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Chapter 75 The Two Major Churches in New York

The interior of the Dagon Church.

"High Priest, are we just going to let the Yellow King's church be built so openly in New York?"

The resentment in Evans' heart burned like a ignited flame, growing ever stronger.

He clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with defiance and anger, as if he wanted to materialize this emotion, break through the church walls, and strike the location of the Yellow King's church.

He has now devoted himself entirely to Cthulhu, waiting only to make outstanding contributions in the mortal realm before returning to R'lyeh after his death to continue serving Him.

Now, the enemy of the Great Father intends to establish his own place of faith in this place he regards as a holy city.

How could Evans, one of his father’s most beloved children, endure such humiliation?

"Evans, you mustn't be rude. No matter how much of an enemy He is, He is still a god. We mortals cannot disrespect gods. You should address Him as Your Majesty."

Casillas frowned and corrected Evans.

The burning anger in Evans' heart was extinguished in an instant, but it also made his eyes look more complicated.

"Yes, High Priest Casillas, you are right, I lost my composure."

Evans lowered his head and responded respectfully, but the resentment in his heart did not completely dissipate; it was simply buried deeper within him.

"Regarding the construction of the Church of the King in Yellow."

Casillas paused here before continuing.

"We are powerless to stop her now. The Ancient One has made great contributions on the battlefield and is so powerful. There is nothing we can do for her now."

At this point, Casillas felt a surge of anger. Those two-faced people were now observing the situation after discovering that yet another god had appeared.

To put it bluntly, they are waiting for the best offer; whichever deity offers the most benefits, they will convert to that deity.

What are they doing? Are they trying to make a deal with a great god?

What blasphemy!

"But it is precisely at times like these that the resilience and purity of our Dagon Church are put to the test. Evans, what we must do is not to blindly confront or compromise, but to uphold our faith and prove through our actions that true faith is not to be profaned."

Casillas sighed helplessly; this was all he could do for now.

At least their church has been developing for some time and has gained many advantages. I believe it won't be so easy for the Ancient One to catch up with him.

"High Priest, I am willing to be that light, to illuminate the confused hearts of believers, and to let them see Dagon's greatness and mercy."

Since it's not feasible to take action against the Yellow King's church right now, Evans won't impulsively provoke them on his own.

Now, the only thing I really need to do is recruit more believers.

"Besides, it's not like we can't do anything."

A glint of confidence flashed in Casillas's eyes, though even Evans had no idea where that confidence came from.

However, having confidence is a good thing; otherwise, Evans really wouldn't know where to go in this game.

Perhaps, launching a suicidal attack on the Ancient One to become a martyr wouldn't be so bad.

On the other hand, compared to the gloom of the Dagon Church, the Brotherhood of the Yellow Kings on the Ancient One's side seemed to be in high spirits.

"How wonderful, Master Ancient One, this new sect leader—no, our great master—He is truly generous!"

Modu said this with great joy, for the loss of his magical power over a long period of time had made the monk feel increasingly pained.

Unable to find a new overlord and unable to let go of his obsession, he simply went to join Casillas.

Fortunately, the Ancient One found them a new leader. This leader was extremely generous and was recommended by the Ancient One, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Moreover, you won't know how useful the borrowed magic power is until you use it!

Even without realizing it, Mordo came to regard it as his master.

And it wasn't just him; the other sorcerers were the same, except for the Ancient One and the King.

"Yes, Mordo, the grace of His Majesty the King in Yellow is like the warm spring sun, not only illuminating our path but also warming the hearts of every Brotherhood member."

Ancient One stood in front of the newly completed Church of the Yellow King, gazing at the magnificent and mysterious building, a hint of melancholy flickering in his eyes.

In fact, the Ancient One's magical power had not recovered much, and she did not dare to borrow from the King in Yellow like she had from Dormammu.

Dormammu was under her control; she could use His power as she pleased, borrow it as she pleased, and not return it if she wanted to.

However, this King in Yellow is different.

If you take a little of His power, you will have a stronger connection with Him. But if you take too much, you will never be able to escape His grasp.

This was an extremely unpleasant loan experience for Gu Yi, who had a history of not repaying her debts.

Therefore, she did not dare to borrow too much magic power from this deity.

Otherwise, even if he couldn't subdue Banner, who had undergone several enhancements, he wouldn't have been beaten to that extent.

"Master Gu Yi, you look very worried. Has something happened?"

Mordo noticed the Ancient One's subtle emotions and asked her with concern. He knew very well the Ancient One's wisdom and resilience, and that her worries at this moment were definitely not trivial.

"Master Mordo, have you noticed? Although His Majesty the King in Yellow is powerful, the price behind him is not to be ignored."

Although I borrowed a small amount of magical power to tide me over, this also forged a closer bond between me and Him. This bond, like a double-edged sword, both empowered and restricted my freedom.

The Ancient One spoke slowly, his eyes revealing worry about the unknown.

"You mean...?"

Upon hearing this, Modu's expression turned strange.

"My concern is that as our connection with His Majesty the King in Yellow deepens, we may gradually lose ourselves and become puppets of His will."

There was unease in the Ancient One's tone. The Eye of Agamotto was no longer usable, and she couldn't see or know what the future held.

For example, Doctor Strange, whom she originally intended to be her future successor, is now someone whose fate she can no longer foresee.

Accepting the power of the King in Yellow was a last resort.

If this is not done, many mages will be unable to accept the gradual loss of their magic power and will become mortals, and will instead seek refuge with Kaecilius.

Although the Ancient One did not know what kind of sovereign the King in Yellow was, she knew that Cthulhu, to whom Kaecilius served, was not someone to be trifled with.

"Master Ancient One, I think you're overthinking it. Our master is so generous, how could He do such a thing?"

Mordo said with a smile that was both radiant and fake.

(End of this chapter)