Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Afterwards, the kingdom and empire were merged into the papacy, and the new pope could also achieve the ritual effect of "dominating the world".

"But why must it be like this?"

Sylvia trembled as she accepted the "Pope" plaque, still puzzled.

If things were clearly explained, everyone could discuss it and allow the Pope to become a god. In this critical moment, it doesn't matter who becomes a god. Even the greedy Ji Yushen was willing to give up the dragon vein, so why wouldn't they...?

The cardinal raised his head and murmured, "Perhaps, His Holiness the Pope felt the calling of my Lord, which is why he went to His Kingdom..."

…………

"Good Corpse, I have won."

The abyss, the place where the Amber God was sealed.

With the complete collapse of the "lover's" trust, the Amber God perished, and the divine power that once guarded this place dissipated. A surging and violent primordial black tide swept across the entire Dragon Realm. The once sacred and solemn Sealed Divine Realm is now nothing but a desolate amber-colored ruin, forgotten for eternity.

But today, this desolate wasteland has welcomed an uninvited guest.

A thick, churning black mist emerged from the void, a dark figure emanating from it, enveloped in a sinister aura that seemed to devour everything.

Evil corpse.

“We are both people who have abandoned greed and anger, yet you insist on entering the world, obsessed with sealing me away and taking away my essence… Why bother?”

He languidly sat down on the largest amber boulder in the center of the ruins, his fingertips gently stroking the cool, translucent surface of the stone, his low, hoarse mutterings shattering in the deathly silence.

"Fortunately, Felix's power alone was not enough to completely seal me away, which finally gave you a chance to escape to the Dragon Realm... But your divine messenger insisted on opposing me, willing to die to seal off the Dragon Realm. What a fine master and disciple pair..."

As the evil corpse spoke, it reached its hand into the amber stone, but the hard stone was like an illusory light and shadow, unable to stop it in the slightest.

"Unfortunately, you are dead now, and you can never stop me..."

The evil corpse slowly retracted its arm, and in its palm, two precious treasures that had regained their freedom floated silently.

One is a card with an ancient pattern, while the other is a gold coin that is entirely gilded and radiates divine light.

On the card, under a tranquil night sky, a naked woman kneels by a pond. She holds two jugs, one pouring water into the pond, the other sprinkling it onto the ground. Eight stars twinkle in the sky, the largest of which, a golden star, shines particularly brightly—

The "Star" card, and... the [Kingdom] essence.

"Nothing can stop me from becoming the hungry demon of the Kingdom once again."

As the primal essence fell into his hand, the ferocious corpse's eyes blazed with murderous intent, its laughter maniacal and chilling. Its ethereal body, which had existed between reality and illusion, and was detached from the laws of the world, began to rapidly solidify, expand, and mutate. Black mist surged and swallowed the heavens, malevolent energy overwhelmed all realms, and the tiny human figure continued to expand, eventually transforming into a boundless behemoth that stretched across the abyss and could devour stars and the universe.

A ferocious maw tore through the darkness, its pitch-black shell obscuring the entire sky, and an ancient and violent pressure swept across the four corners of the world.

[Kingdom] The demon of hunger (gluttony) - "Gluttonous Oberos" - has descended upon the mortal world once again after thousands of years!

"Ah... the long-lost power."

The colossal beast stretched its ten-thousand-foot-long body, a deep rumble rolling from the depths of its throat. It raised its head and looked up at the sky, where an earth-shattering battle was unfolding. The divine war between the four primordial gods and Ji Yushen was clashing and stirring, tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds.

Obolos's massive maw slowly unfurled into a grotesque, wicked grin, brimming with greed: "If I were to devour them all, could I perhaps replace that one's existence...?"

Just as His ambition reached its zenith and He was about to unleash His power, a clear, firm, and utterly familiar voice suddenly resounded throughout His mind, piercing through layers of black mist and overwhelming malevolent energy, crystal clear:

"Unfortunately, I won't let you succeed."

"Who?!"

Obolos's body trembled violently, and the towering black mist suddenly surged and became chaotic, his heart filled with fear.

Who! Who is speaking?

Even though the Amber God is dead and his divine kingdom has been completely destroyed, there shouldn't be any humans in His divine kingdom—that's why He dared to directly devour the [Kingdom] source material!

However, in the boundless silence, that voice rang out once more, deep and resolute, each word ringing out powerfully, reverberating through the abyss:

“Evil Corpse, I have waited for this day for far too long.”

"Don't even think about stepping out of the abyss until you've dealt with my remnant soul! Hahahaha!!"

