Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Chapter 89 I Became

Just as the people were immersed in the blessings of the "holy rain," the enormous pillar of light that stretched from heaven to earth began to shrink and fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It eventually condensed into a golden stream of light about three meters in diameter, like a passage connecting heaven and earth.

At the bottom of the passage, the majestic figure riding a golden warhorse began to slowly descend along the stream of light.

The horse's hooves barely touched the ground, yet it felt as if it were stepping on invisible steps.

"Thump."

A soft, muffled sound, like metal hitting a stone slab.

As the horses disappeared, a three-meter-tall golden figure clad in golden armor descended upon the center of the cathedral square.

So close that some people in the front row could even clearly see every ray of light flowing across the golden armor.

The crowd instinctively took a half step back, but then, driven by intense awe, bowed their bodies again.

The next second, the air behind the golden figure twisted violently once again.

A massive gate of light, about five meters high and ten meters wide, suddenly opened up several meters behind the golden figure without warning, leaving a deathly silence.

Even the sound of breathing had almost disappeared.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the door of light.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of synchronized footsteps came from deep within the portal.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The first figure stepped out of the portal.

It was also a full-body golden armor, only simpler than the golden figure.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth —

Squads and columns of identical golden-armored soldiers marched out of the portal in perfect unison.

After they stepped out of the portal, they automatically split into two lines, quickly spreading out on either side of the "Father's" figure and extending all the way to the portal.

Ten people, twenty people, fifty people, one hundred and forty people —

Finally, a total of 140 soldiers in golden armor formed two solemn square formations, standing behind and on both sides of the "Holy Father".

After the soldiers had completely walked out of the portal, the portal slowly disappeared.

At that moment, the last trace of doubt in the hearts of the crowd in the square, and even the residents of the holy city who saw this scene on various screens, completely disappeared.

Miracles can be faked, and voices can be imitated, but who but a true god could create such a gate of light that appeared out of nowhere, or such a hundred silent and majestic "heavenly soldiers"?

"Thump!"

It's unclear who was the first to completely collapse, lying face down with their forehead pressed firmly against the cold, damp stone slab.

Immediately, like waves of wheat blown down by a gale, starting from the bishops, priests, and the remaining guards at the front, then moving to the wealthy merchants and officers behind them, and further afield to the dense crowd of people, one after another, one after another, everyone knelt down in fervent worship toward the golden figure in the center of the square, toward that golden army.

The entire holy city fell silent at that moment, with only the wet stone slabs after the drizzle reflecting the kneeling figures and the dazzling gold in the center of the square, as bright as the sun.

"Master, congratulations on becoming God."

Inside the renovated and emptied cathedral, Murphy sat on the golden throne, listening to Skynet's broadcast, looking quite pleased with himself.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Why resort to violence against a group of ignorant people? He easily subdued them with just a few tricks.

For example, the beam of light that appeared when he made his entrance was actually created by Murphy using several helicopters with high-powered searchlights.

As for that towering figure, it was nothing more than a combination of projection and miniature drones.

If drones could create such a powerful illusion in Dubai in his previous life, it would be incredibly easy for Murphy, who has access to Skynet and even more advanced technology.

The two attacks that came out of the eyes were nothing more than specially made white phosphorus tracer bullets.

It doesn't have strong penetrating power, but it contains enough white phosphorus to easily burn a person to ashes.

Even those so-called holy rains were nothing more than Murphy spraying them from a specific altitude using drones.

However, those waters contained a high concentration of negative oxygen ions, as well as trace amounts of soothing agents and painkillers.

Then there's his specially customized A1-3 enhanced exoskeleton.

While Wilson and the exorcists were busy around the world, Murphy wasn't doing nothing.

With its factory expanded to its limit, coupled with a continuous influx of talent and integrated precision manufacturing machines, many previously insurmountable technical barriers were broken in just 42 days.

These advanced technologies, combined with Skynet's meticulously crafted scripts and enhanced loudspeaker drones, worked together to achieve their intended effect.

This is how the decisive blow was achieved.

Now, three days have passed since his narrow victory in the Holy City.

In these three days, the Holy City was in turmoil.

There are only two things in the world that cannot be looked at directly: the sun and the human heart.

Although Murphy used his power to suppress everything, there were still some evil spirits who were unwilling to accept defeat and unwilling to have their power taken away by him, their saintly father.

They tried to resist, but it was no use.

Thanks to the Vatican's long-term propaganda, the belief in the Father has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Now that the Father has appeared, to disobey the Father, to disobey God, is to disobey everything.

No one was willing to support them.

Even if a small number of people tried to instigate a rebellion using the assassins they had trained, it was to no avail.

The 140 members of the Wild Wolves squadron that Murphy brought, along with the drones scattered throughout the city, were enough to suppress everything.

Moreover, the people who have been exploited do not want to go back to the past.

Everyone is their eyes, everyone is their ears.

They had nowhere to escape.

Even the most steadfast exorcists in the holy city were unwilling to offer help.

In just three days, Murphy had already taken initial control of the Holy City, and only the final step remained.

However, to be honest, sitting on this golden throne is really uncomfortable.

"I wonder why that so-called God from a thousand years ago would have taken a liking to this hard lump."

Murphy shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

"Skynet, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready, Master. All equipment is in place, and the plan can begin."

Upon hearing this, Murphy nodded and clapped his hands lightly.

The next second, the church doors suddenly swung open.

Ten members of the Wild Wolves squad, clad in golden armor, escorted Murphy as he slowly walked out of the church.

The moment the church doors opened, the square and streets were already packed with a dense crowd.

Countless eyes, filled with tears, fervor, and an indescribable anticipation, stared intently at the golden figure.

At the same time, Skynet, which had already intervened and taken full control of the Holy City's surveillance network, launched its first command.

"Buzz"

The buzzing sound, like the flapping of countless giant bees' wings, pressed in from all directions.

The people in the square looked up in horror, only to see the black dust haze above the holy city beginning to churn violently.

The next second, countless beams of light, more intense and concentrated than the midday sun, pierced down from above the clouds without warning!

The projected light seemed to have a life of its own, constantly changing shape.

A moment later, a figure exactly like Murphy, so huge that half the holy city could see it, slowly appeared.