Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 81 A New Identity (3/3) (New dungeon starts tomorrow)

"what?"

Hextech doubted he had misheard.

An autonomous federation, which merely declared that it no longer believed in God, without declaring that it had surrendered to hell, attracted the descent of angels and was completely wiped off the map, with more than ten million people being massacred.

"How can the things this angel did be even more ruthless than hell itself?" Hex couldn't help but ask.

"Is Heaven using fear to force humanity to believe in God?"

"Why doesn't Heaven exterminate the infidels who are entrenched in the Middle East?"

"Why not destroy the heretical kingdoms that occupy the Holy Land?"

"Is disbelief in God more serious than choosing to believe in the devil?!"

"Are the unbelievers more hateful than the heretics?"

Mondrian remained silent, his eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and complex emotions.

"Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!" Hextech slapped his forehead.

This world truly is a mad one. Hell is evil enough, but now even Heaven, humanity's only hope, is so twisted!

Slaughtered and tormented by demons of hell, and occupied by heretics, Heaven turned a blind eye. But once humanity abandons its so-called faith in God, it will immediately be punished by Heaven and completely wiped out.

This is not salvation at all; it is using fear to forcibly suppress faith!

Hex knew that the Bible contained accounts of divine punishment for unbelievers, but he never considered that this was not a lie used by the church to frighten people, but a real punishment that would come.

"Therefore, we must have faith in God; there is no room for negotiation," Mondrian said softly.

Hex slapped his forehead. No wonder the United Front, such an anti-church and anti-Christian traitorous organization, even though it openly hangs upside-down crosses, never dares to deny the existence of God.

If faith in God is completely denied, the archangels will likely descend from heaven immediately, unleashing heavenly fire and annihilating the entire united front.

"Now, I'm actually a little worried about going to London," Hex said, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's alright," Mondrian reassured him.

"Your learning achievements over this period of time are already quite outstanding."

"As long as you use what you've learned to disguise yourself well, there won't be any problems."

"London is not the Vatican, and the atmosphere within the Protestant Union is more relaxed than in Rome."

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice and solemnly warned, "However, you must be careful of the president of the Protestant Union."

Hextech looked up at him, his face full of surprise: "Is there something wrong with him?"

"I received intelligence that he has been secretly conducting evil rituals," Mondrian said in a deep voice.

"His family has been based in London for many years and wields considerable power."

"His sister is the current Queen of England, you must be very careful."

"However, I believe you have the ability to handle all difficulties."

"After all, you are the savior."

Mondrian glanced at his pocket watch and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

"That concludes our conversation for today. Ada will now guide you through the final preparations for departure."

After saying that, he nodded slightly, turned and left.

Although Hex still had a lot of doubts, he was certain of one thing: Mondrian had no ill intentions towards him.

Mondrian had already explained everything he could: he was just a pitiful man who knew the end was approaching and, after falling into despair, clung to the last glimmer of hope.

If you weren't truly desperate, who would believe that someone who appeared out of nowhere is a savior?

Even God could not be the savior.

Hextech couldn't help but feel sentimental; sometimes, thinking about it, it was somewhat pathetic.

Even the cardinal, living in despair every day, knew that military expansion could not stop the invasion of hell, yet he still tried in vain. No wonder he apostasy.

Isn't this also a wallfacer facing the despairing truth alone, struggling to hold on?

Hex pulled himself out of his thoughts and walked straight up to Ida.

Ada looked at him, a smile playing on her lips: "Mr. Edria?"

"Are you ready?"

"Adelia?" Hex looked puzzled, not recognizing the form of address.

"This is your new identity." Ada slapped a report directly onto Hex's chest.

This is a piece of identity information.

Hex Edria, from Newcastle, age 21

Father: Andre Edria.

Major, regimental commander of the 92nd Regiment of the Newcastle Army.

Biological mother: Philia Madel, nurse at Newcastle West Hospital, deceased.

Stepmother: Mary Edria, Associate Professor at Newcastle College.

The elder brother, Karls Adelya, died three days ago during the Hell invasion.

The brother's information was also detailed below.

Carls was exceptionally gifted from a young age, well-versed in various classics, and achieved excellent academic results. He participated in many important social activities and was a locally renowned child prodigy. Later, he joined the local church primary school, where he excelled academically and received high praise from some senior members of the Newcastle Church Federation.

Hex continued scrolling down to find an introduction to the Adriatic family, a military noble family in Newcastle that had been in power for three or four generations, starting from the Hundred Years' War, and was considered a relatively important military noble family in Newcastle.

The last page contains a letter of recommendation from Newcastle Junior Theological Seminary.

Oxford Theological Seminary Admissions Committee

[Formal recommendation for Hex Edria to study at Oxford Advanced Theological Seminary]

The following section contains a long paragraph providing evidence of how excellent Hextech is and how proficient it is in its field.

"The identity information you guys created is incredibly detailed," Hex couldn't help but exclaim.

"The United Front's intelligence work is meticulous, and this identity itself is mostly genuine," Ada said frankly.

"The parents and the deceased brother mentioned in the document are real people."

"The Adelia family was also a military aristocracy, as the records state."

"You are Hex Edria, the illegitimate son of Andre Edria."

"Your mother died shortly after you were born."

"Because of your status as an illegitimate child, you have been fostered by Anred in the village of Moremod, near Newcastle."

"No one in the family knows you exist."

"You were raised by a distant relative of your mother, an elderly woman."

"The old lady passed away three days ago, and the village was invaded by werewolves."

"It just so happens that Karl received news of you from his father."

"Kind-hearted him wanted to visit you, his younger brother, but just then, werewolves invaded."

"He sacrificed himself while protecting you, and the entire village was wiped out."

"Only you survived."

"Therefore, Father Andre had no choice but to take you back as his illegitimate son, so that you could inherit your brother's place and honor, and take his place at Oxford Theological Seminary."

Hextech was completely stunned: "Brother dies, brother takes his place? That's actually possible?"

"Can these quotas be inherited at will?"

"This is the unspoken rule," Ada said calmly.

"This kind of thing is extremely common among large families throughout the seminary system."

"The enrollment slots for students from distant branches of the family or those from ordinary backgrounds are often taken by children from large families."

"It's just that your brother died in battle this time, and you are the one who inherited his position."

Hex frowned: "This is too much academic corruption."

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"Corruption?" Ada covered her mouth and chuckled.

"This is just the underlying rule that governs how this world works."

"Otherwise, how do you think the church has such a firm grip on secular power?"

"Otherwise, how do you think those top church families came into being?"

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