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Chapter 136 Riot and Death Charge (10K-word long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard curled his lip: "How rude."

He looked back.

The workers quickly removed the tree and broken branches, cleaned up the site, leveled the ground, and laid lawns, as if the tree had never existed.

This is the power of the dollar.

Richard spent a whopping $20,000 to cut down these few broken trees.

Simply outrageous.

But that's the price of living in New York, the center of the universe.

Richard walked around the yard twice. There were withered branches and fallen leaves everywhere. The yard needed to be cleaned up again, which would be a considerable expense.

A gentle sea breeze.

Richard could clearly see that the grayish-purple haze, representing the threat of death, drifted over again.

He had seen this thing when he came to see the house last time.

Now that the trees were no longer blocking the view, the gray-purple smog drifted through Richard's yard and into Evan's house.

You've got radiation, Evan!

Richard waved again in Evan's direction, his smile genuine.

He knew Evan was watching him from behind the curtains; the instinct for desire doesn't lie.

The curtains trembled.

"Hehe." Richard carefully walked around the house.

It's dusty everywhere; we need to hire someone to clean it.

Since Aaron left a few years ago, many appliances have been left idle and have become damaged, requiring replacement, which is another expense.

Even without buying new furniture, the annual expenses for a house of this caliber would be at least $20 to $30.

This doesn't even include property tax.

Richard looked at the empty dock, with only a small kayak.

In contrast, the neighbors all own yachts.

Richard didn't care; he had no competitive spirit.

The real purpose of this kayak is to paddle to Hart Island.

The Baytop Lodge has an excellent location, so you can't see the dreaded Hart Island from there, but you can see it just around the next headland.

Richard measured it on the map; the distance from the sea was about 4 kilometers.

It would take an average person 30 to 40 minutes to paddle across in one of these kayaks.

Richard believed he would be much faster.

Richard watched an online tutorial video once, then cautiously sat on the kayak and gave it a try. To his surprise, it was quite easy to handle.

Evan stood behind the curtains, secretly observing Richard paddling his kayak, and scoffed disdainfully, "You poor wretch, you don't deserve to live here."

His million-dollar yacht, while not as luxurious as the toys of his neighbors, was still considered mid-range in the neighborhood.

How about getting a kayak?

What is that?

Hmph, you poor wretch.

Richard gently slapped the surface of the sea with the oar, splashing water as the boat wobbled and spun around.

But his strong physique provided him with an observation and perception ability that was hard for ordinary people to imagine. Without a coach, Richard quickly tried and made mistakes, then corrected and improved. In less than ten minutes, he mastered the shift of the center of gravity and the angle at which the paddle entered the water.

Twenty minutes later, he was able to keep moving in a straight line.

Half an hour later, he even started trying sharp turns and sudden stops, his movements clean and efficient, like a skilled driver who had been paddling for months.

His strong physique and coordination give him control over his body far beyond that of ordinary people.

Each time the paddle blade enters the water, it precisely cuts into the optimal angle, with almost no empty strokes or yawing.

Once you've mastered the direction and paddle control, the gliding speed increases rapidly.

"It will take me about three or four minutes to paddle from here to Hart Island, and with the time for slowing down and preparation, it will take a maximum of five minutes."

Richard thought to himself.

However, it was daytime, so he didn't paddle at full speed, not wanting to attract attention.

The arms deal is scheduled to begin the day after tomorrow; this is his final preparation.

Unlike living in YC Apartments, where you have to drive to the beach to get close to Hart Island.

From this position, Richard can easily send the flesh puppet flying at any time.

He took a dead mink off the car and revived it using 1.5 units of [Fresh Flesh].

Moreover, the [Fresh Flesh and Blood] with a magic abundance of 20 that Richard used can effectively enhance the mink puppet's combat power, preventing it from being eaten by other things in the water.

Mink are amphibians; after a few thrashings, they came back to life.

Richard threw it into the sea, and the mink swam around in the water a few times.

Richard took out an old-fashioned cell phone and placed it in a corner of the beach.

