wield absolute power in their respective dioceses, but who at this moment dare not even breathe loudly.

Jeff kept his eyes straight ahead, walking along the scarlet carpet.

Finally, he reached the end and stepped onto the white marble platform in the center of the main hall.

At the center of the high platform was an elaborate pulpit, also carved from white marble, and behind it was a throne made of pure gold.

It is said to have been created and left behind by God when He appeared to Him a thousand years ago.

Above the platform hung a silver megaphone, with several thick black wires extending from behind and disappearing into the shadows.

The audience was packed with people.

The front row consisted of bishops, priests, military officers, and wealthy businessmen.

Behind them were ordinary people who had undergone "strict screening" and represented "devout believers".

Jeff stood behind the pulpit, gently placing his hands on the cool, smooth surface of the table, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces below, all holding their breath in suspense.

"Cough—cough—"

Jeff cleared his throat and coughed twice into the loudspeaker, as was his habit.

"My dear brothers and sisters!"

Jeff's voice was amplified by several loudspeakers in front of the stage and instantly transmitted out of the cathedral through electronic cameras, resounding throughout every corner of the holy city. Accompanying the voice was his face, which appeared on all the screens.

"On this holy Advent Day, we gather here once again to bask in the grace of the Father, remembering His coming a thousand years ago, which dispelled the darkness and brought us the dawn of our continued existence!"

Jeff's words were very ornate, with intonation and full of religious rhetoric.

However, the internal verification was extremely empty, with no substantial content other than promising a little extra relief food.

Unfortunately, they monopolized the right to interpret "God," yet they couldn't offer anything that "God" should truly give to his people.

For example, a better life, true hope.

Just as Jeff's speech reached its climax, as he opened his arms as if to embrace the believers below the stage and loudly appealed, "Hold fast to your faith, endure suffering, the Father is with us!" a strange change occurred.

"Buzz!!!"

A deafeningly loud bang, without any warning, exploded!

The enormous sound waves, like a real tsunami, swept wildly in all directions from the center of the church!

"Splash!!!"

Above the platform, the stained glass windows, which had stood for thousands of years and symbolized holiness and eternity, shattered all at the same moment!

Thousands upon thousands of stained glass shards, like a torrential downpour whipped up by a gale, poured down onto the interior of the hall!

"ah!!!"

"Holy Father!!"

After a brief silence, a heart-wrenching wail suddenly erupted.

The crowd was in complete chaos, like an anthill doused with boiling water.

The well-dressed VIPs in the front row no longer cared about their dignity. They scrambled under their chairs or covered their heads with their arms, letting the shards of glass tear through their gorgeous robes and well-maintained skin.

The "devout believers" in the back row were in complete chaos, pushing and shoving each other, trampling on each other, just wanting to get as far away from that damned dome as possible.

Archbishop Jeff stood frozen on the high platform, his body trembling slightly.

It wasn't the cold, it was the fear.

What happened?!

Enemy attack? Vampires have broken in? Impossible! Those stinking monsters have already been wiped out by them.

Earthquake? Natural disaster?

Despite not understanding the situation, Jeff knew one thing: if he didn't leave, he was doomed.

He disregarded his usual image, tearing at his magnificent robes and pulling them up to his chest, then surged out of the church with the crowd at a speed completely out of character for his age.

After finally managing to rush out of the church after the lockdown was lifted, he looked up and froze again.

A beam of light, indescribable in its brilliance and breathtaking in its own right, shot straight down from directly above the holy city, beyond that eternally gray and oppressive sky!

The beam of light was probably tens of meters in diameter, as solid as a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth in mythology. It pierced through the clouds in an instant and tore apart the industrial dust that had shrouded the holy city for years.

Light!

Boundless light instantly covered the core area at the very center of the holy city.

Everything illuminated by this light was broken houses, dirty streets, and terrified crowds.

Even the dust floating in the air seemed to be gently covered by a flowing golden veil, coated with a sacred halo.

The chaos miraculously ceased.

The people who had been running away with their heads in their hands stopped in their tracks. The priest, his face covered in blood, forgot his pain, and the wealthy man huddled under his chair opened his eyes wide.

Everyone, regardless of status or piety, seemed frozen in place, staring blankly upwards at the pillar of light, at the place where it descended.

Archbishop Jeff saw it too.

Because he was standing higher, he could see even more clearly.

He saw something slowly taking shape at the core of the pillar of light.

That outline—outline—

Jeff's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!

No—impossible!

Absolutely impossible!!!

As if in response to the frantic shout in his heart, the outline in the beam of light quickly became clear.

It was a figure riding a magnificent warhorse, completely shrouded in golden armor!

Her long, golden hair moved without wind in the stream of light, like the flames of a burning sun.

He held the reins with one hand and a strangely shaped spear in the other, the tip of which pointed diagonally at the ground.

His face was mostly covered by a mask, revealing only his strong jawline and a pair of calm eyes that looked down upon all living beings.

"The Holy Father—the Transfiguration—"

Archbishop Jeff made a strange "hoarse" sound from his throat, and if it weren't for a servant supporting him, he would have almost collapsed to the ground on the spot.

That face—that armor—that posture—

It is not exactly the same as his daily worship, his use of it to rule over the people, or the image of the Holy Father that hangs in his bedroom.

This is the real one!

That portrait was nothing more than a poor imitation!

The golden figure in the pillar of light slightly raised the hand holding the spear.

With just a slight movement, the light throughout the world seemed to pulsate in response.

Immediately following, a majestic and deep voice, transmitted clearly through the omnipresent light, reached every corner of the holy city.

"I have returned."

The voice was calm, devoid of anger or joy, possessing only an absolute majesty that transcended all things.