Pope John Clement III, whose soul ascended to the Amber God's realm after the Amber God's death, now burst into loud laughter within the mind of the "evil corpse" Obolos. The laughter was open and expansive, breaking through the eternal silence.

Chapter 155, The Head of the Generals and Ministers

On the tenth day of the Papal Seat's absence, the doors of St. Clement's Cathedral remained tightly shut.

The dappled sunlight filtered through the dome, falling upon the thirteen cardinals. Ceremonial staff silently distributed standard ballots, each bearing the unchanging ancient papacy inscription at the top: Eligo in Summum Pontificem—"I have chosen this man as the Supreme Pope."

The hall was deathly silent, save for the soft scratching of pens on paper. Once the ballots were finished, the thirteen cardinals, in order of seniority, rose one by one and held the neatly folded ballots high above their heads, ensuring everyone could clearly see the clean, blank pages, as a sign of their openness, impartiality, and lack of favoritism.

He then slowly walked to the central altar and solemnly swore an oath in public:

“I testify by the Lord Amber who judged me that I cast my vote for the one I believe to be in accordance with God’s will and rightfully occupies the Holy Throne.”

With the oath made and all thirteen votes cast, the three vote monitors stepped forward to open the box, verify the votes, count them one by one, and announce the votes in front of everyone.

The first picture is of Sylvia de Claire.

The second picture is of Sylvia de Claire.

The third, the fourth... votes were announced one by one until the thirteenth vote was counted, and the dust settled.

A deathly silence suddenly descended upon the room, without a single word of doubt.

The election supervisor rose, facing the altar and all the cardinals, and solemnly declared in the official tone of the church: "In this secret meeting, all thirteen valid votes were cast for Sylvia. The number of votes exceeds the legal two-thirds majority; the election is legal, valid, and valid."

The chief cardinal stepped forward slowly, bowed deeply, and asked: "Do you accept this legitimate election to assume the position of Pope of the Holy See, Successor to the Holy See, and Patriarch of the Church of the Builders?"

The dying wish of the former Pope John Clement III was that Freya choose a devout follower of the Amber God to succeed her as Patriarch of the Papacy. Freya herself has already acquired the Source Essence [Understanding], therefore, the most suitable person for this position is undoubtedly Sylvia de Claire, the highest religious governor of the Kingdom of Konoma.

Sylvia looked up, her gaze clear and firm: "I accept."

The thirteen cardinals bowed in unison, paying homage to the new Patriarch.

The ceremony for the "Pope" has been completed.

A majestic card of blasphemy fell into Sylvia's hands.

"The 'Pope's' Seed: A shepherd of the gods on earth, able to communicate with the gods they believe in, freely travel to and from the divine realm, and pray for divine miracles; able to obtain magic and faith from believers to stabilize their own state and make their soul immortal; able to manipulate the consciousness of others through mental control."

Sylvia tentatively used the authority of the "Pope" to communicate with the Amber God, but all she saw was an amber-colored ruin.

With the Amber God dead, the Pope has naturally lost most of his power.

With a soft sigh, the doors of St. Clement's Cathedral finally opened, and Freya and Peng Longteng, who had been waiting for a long time, entered the cathedral and went to the audience chamber.

The two then bowed to the new pope.

Peng Longteng knelt on one knee, gently cupped Sylvia's right hand in both hands, and kissed the fisherman's ring on her right ring finger. Then, in his capacity as the Grand General of the Elven Empire, he declared, on behalf of Ji Yushen, that he acknowledged the Pope's supreme pastoral authority over the Church of the City Builders, and that the Emperor of the Elven Empire, as a believer, bowed in submission.

From then on, the empire belonged to the theocracy and was under the control of Sylvia.

Cheng Cheng, controlling Freya, stepped forward and felt that Peng Longteng's greeting was not solemn enough, clearly showing that he was not yet submissive enough to Sylvia, which made him somewhat angry.

So Cheng Cheng knelt down and lifted Sylvia's right foot. He saw that her white foot, clad in pearl sandals, was as white and translucent as snow. The flesh on the instep was almost transparent, and the five toes that were exposed were round and pink, as fragrant as flower petals.

This is the highest ceremony before the king's first audience with the pope and his coronation, the "kissing of the feet," symbolizing the submission of royal power to the successor of Saint Clement and the divine right of descent from the gods.

"Well, um... we don't need to do that... we're still outside, there are people watching us..."