"Go to Hart Island, find a hidden pier, keep watch, and if anyone is there, come back and call this phone. Just press 1."

This is an old-fashioned phone with a keypad, with an extremely long battery life. Richard has already set up speed dial.

Flesh puppets cannot perform complex commands that require independent thought; they can still complete them by mechanically pressing buttons.

The mink patted its tail, leaped into the water, circled Richard twice, and then disappeared into the deep blue sea.

Richard had previously considered using sea fish for reconnaissance.

However, the activity range of sea fish is too restricted. They can only stay underwater and cannot come ashore. Once they are caught in fishing nets or by seabirds, their efforts are wasted.

He needs an amphibious creature that can move freely between the sea and the land.

Mink is a good choice.

They can swim in the water and move around on land. They are small in size and are not uncommon in New York waters, so they are not easy to notice.

Having let the new informant go, Richard began to note down the areas of the house that needed renovation.

They quickly counted more than a dozen locations, which they estimated would be very expensive.

Richard was making a lot of money at Katrina's clinic, but his earnings were interrupted after only a few days.

It may take one to three months for the clinic to recover.

The three servants can provide some financial support, but new ways to make money are still needed.

Or should I just hire a tycoon as my next servant?

Richard was still hesitating.

Each servant position is precious, and Richard cannot choose casually.

Although this cheerleading audition caused a lot of trouble, Debbie did indeed solidify her status as a saint.

Now, wherever she goes, there is no longer any faith, and Richard's problem of replenishing his magic has been completely solved.

The trouble is [fresh flesh and blood].

Collecting fresh flesh and blood secretly at blood donation centers is too slow; the Katarina Clinic is the main supplier of fresh flesh and blood.

Now that the Katrina Clinic is closed, Richard urgently needs a more effective approach.

Perhaps some shady clinics can extract more "fresh flesh and blood" when performing amputations?

Richard turned his attention to this direction once again.

However, the risks remain significant.

The requirements for the [Flesh and Blood Forging] quest are too high; you need to raise the magic abundance of 1000 units of [Fresh Flesh and Blood] to 20.

In the ideal scenario, even if the [Blood Box] is filled with 20 points of [Fresh Flesh], and Debbie continuously restores his magic power through public occasions such as Mass, it would still require 400 magic points to fully enhance the [Fresh Flesh] to 20 abundance.

However, it is impossible to complete the conversion in one go.

Richard's mental strength was insufficient to support high-intensity, continuous reinforcement.

Even if Debbie's followers can continuously generate a large number of unclaimed faiths, he can only consume a very small portion to convert into magic power, about sixty points, which can only strengthen 3 units of [Fresh Flesh and Blood] with an abundance of 20.

Afterwards, one's spirits will be extremely low, unable to continue, and one can only rest.

In other words, his daily enhancement limit is 3 points of [Fresh Flesh and Blood].

In this situation, it would take 7 days to upgrade all 20 units of "Fresh Flesh" in the "Blood Box" to 20 abundance.

It will take 300 days, almost a year, to complete the task of 1000 points!

The actual process was slower than that, because he had other things to do and couldn't devote all his magic and energy to completing the task.

So far, he has only pushed the progress of [Flesh and Blood Demon Structure] to 4/1000.

The limits of the Blood Box, the limit of magic power, and the strength of his spirit all restricted his progress in the mission.

too slow!

Richard's head ached just thinking about it.

Debbie is in a lot of trouble right now.

Yesterday's interview was abruptly interrupted by a blunder I made myself, and to this day, the Giants have not given a final interview result.

Clearly, the Giants are under immense pressure from all sides and are struggling with what to do.

The Catholic Church also maintains an eerie silence.

Protestant denominations are protesting.

Some violent acts have already occurred online.

But these are just sparks; sooner or later they will develop into a raging inferno.

Richard was completely unfamiliar with religious matters and couldn't guess how things would develop in the future.

He was thinking of increasing her defensive capabilities, ideally by having a bodyguard with her at all times.

For example... a shadow?

Richard didn't know what to do for the time being.

