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Chapter 94. I will show you the true faith and mythology.

After a while, the archbishop and the saintess's faction, a total of 12 high-ranking members, gathered in the saintess's palace and came to a secret meeting room with multiple layers of soundproofing.

Outside, many bishops who were not qualified to sit were waiting in the corridor. These important figures, who were usually high and mighty in front of the believers, were now like restrained attendants, their faces full of tension and solemnity.

A faction rarely issues such an emergency call to action; when it does, it is always a critical moment for the faction's survival.

Inside the conference room, Hai Mo stood before a statue, patiently waiting for the archbishops, cardinals, and the high priests she was trying to win over to take their seats, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Then, she grabbed a piece of black cloth from the side and swung it forcefully, covering the bizarre-style statue behind her.

Such an opening statement was clearly unexpected, leaving only gasps of surprise in the room.

Three seconds later, these high-ranking officials widened their eyes, making no attempt to hide their shock and anger.

"Your Holiness, do you know what you are doing?"

"The idols are covered in dust—this is blasphemy! Utter blasphemy!"

"Siren, have you gone mad? Are you going to betray your vows and beliefs?"

"As far as I know, she has been studying those heretical deep meditations these days, and her mind has probably been corrupted or controlled by the heretics."

"What are you still sitting there for? Arrest her right now!"

"Don't be impulsive. She must have something to rely on to do this. Don't forget, she possesses a sacred artifact—"

The most agitated of them all was the high priest who had been specially invited. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Haimo, and his white beard trembled with anger.

Then she turned back to glare at the archbishop who had dragged her there, and demanded, "My Lord, Akani, is this the saint you trained? Is this your sincerity in trying to win me over?"

Archbishop Akani didn't appear overtly agitated, but his anger was barely contained. He asked in a low, serious tone, "Haimo, you have one minute to explain."

"Heh~ Please be patient."

Haimo remained calm, her smile still composed and confident. She picked up the crystal ball that had been prepared beforehand and said to the archbishop, "Your Majesty Archani, please activate it for me."

"What exactly do you want?"

The archbishop frowned slightly and asked warily.

"Please activate it for me."

Haimo didn't explain, but simply repeated her request, her beautiful sea-blue eyes flashing with a flame of fervor.

Perhaps out of fear of the sacred object she possessed, or perhaps for other reasons, the archbishop ultimately released a burst of power from his palm, illuminating the crystal ball.

"Thank you~"

Haimo bowed gracefully to him, then suddenly raised her voice and announced to the crowd, "Now, I will show you the true faith and mythology."

As the words fell, a screen of light appeared above the crystal ball, displaying a series of paintings.

Those were all things she had seen through prayer, and with the help of the Siren's artifact and the crystal ball, the scenes from her memory were projected back to her.

The visuals are not smooth, resembling a series of PowerPoint slides, and are not very objective, having been embellished with many religious elements.

For example, feathers and petals fall from the sky, more anthropomorphic mechanical angels appear, and a large army of believers gathers on the ground, led by a golden, faceless follower, heading towards the darkness of the sky.

The enemies they faced were similar to those in the mythological tradition: either ferocious monsters or corrupt heretics.

The slides, pieced together and enhanced with visual effects, transformed a battle that lasted only two minutes into a grand epic that has been going on for countless years.

The Vatican officials below were dumbfounded. Their expressions gradually shifted from confusion and doubt to shock and excitement. Even the highest-ranking archbishop could not control his emotions, his face turning redder and his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Haimo then began chanting a hymn at just the right moment, the kind of battle song used to boost morale, further stimulating the audience's emotions and making them imagine that they had also entered the battlefield on screen, launching a fearless charge against the heretics.

The grand show only came to an end when no new images appeared on the screen and Haimo's singing stopped at the last note.

Then, she found a chair and sat at the head of the conference room, patiently waiting for the audience to come to their senses.

Archbishop Akani was the first to regain his senses. Trying to calm his agitated emotions, he asked in a slightly trembling voice, "They've returned? Our Lord has returned?"

Then came the elderly high priest, who practically slumped in his chair, breathing heavily, muttering blankly, "So that's how it is—I was wrong—we were all wrong—"

But some people didn't make it through.

Several elderly cardinals were already foaming at the mouth and slumped on the ground, their eyes rolled back and their bodies convulsing.

It wasn't because the scene was too exciting, but rather because people couldn't accept the deviation in the image of the angel.

Even among religious minds, there are differences between rigidity and flexibility, which leads to some people experiencing a severe shock to their faith when they see images of angels that can be described as heretical, and they are unable to recover for a while.

Actually, Hai Mo was also dizzy after watching this real battle of gods, but because she was of high rank and very young, she recovered after lying down for a while.

The archbishop was much the same, but fortunately, since taking the position, his faith was no longer as pure as it was in his youth, and he could not tolerate any questioning. Otherwise, he would definitely be the one lying on the ground now.

After the dizziness in his head gradually subsided, he released several divine spells, first calming the high priest who was about to faint, and then controlling the cardinals on the ground, making them fall into a deep sleep.

Then, he took out an old-fashioned parchment from his pocket, looked at the words that appeared on it, then stood up, faced Haimo, bowed respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "Please tell me the specific details."

He was the one who performed the magic that revealed the memory, and he personally handed the crystal ball to Haimo. He was more certain than anyone else of the authenticity of this memory.

As for that battle of gods, it was verified by that parchment and is undoubtedly true.

"Okay, but let's wait for them first."

Haimo looked at the others present. Some had not yet recovered from the shock of faith, while others were still in tears, sobbing. It was clearly not the time to speak yet.