After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

After the bodies of the victims were laid to rest, they were given special respect and regular visits. Even those who died from the plague were treated with care, and the Bayerians, given the means, could find ways to properly preserve the remaining body parts, let alone relatively intact skeletons.

Even during the most difficult underground period, the Bayer Gems had to consult the dying person before placing the body in the mushroom garden.

If the other party firmly disagrees, then the Bayer Zans will not turn his body into fertilizer for mushrooms.

This alone demonstrates the extent of the Bayern people's respect for corpses... and then, at this moment, someone suddenly jumped out and said something to a pure Bayern person—

"Not only were your ancestors' bodies dug up, but they were also desecrated and made into toys!"

A type of discourse.

More than 90% of people on Earth would suffer from cerebral hemorrhage.

Not to mention the Bayer Zionis themselves, the parties involved.

"So! Elena?! What you're saying is fucking true?! You swear it's true?!"

Snapped!

When everyone saw Theresa slam her hand on the table and jump off Yang Hao, then grit her teeth and ask Elena a hoarse question, everyone could understand how angry Theresa was at that moment.

Needless to say, the elves only respect the nation of the elders, and they also respect corpses, at least they would not do anything blasphemous to them—her expression was already not good when she first saw the monsters made of skeletons on the screen, not to mention that her expression became even worse after hearing that those monsters were made of the skeletons of the people of the Brotherhood.

Naruja was a pure-blooded demon from a primitive demon tribe. Even so, very few demons would harbor such blasphemous thoughts towards corpses—even those cannibalistic tribes ate corpses out of necessity, not for amusement. The idea of ​​a being like the God of Light, who played with corpses, was far beyond her comprehension, even evoking feelings of absurdity rather than anger.

So, what about Lalumia?

...

The thoughts of the gods are extremely complex.

On one hand, the long lifespan of the gods had allowed her to see through everything. She knew very well that humans were such creatures: in terms of their potential, they could be more noble and powerful than the gods, but in terms of their potential, they could make even the most treacherous and cunning demons pale in comparison.

So Lalumia was actually mentally prepared for all of Constantine's possible despicable acts... In a sense, although she was surprised, it was still within acceptable limits.

On the other hand, saying this is within an acceptable range does not mean that Lalumia should accept this fact.

Just like how every family on Earth eventually accepts that their child will end up like them, living an ordinary life, but before fully accepting this fact, they always stubbornly and desperately try to make their child learn through intense competition.

Whether or not one can accept it is one thing.

Whether or not one is willing to accept it is another matter.

...Therefore, it is only natural that Lalumia was angry because of the deaths and injuries of her followers.

This is especially true when one thinks of Eden, where even the bodies of the dead are desecrated after their souls have departed...

All four women have expressed their anger.

So what about Yang Hao and Elena?

"...Theresa. I don't expect you to calm down right now. But at least, calm down a little, okay?"

He reached out and grabbed Theresa's wrist, gently stroking and soothing the angry cat in his arms. He could also feel a fire burning inside him.

But unlike others, he felt a sense of relief in addition to anger.

Fortunately, I didn't forget to move my sworn brother and sister-in-law's remains over and rebury them.

Fortunately, the God of Light cannot desecrate corpses outside the parish.

Thankfully... thankfully, my next plan is to kill the God of Light.

Otherwise, Yang Hao simply couldn't imagine facing those grotesque, monstrous corpses made from the remains of his sworn brother and sister-in-law on the battlefield. He despised the existence of the God of Light. If at first he merely scorned the God of Light's belief as something unreal, now his feelings towards the God of Light were genuine disgust and hatred.

That's why he was glad he could kill the God of Light tomorrow—but he also knew very well that he must not let anger cloud his judgment.

So after thinking it over, he could only tell Theresa to calm down first—fortunately, his understanding of Theresa made the process of comforting her go very smoothly.

With Yang Hao's reassurance, the furious Theresa finally calmed down a bit.

Elena, the one being questioned by Theresa, looked on in bewilderment as everyone became extremely angry about the corpse.