Other tasks have also made progress, and I have finally found the second Plague Seed, the Parasitic Seed.

However, the mysterious virus that had appeared in both Ivan Lee and Lina was linked to the Rosenberg Virus Laboratory and was extremely dangerous. The CDC and the military were suppressing information, and Richard dared not get too close.

A magic power cap of 20 points is insufficient to deal with a modern army.

2000 points is more like it.

Richard also has a problem.

The two watchers often hovered around him.

They thought they were hiding well, but Richard's sensory perception could clearly detect them.

The day after tomorrow, Dali will be conducting an arms deal, and who knows what these two monitors will do then.

So Richard stayed here temporarily, a little further away from Debbie, partly to wait for the situation on Debbie's side to stabilize, and partly out of concern that the two of them might cause some big trouble.

In case they become desperate and hurt Debbie and Catherine.

Catherine's death was a minor matter.

Debbie's death is a massive wave!

He currently has no quota for resurrecting servants; even Debbie's resurrection is difficult now that she's dead.

Maybe I should just kill him, this is so annoying.

Splash!

Splash!

Richard pondered as he slowly glided his kayak to a stop on the dock.

Richard moored the boat, drove to the blood donation center, and continued his part-time work drawing blood to accumulate "fresh flesh and blood".

The car was soon stuck in traffic.

A young man dressed in a monk's robe parked his car in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

He stood on a high place, with rosary beads around his neck, holding up a wooden crucifix, his spittle flying with his roars.

"Brothers and sisters who are passing by, St. Debbie declared that the false empty cross fell down without wind and broke in two!"

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"This is a stern warning from God; He is rebuking us for going astray in our faith!"

"How many churches, how many homes, now hang bare, empty crosses! Do you think this is just simple decoration? No! This is a deliberate obliteration of Jesus' crucifixion and sacrifice..."

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"We must take down all the empty crosses in our homes, churches, and shops, and smash these symbols that deviate from the truth!"

Beside him were several followers holding white signs with red lettering that read, "Abandon the false empty cross, return to true faith." They stopped passersby and repeatedly shouted, "Have the courage to smash the illusory empty cross!"

"Return to the crucifixion, uphold true faith!"

The crowd all looked up at him.

Most people were just watching for fun, laughing and taking out their phones to film and upload the videos online.

A middle-aged man wearing a Protestant church volunteer vest strode forward, his face flushed: "Stop these inflammatory remarks immediately!"

"The empty cross has never been a heretical symbol!"

"It commemorates Jesus' resurrection from the cross, reminding the world that sins are forgiven, and that He has escaped suffering and conquered death!"

"This is an expression of our faith that has been passed down for hundreds of years. When did it become a departure from the true path?!"

"Faith has never had a uniform form of adornment!" Several moderate believers squeezed over, trying to mediate.

"The Second Vatican Council established the principles of religious tolerance long ago."

"Tolerance is not condoning falsehood!"

"This isn't upholding your faith; it's creating sectarian conflict!"

The two sides argued heatedly, their faces turning red.

The noise on the street grew louder and louder, and the crowd of onlookers spontaneously split into two factions.

Especially a group of people who love to stir up trouble: "I watched the whole live stream! The empty cross broke on its own; this is a warning from heaven! These simplified religious symbols should have been replaced long ago!" (Let's fight! Let's fight!)

"Why should everyone follow your rules? Faith is inner devotion, never about adhering to a mere ornament!" (Let's fight! Let's fight!)

"The cross is not a decoration! It is a sacred object!"

The Protestant volunteer angrily retorted, "You're inciting hatred! If you continue, I'll call the police!"

"Evil heretic!" The robed monk suddenly pulled a pistol from beneath his robes and said with hatred, "Go to hell!"

boom!

The Protestant volunteer collapsed in response.

"FXXK!"

"Run!"

"He's insane!"

"Murder!"

The crowd screamed, and chaos ensued.

This is just making things worse for Debbie! Richard's lips twitched as he watched.

He did not use desire to control and suppress the riots; it was meaningless. This was just a microcosm of religious unrest across the United States.