Sylvia was startled and blushed instantly. She instinctively tried to pull her right foot back, but Cheng Cheng grabbed her and said, "Wait, I haven't kissed you yet..."

"You're just using this as an excuse to kiss me, aren't you?" Freya in my mind was almost crying in desperation. "Then don't use my body!"

Cheng Cheng pulled Sylvia through the ceremony, and then, as the Queen of the Kingdom of Konoma, declared her submission to the successor of Saint Clement, acknowledging that her secular authority originated from divine right.

Thus, all three great nations came under the control of the Holy Land.

The remaining smaller countries had already been conquered by the empire during the war, or were originally vassal states of the kingdom, and now naturally submitted along with the empire and the kingdom; while some escaped and hidden countries were also conquered by Freya or Peng Longteng during this period - which is why it took them a full ten days to begin the papal ceremony.

Now, the world is in Sylvia's hands.

The [Honor] Dragon Vein's ascension ceremony has been completed.

Li Xianyu entered the church with the dragon vein beneath her. Subsequently, Cheng Cheng unleashed the "Recognizing Ancestors and Returning to the Source" technique, freeing the dragon vein.

Then, Sylvia grabbed him and instantly refined him!

In a blur, she saw a world constructed from countless layers of spider webs, and in the center of that world, three goddesses dressed in simple white dresses sat side by side.

The youngest goddess on the far left has empty eyes, and her hands are rapidly weaving silvery droplets of fate into a net on an illusory spinning machine, where they converge into a stream—she symbolizes that fate thus gains order.

These streams flow into the hands of the goddess in the center, who holds a bronze measuring ruler to measure the silk threads spun by her sister, determining the length of life and the fate of her life—she symbolizes that destiny is thus controlled.

The headless goddess on the right holds a pair of illusory, sharp bronze scissors in her hands, named "Irreversible"; when the measured thread reaches its end, she cuts it without hesitation, and life ends instantly—she symbolizes that fate is thus judged.

The three goddesses of fate unite to symbolize the core authority of the [Glory] essence: bestowing order, ruling over all beings, and judging destiny.

And those unresolved threads, like countless layers of spider webs, are symbols of the fate of all things in heaven and earth and all people.

The dragon veins, formed from the former emperors of the Elven Empire, escorted Sylvia's consciousness to the center of this world. The three goddesses simultaneously raised their heads, handing Sylvia their looms, measuring tapes, and copper shears. Then, their figures vanished, leaving only a hymn echoing throughout the divine realm:

"Alas! The star god with immense power..."

You will "restrain" your nature, embrace "glory," and define heaven, earth, all things, and all people with "order."

—But it made us realize that we were nothing more than puppets "controlled" by you!

Then, countless threads surged toward Sylvia, weaving an unimaginable giant web that tightly wrapped her up, forming a cocoon woven from spider silk.

The cocoon was perfectly sealed, yet countless whispers emanated from within; each word was a secret, and each sigh a piece of history.

Only those who rule over a true god, or those who rule over the world, can break free from the cocoon of countless destinies and histories, be born, and become the master of the source substance [Glory].

And Sylvia did it.

The "Pope" granted her the power to obtain magic and faith from her followers, stabilizing her own state. Now, the world was in her hands, and those dark whispers all submitted to Sylvia. Then, the cocoon suddenly burst open, and countless black cloths escaped from the gaps, turning the whole world black and white.

The spider web and the black cloth together form an unimaginable giant web. The black cloth encompasses all the secrets of the past, while the white silk observes all the truths of the present. When they combine, they represent the entire destiny of this world.

In the center of the cocoon, Sylvia slowly opened her eyes.

She crossed the boundary between the illusory divine realm and reality in one step, returning to the church. The next moment, an illusory chain appeared above the heads of all living beings in the world, rising vertically into the sky, and finally converging in Sylvia's hands.

The third true god in human history—

The "God of Domination" was born.

A surge of power coursed through her veins, an infinite sense of power enveloped her. Sylvia gently closed her eyes, sensing the authority she had gained after becoming the true god of [Glory]:

One is the divine kingdom of "Temple of Destiny," which can infinitely resurrect itself by burning spider webs and silk threads, and weave, measure, and judge the fate of all things in the world.

The second is the "Chains of God," which is the embodiment of countless threads. Those bound by the Chains of God will be under Sylvia's control and will never be able to break free. At the same time, Sylvia can use any authority of the controlled, even the legendary flame that has not yet been refined.

The third is the "Celestial Choir." When the voice of order resounds, all the rules of the world submit to Sylvia, becoming her tools and subject to her arbitrary changes.