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Chapter 110 The Current Situation of the Churches on Both Sides

On a farm far from the city of New York, the owner has gone to tend his land.

Meanwhile, hundreds of people dressed in black robes were gathered on his farm.

They constantly monitor the farm's surroundings to prevent anyone from breaking in.

The farmer's original house was naturally borrowed by the man in black robes for his core group of a dozen or so high-ranking members to use for meetings.

"High Priest, what should we do? Our believers in New York are either being forced to convert or are in jail. Our faith in New York is on the verge of complete destruction!"

Evans said bitterly, even the white tycoon had been arrested by now.

When that holy son displayed his miracles, he, who had already become a monster, actually revealed his true form.

So, at the president's behest, he was taken down by agents of the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D.

His vast fortune was naturally devoured by the other gentlemen.

Evans' voice was filled with despair and resentment, but the anger in his eyes never died down; it was the pain of having his faith trampled on.

"Yes, we almost succeeded, but in the end..."

Casillas's voice was equally filled with resentment. The plan was progressing smoothly, but at the last moment, it was ruined by that god who had no martial virtue!

If it weren't for the Yellow King disregarding his status and attacking mortals, their great Cthulhu would have had no choice but to intervene to protect them.

As a result, the conflict between the two gods attracted the attention of Yahweh's holy son, and surprisingly, he still couldn't win.

Casillas naturally did not believe that Cthulhu, whom he worshipped, was no match for a mere holy son of the other party.

The great Cthulhu is slumbering within R'lyeh. This time, only an avatar of his has descended, while the other side has descended in his true form, thus giving the opponent a great advantage.

Otherwise, the great Cthulhu could easily crush a mere Holy Son with a flick of his wrist.

"The wheel of fate never stops turning because of individual will. Although we encounter setbacks, the flame of faith has never been extinguished. True believers can find the path to light even in darkness."

Casillas did not give up. Their foundation was not damaged, and they still had hundreds of priests. The Church of Dagon would not be so easily destroyed!

"But High Priest, what should we do now? The church is in a terrible state."

No matter how nicely Casillas puts it, just like the "hunt in the north," the Church of Dagon is now like a stray dog.

The appearance of the deity caused the members of the Dagon Church to flee New York in a panic, without taking anything with them.

Not only the cash in the church, but even the items blessed by God were all lost in New York.

After they escaped, they discovered that all the funds in their accounts had been frozen.

Otherwise, the prestigious Dagon Church would not have engaged in such cult-like acts of murder and land grabbing.

In truth, they had nothing left but people.

"New York, we can never go back."

The thought of the Holy Son's immense power made Casillas feel a little apprehensive, and after hearing about the Holy Son's miracles today, Casillas dared not go any further.

Before the great Cthulhu awakens, New York will be his forbidden territory. There's no way around it; no one knows if that holy son will be as shameless as the King in Yellow and attack them, the priests.

"Now that New York is a thing of the past, we must look to the future and seek new hope in the unknown."

Casillas's voice was hesitant; as the leader, he didn't actually know where to go.

"We need to rebuild, to start from a new beginning, to let our faith take root and sprout in the darkness, until it shines brightly once again."

But where should this new beginning be?

"High Priest, there is something I am unsure whether I should say or not."

Seeing Casillas's worried expression, a priest slowly stepped forward, intending to share his insights with Casillas, hoping to offer some enlightenment to the bewildered leader.

Casillas turned around, a hint of weariness in his eyes. He nodded slightly, unaware of the strange glint in the priest's eyes, and gestured for the priest to continue.

"High Priest, since we can become Deep Ones, why don't we go to the seashore and cultivate the great Cthulhu cult?"

Upon hearing this, Casillas's eyes widened suddenly. "That's right, why don't they develop their business by the sea?"

At the seaside, as deep-sea divers, they can advance or retreat as they please, unlike those helpless in big cities. At worst, they can develop in the deep sea. Who would chase them there?

Why did I initially decide to develop my career in the city?

It seems they came to New York to find the Holy Son, but then got caught up in the city's glamour and decided to stay.

Looking back now, I really shouldn't have done that. If we had developed our business by the sea earlier, none of this would have happened.

"Very good, that's a great suggestion. I appreciate it. What's your name?"

"Obeid, Obeid Marsh."

"Ancient One, what exactly do you mean by this? The Lord provides us with strength and steps forward in times of crisis, and you, in the Church's most critical moment, are going to abandon Him?"

Mordo glared angrily at the Ancient One, his anger raging like a volcano about to erupt. After so many years of cultivation, he should be able to suppress his anger, but today he just couldn't.

"Modu, my friend, I understand your anger, but please allow me to explain."

The Ancient One's voice remained as gentle as ever, but now that gentleness seemed so glaring to Mordo.

Hypocritical, so incredibly hypocritical!

"Modu, the power of the King in Yellow is not something we mages can easily control. If we continue to use His power, sooner or later we will become the King in Yellow's slaves."

Ancient One sighed. Now, she had to admit that she ultimately could not control the power of the King in Yellow.

Unlike previous dimensional demons such as Dormammu, she couldn't simply take the Yellow King's power for free.

"Ancient One, you used the power of the King in Yellow for so long, and after His brief defeat, you say such things?"

Just as Casillas said, you are disgustingly hypocritical!

The Ancient One could sense Mordo's anger, but...

"Mordo, I know you are filled with doubt and anger towards me right now, but please believe me, all the decisions I have made are based on a deep love for this world and careful consideration for the future. I hope you can understand that it is after recognizing the truth that you can, like me, reject the power of the King in Yellow."

"Never, Ancient One, that day will never come!"

The Ancient One sighed, waved his hands, and left before Mordo could stop him, leaving Mordo and the remaining sorcerers behind.

"Ancient One, you coward!"

"coward!"

(End of this chapter)