Blocking one is pointless; there's unrest like this everywhere.

As a student of Tokyo University, he still didn't quite understand why the other person worshipped that guy in the sky who had never appeared.

However, I respect that.

Kill them, kill them.

The robed monk who killed his opponent did not run away; instead, still not satisfied, he fired all his magazines at the Protestant volunteers.

He stood there, blood splattered all over his face, his voice booming: "The final judgment is about to arrive! All hidden good and evil will be exposed, purgatory will vanish, and all will find eternal peace! Those who believe in the saintess can go to heaven..."

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Even when the police arrived and pinned him to the ground, they couldn't stop his shouts.

"They're like they're on drugs, these fanatics are really reckless," Richard thought to himself.

No wonder you guys could fight each other for over a hundred years back then.

The riot lasted for more than half an hour before the roads were cleared again.

Richard thoroughly enjoyed the juicy gossip and continued driving, still feeling unsatisfied.

My phone suddenly rang, and I saw it was my father, Li Weihong.

"What a rare guest," Richard scoffed.

Answer the phone.

"Richard?"

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..dad."

There was a sense of estrangement between the father and son.

Li Weihong remained silent for a while before speaking:

"...I saw on the news that you're dating a white girl? They said she's some kind of... saint? It's causing quite a stir?"

The faithless Dongda students couldn't understand what the concept of a saintess really meant.

Richard nodded: "Don't listen to the nonsense online, she's just a cheerleader, and she's quite pretty."

"I knew it..." Li Weihong breathed a sigh of relief, racking his brains to ease the tension with his son: "How far have things progressed between you two? Why don't you bring him home for the New Year so I can meet him?"

"Forget it, I'm only eighteen, I'm not planning on getting married yet—"

"Will your son come back for Chinese New Year this year?" Li Weihong didn't really want his son to come back, but since the New Year was approaching, it wouldn't be appropriate not to ask.

"Aunt Liu will be unhappy. If I go back, you won't have a good time either, and I won't feel comfortable either. There's no need for that." Richard directly exposed his father's hypocrisy.

"—Do you have enough money?"

"If you have any spare money, you can give me some." Richard had no qualms about asking his own father for money: "Didn't Aunt Liu take all your money?"

"How could that be! She dares!" Li Weihong exclaimed, his eyes wide.

A voice came from across the street yelling, "Weihong, who are you calling? Why are you hiding so far away? Come here for a second!"

The noise from his younger brother, Li Shenyan, could be heard.

Li Weihong fell silent.

"Go and appease your wife." Richard hung up the phone immediately.

Debbie woke up at eight o'clock.

Catherine was wearing her home pajamas.

As long as Richard is not at home, her attire is relatively traditional and normal.

Debbie now knows whether Richard is home or not just by looking at her mother's clothes: "Where's Richard?"

He bought a house and went to look at houses.

"You didn't even show me around first." Debbie pouted and huffed unhappily.

Catherine knew Richard's concerns; someone was watching him, and he wanted to catch the person behind that informant.

To prevent the other party from resorting to desperate measures, we have to keep our distance.

But there's no need to explain this to Debbie.

Debbie complained, "Hurry up and take me to school! The cheerleading team has practice today! Why haven't you changed yet? Hurry up!"

Catherine said calmly, "Sawyer just called you, hoping you won't continue attending Francis Lewis High School and would prefer to transfer to a religious girls' school."

"Why?!" Debbie's eyes widened.

"You know why," Catherine said calmly. "Don't you know what you did yesterday?"

Debbie certainly knew.

She didn't understand when it was told yesterday, but now she understands completely.

She searched online for a long time and finally understood what she meant by saying that sentence and what that coincidence really meant.

"Right now, there are countless people out there who want to kill you, and countless others who want to protect you." Catherine calmly sipped her tea. Richard had been getting used to drinking tea, and she found it increasingly delicious. "So, you'd better be careful from now on. Francis Lewis High School is a mess; you'd better go to a religious girls' school."

"Huh?" Debbie's head started to ache just thinking about it. "I'm not going to a religious girls' school! What kind of place is that? Is it a place that trains medieval nuns?"

Catherine sighed, "Since you don't want to go, we'll just have to wait and see, at least a week."

"Great! No school!" Debbie exclaimed excitedly. "Can I go to the party?"

Catherine looked at her quietly: "What do you think?"

Debbie lay on the sofa in agony: "Ah!! I feel like I'm locked up in prison."

"If you don't understand the situation, you can look outside." Catherine pulled back the curtains with a whoosh.

Debbie then realized that all the curtains in the house were drawn.

The curtains were drawn back.

She saw three police cars parked in front of her house.

Debbie was dumbfounded.

"There are more outside the compound, at least 10 cars." Catherine closed the curtains again. "And the FBI is here too, at least 10 people, all at the compound entrance, but that's all I can see."

"What's going on?! I'm not a prisoner!"

"The FBI was afraid that someone might harm you and cause religious conflict, so they sent people to protect you. These police officers and FBI agents are the most devout believers; they volunteered to come and stand guard outside."

Debbie's eyes widened. "Voluntarily come to protect me? Am I watching some kind of princess and guardian knight movie?"

"No, the princess isn't in danger as much as you are. Not that many people want to kill the princess." Catherine put down her teacup.

Debbie:

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Catherine continued, "There are Protestants in our neighborhood. Last night, someone came with a gun, intending to talk to you," but was stopped by these valiant knights. Also, some extremely devout Catholics from the neighboring neighborhood wanted to make a pilgrimage, but they were also temporarily stopped."

Debbie was stunned: "So, if I go outside now, half the people want to kill me, and the other half want to worship me as a god?"

Catherine shattered her illusions without hesitation: "There are more people who want to kill you than there are people who want to worship you as a god."

The number of extreme conservatives has always been relatively small.

However, their efficiency was off the charts.

Correspondingly, the moderates and neutrals, though numerous, lack initiative.

Taking both into account, they are roughly evenly matched.

"Especially in New York, there's a lot of opposition. I'm thinking about whether we should move to Louisiana or Colorado."

Louisiana is home to a large number of traditional Latin Catholic churches, which are staunchly opposed to the secularization of the church and have an extremely conservative social atmosphere.

The Archdiocese of Denver, Colorado, has been a core stronghold of the conservative Catholic revival in the United States in recent decades.

This area is home to a large number of ultra-conservative seminaries, Catholic youth evangelical organizations, and right-wing religious media.

There is also the conservative Catholic mouthpiece: Eternal Paradise Television Media Group.

The owner of Eternal Paradise is the most conservative and devout owner in the United States. He never married and adhered to traditional Catholic rituals throughout his life.

The core operating team of Eternal Paradise TV Network consists entirely of devout believers, boasting millions of extremely loyal viewers. It is absolutely unbreakable and wields enormous influence.

"Colorado? What kind of backwater is that?! Is it even in America?" Debbie objected vehemently.

As a proud New Yorker, she had the right to look down on any state in the country.

"Okay, then you'll just have to stay home and behave yourself for a few days until the Catholic Church stabilizes the situation before we see how things go."

"What do they plan to do with me? Throw me into some remote, secluded church in a poor, remote area and make me a penitent? What right do they have to dictate my life?!"

"It's unclear at the moment. The Catholic Church has remained silent, but Richard estimates they'll try to smooth things over."

"Uh... what does 'playing peacemaker' mean?"

"It means taking a seemingly fair stance, persuading both sides to back down, then observing how things develop before acting accordingly."

"A good way to put it is prudent, a bad way is cunning. Anyway, they'll side with whoever wins," Catherine repeated Richard's words.

Catherine could tell that Richard was very dissatisfied with the Catholic Church's appeasement approach.

Richard did not think this was the right thing to do.

Don't be fooled by the fact that liberals and secularists now make up the vast majority of believers; it's because there are no real miracles, nor have any truly recognized saints emerged.

Once that happens, the situation will be completely different.

The power and hatred that extreme conservatives have accumulated over hundreds of years will erupt at some point with a force that no one can stop.

This could take a long time, or it could erupt as early as tomorrow.

As for which day, nobody knows.

However, as long as Debbie continues to perform miracles, this power will eventually erupt.

The great, radiant, and righteous Saint-Debbie will certainly continue to perform miracles.

Because Richard was standing behind her.

"So what are your plans?"

"I don't care, I'm going to Francis Lewis High School!" Debbie thought to herself, Richard's enrollment was still at this school, she wasn't going to leave: "If I were a saint, I wouldn't be in danger. If I were in danger, I wouldn't be a saint! Since..."

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"Debbie, you're just a prospective saint," Catherine said bluntly. "In Catholicism, a prospective saint who dies becomes a saint. That means you became a saint the day you died."

WTF! Debbie shuddered.

Although Catherine knew Richard would help her, Richard couldn't be with Debbie all the time.

Even God sometimes slumbers.

She didn't want her daughter to end up like her after she died.

Although she admired Richard, she didn't want to be like this.

This is probably the deepest selfishness she harbors as a mother.

"Ugh! This is so annoying!" Debbie slumped onto the sofa, and after a long while, she said in a daze, "Mom, do you think I'm really a saint? Why did that guy in heaven choose me?"

Catherine gave her a deep look: "As long as you remain the same, his favor towards you will not diminish."

"Hmm?" Debbie squinted, looking at Catherine suspiciously. "Catherine, I feel like you know something."

"Know what?" Catherine curled her lip. "I called God last night and asked him if you were the chosen one. He said I wasn't qualified to speak to him and hung up. In the end, I know nothing!"

"Hahaha!" Debbie laughed heartlessly, completely disregarding the blasphemy against God that her words were.

Immediately afterwards, she reached out and grabbed Shadow Fate by the back of the neck, pulling him in front of her: "Listen, I'm the Holy Maiden, you have to listen to me, don't go around chasing after Richard the moment he gets home! Understand?!"

"Meow!" the shadow cried impatiently, struggling incessantly.

Debbie put it down, and the shadow darted away, settling into Richard's usual spot to sleep.

Debbie said angrily, "Did Richard give you cat medicine? Why are you clinging to Richard? You weren't like this before! You've changed, Shadow!"

Catherine sighed as she looked at her delirious daughter and continued tidying up the garden.

The Katrina Clinic is in a temporary predicament, and Claire and Oliver, unwilling to give up the potential for high income in the future, go to help out at the old shop and earn some extra money on the side.

Therefore, the old shop had enough staff and didn't need Catherine to do anything.

After making money at the Upper East Side store, Catherine became less interested in the income of the old store and was too lazy to go there.

In addition, this is also to reduce trouble.

As the "Mother of the Virgins," Catherine may also encounter various dangers or troubles, so it's best to stay home for the time being.

We'll wait until the Catholic Church and other denominations reach a reconciliation, introduce a new agreement, and everything stabilizes before making any further decisions.

Sawyer estimated it would take about a week.

Catherine came into the yard.

The police officers and believers at the door immediately stood up straight.

Mason, who was watering his plants next door, came over as soon as he saw Catherine.

Catherine was a little unhappy when she saw him and turned to go back into the house.

Mason quickly said, "I'm sorry, Catherine. Yesterday, I had doubts about my faith in the Lord."

Yesterday's miracle deeply shocked him, but today things took a complete 180-degree turn.

Hearing this, Catherine could only stop and listen to what he had to say.

Immediately afterward, Mason shouted, "Renée! Renée!"

Renee is his wife.

A woman who looked to be under thirty years old came out. She was dressed in casual loungewear and was clearly much younger than Mason.

Renee is a dancer with a great figure. She is young and beautiful, and Mason likes her very much.

Renee exclaimed excitedly, "Catherine! I love Debbie so much! She's a true saint!"

"Thank you, Renee." Catherine understood why Renee was so excited. Being a dancer wasn't a particularly respectable profession in this neighborhood, and Mason usually felt a little embarrassed to show it off.

"You guys absolutely have to go play for the Giants! I'll be there to cheer you on."

Catherine smiled and said, "Thank you."

Renee exclaimed happily, "God has recognized cheerleading! That means God has recognized dance! Those people always have such worldly and evil thoughts about me."

See, even God approves, doesn't He? Mason!

Renee felt a sense of triumph.

Mason could only nod: "Yes, yes, yes! Everything God does is a blessing."

Actually, some changes have occurred in his heart as well.

What does it mean that God was willing to help Debbie join the cheerleading team?

This shows that God does not mind his saints dancing, even if it is a dance that exposes their thighs.

Since God doesn't mind, why should I care?

The Vatican meeting lasted 15 hours.

There were two short breaks during the meeting before it continued.

Everyone was exhausted.

But there is no way.

The issue of "the saint accusing the empty cross" involves a major crisis of faith, and a clear solution must be found as soon as possible.

No one dared to waste time.

A high-level cultivator was speaking eloquently: "Everyone, please look at the data. Debbie's core supporters are now very clear, divided into three categories."

"One group consists of extreme conservative believers, who are the most devout followers of the Lord. They believe that Debbie was divinely inspired and firmly believe that she is God's chosen saint. They insist that we should continue to move forward in the direction of divine revelation!"

Everyone's expression remained unchanged.

This is normal.

Devout conservatives will undoubtedly become the core force in this incident.

They are also the most valuable force in the church, and even the Pope dares not go against the wishes of the majority of core believers.

"The second category is dance and acting-related professions, including those who have always faced invisible discrimination... This is related to Debbie's cheerleading identity."

This was a bit of a taboo subject, and he didn't elaborate, so no one wanted to ask and just pretended not to hear it.

"The third category, especially the third category! It's very rare, teenagers! I think this should attract everyone's attention!" This was clearly what he really wanted to say: "I've received some feedback from believer families, especially those devout believer families, whose children, who didn't used to like the Three Bishops, have shown a significant change this time."

"I believe everyone understands that the glory of the Lord requires a certain level of intelligence and experience, Pennant Church. Even when we were young, we didn't fully understand the Lord's will and greatness. This is a difficulty that every denomination faces: developing young believers is very difficult."

"But Debbie seems to have broken this deadlock!..."

"The scene became agitated."

Debbie has had a tremendous influence on young believers, which is great news!

"I think we should support Debbie; she will greatly advance the Lord's cause. This change will be not only short-term but also long-term."

"In the short term, believers will be more steadfast and devout, while Protestants will face a major crisis of faith. They will be unable to explain themselves to the accusations and doubts of believers. We can take this opportunity to win back the believers we have slowly lost over the past few centuries."

Wan Duijing also spoke up: "I want to remind everyone that some extremists have started imitating Debbie, posting videos online of smashing empty crosses! Some Protestant churches have been attacked by extremist believers, and incidents of extremist believers attacking and killing other believers have begun to occur in various places."

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As he spoke, he played some videos, all from around the world, especially from the United States.

Some extreme conservative Trinitarians, as if receiving divine revelation, stormed Protestant churches and smashed empty crosses.

The Protestant fanatics, however, went in the opposite direction.

"As of now, this situation is escalating, and we must quickly make a statement to calm things down, otherwise... although I hate to say it, the sparks of a second religious war are being lit... and we must extinguish them as soon as possible!"

The crowd gasped in surprise; everyone present was well-versed in that period of history.

The thought of the brutal war made everyone's faces turn grim.

"No, the military power of modern nations is beyond the resistance of ordinary people. Believers cannot possibly instigate large-scale armed conflict. Even in the most extreme circumstances, the armies of various countries will intervene to suppress them. You are worrying unnecessarily!"

Are you saying that the Lord's influence was insufficient to cause his followers to give their lives for Ting?

"Don't try to argue!"

"There are believers and heretics in the army too!"

"Don't falsely accuse our fellow believers!"

"Not brothers! They're heretics!"

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events and argued fiercely.

Some say that Debbie's exposed thighs are unsightly.

Some say that Debbie attracted more young believers and young faith, and that once they grow up in twenty years, the Triarchs will regain their former glory.

Some say that Debbie exacerbated religious divisions.

Some say that Debbie refined the believers, digging out the most devout followers rather than the hypocritical ones.

The Pope has been unable to make a decision for a long time.

Following Debbie's directions, if successful, could indeed significantly increase the percentage of believers, but it could also lead to a split within the Vatican.

At the meeting, after careful observation and probing, he found that most of the cardinals were still relatively peaceful and tolerant.

They acknowledged Debbie as a saint and the miracle, but they did not approve of the act of smashing the empty cross.

This means that directly following the path Debbie pointed out could very well lead to huge losses, or even a split.

These hypocrites! The Pope knew perfectly well that these cardinals were not fighting for the Lord's cause or glory; they only wanted to preserve their own power and the number of believers in their dioceses.

The more believers a diocese has, the greater the power of the archbishop and cardinals.

Choosing to support Debbie means cutting off at least half, or even more than 70 percent, of the general believers in the company.

The worst-case scenario is that these believers will turn to other enlightened and inclusive Protestant denominations.

This is a loss that these cardinals and archbishops cannot afford.

Ultimately, the Pope did not have the courage to take a gamble and publicly endorse Debbie, and instead chose the safer path of neutrality.

Simply put, it's about delaying things and seeing what happens behind the pavilion.

As the Pope looked at the chief priest's prepared speech, he vaguely felt that he had missed a crucial opportunity that he would never encounter again in his life.

He stared at it for a full ten minutes, then sighed and signed his name: "I feel I am making a huge mistake. I can only hope that I will not regret this statement for the rest of my life, and that the glory of the Lord will not be tarnished by my wrong decision."

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After a 24-hour silence, the Vatican finally issued its first public statement: "We reiterate that crucifixes and hollow crosses are sacred symbols of orthodox Christianity. The Second Vatican Council clearly defined Protestant brothers and sisters as fellow believers in Christ, and no individual bishop or organization has the right to label a mainstream Christian denomination or its religious symbols as heretical."

"The empty cross is heresy," this is the personal religious view of a Debbie Dixon follower and does not represent the attitude of the Vatican or the Tripartite Church...

"The church will establish a special theological and scientific investigation team to verify all the miracles performed by Debbie-Dixon believers. Even if it is ultimately proven that the miracles originated from the grace of the Three Lords, personal divine revelation must never supersede apostolic tradition, canon law and doctrine, or the collective teaching authority of the global Three Lords Church..."

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"We call upon all members of the Trinitarian Church across the United States to uphold the spirit of religious tolerance, reject sectarian conflict, and refrain from using personal miracles to incite religious strife between different faith groups..."

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"coward!"

"That fake letter well deserves to be merged!"

"We are turning away from the Lord's will!"

The three cardinals, who were extreme conservatives, were furious.

They are the 12 most central cardinals among the more than 200 cardinals in the College of Cardinals.

Everyone under 80 years old is eligible to be elected as pope.

As the most devout and conservative believers, they hoped to use this event to reverse the nearly century-long decline of the three bishops.

However, the Pope disappointed them.

"Weak Sellers! He's on the wrong path!"

"What should we do?"

The three exchanged glances, their eyes finally settling on the youngest cardinal, 55-year-old Sebastian Hale.

His cold, grey eyes flashed with a ruthless light: "The weak... are unworthy to sit on the throne! When necessary, we should take their place!"

The other two were startled: "You want to..."

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"No! It's too dangerous!"

"Calm down, Cardinal Hale!"

The lean yet sharp-looking Sebastian Hale straightened his back: "If the glory of the Lord requires sacrifice, then let it begin with me!"

Sebastian Hale is over fifty years old, but shows no signs of aging or fatigue.

With his upright posture and perpetually straight back, he had long been molded by strict ancient rituals and precepts into an unyielding saintly figure.

As expected of the Vatican's sharpest weapon... The two exchanged a deadly glance; no matter how angry they were, they didn't have the courage to challenge the Pope.

But I still have the courage to support others in their efforts to become beggars.

"I am ready to obey orders!"

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