For synthetic dolls, in Eden, a country where almost everyone can change bodies anytime, anywhere, where the so-called "divine body" has become nothing more than a spare part—something to be replaced when desired, used when no longer needed, and treated like trash when outdated...

The fact that someone would feel angry simply because their discarded "body" was desecrated is hard to understand.

She really didn't understand what everyone was thinking at that moment... but the synthetic doll's way of thinking made Elena realize that the corpses were of great significance to the countries on the ground.

Most Romanians eat corpses, treating the bodies of their own people as food.

The God of Light desecrates corpses, using them as toys or objects of ascension.

The Bayrzans and elves respected the corpse, while the Listeners, originally subordinate to Eden, remained neutral, but judging from her expression, she also disliked the actions of the God of Light...

In other words, am I the most abnormal one right now?

The tiny synthetic doll immediately grasped this fact. Perhaps she truly didn't care how her replaced parts would be treated. But in order to fit in with everyone, and to gain more favor with Yang Hao... well, let it be.

Elena made a choice that suited her situation: to answer questions but not to ask more.

“Definitely. Through comparison and examination, the skeletal structure is indeed similar to that of the Bayerjaans.” She nodded. “Explanation: As mentioned before… those skeletons are thousands of years old. Thousands of years ago, only the Bayerjaans sank into the earth after fighting against demons… and a very small number of Romans. If the historical records of Constantinople are correct.”

Even if those skeletal spiders were based on the remains of the Romans, it wouldn't change the fact that the God of Light was blaspheming the ancestors of the Bayrjans.

Teresa, who had calmed down, showed signs of another outburst. Yang Hao quickly hugged her tightly and tried to comfort her, but at that moment he heard words coming from Lord Lalumia:

"In this situation... we as leaders certainly won't panic, but if people learn about this rumor through some channel... things will develop in a direction we can't control."

Lalumia's words completely calmed down the previously agitated crowd.

Indeed, only the leaders know the unpleasant news from the Roman Empire's dioceses. Even if they are furious, it will only last a few minutes before they calmly continue their work under the supervision of others.

It is a good thing for a country to have a leader who can act calmly—but the question is whether the people can really be as calm as their leaders.

After thinking for a moment, they shook their heads in unison and said: No.

Because of the difference in social status, the limitations of the people themselves, and the fact that the public rarely has the awareness that "my actions will affect the entire country"... if the Bayer Zans were to learn what had happened in the parish... Yang Hao and his group's plans would probably be scrapped and restarted due to the overwhelming public opinion, right?

Ultimately, the United Nations is a nation built on the foundation of its people. Their leaders are like navigating a small boat through a turbulent river; under normal circumstances, they can hold onto the poles to avoid potential reefs and risks, preventing the boat from capsizing.

But in special circumstances, that is, when public opinion is instigated, the oars are moving on their own and the bow is charging headlong toward the reef, wouldn't the helmsman be at a loss?

In other words...

Currently, only Yang Hao and his group know about the God of Light's despicable actions, which is actually a good thing. At least Yang Hao and the others have time to prepare, allowing the Bayern people to mentally prepare themselves, preventing them from being blinded by rage and shouting that they will teach the God of Light a lesson.

But the question is—is this really something that only people like us will know?

They looked at each other in silence. Then, Yang Hao, Teresa, and Finn stood up simultaneously and said that they would immediately order their adjutants to prepare the people back home mentally.

"Using the parish cannibalism incident as a prelude..."

"Then, little by little, they'll smear the God of Light, gradually preparing our people to believe that those living under the God of Light's rule have absolutely no respect for corpses..."

"Finally, when people have basically accepted that even the bodies of Romans themselves would be desecrated, and begin to worry about what might happen to the tombs in St. Petersburg, then we will proactively expose this rumor..."

"At least this way...we can avoid losses, and although it will be a bit of a struggle, there is still a possibility of success within a day."

The three of them, one after another, under Elena's strange gaze, Naruja's bewildered stare, and Lord Lalumia's satisfied gaze, gave their shared thoughts, which they had not communicated with at all but were in perfect unison.

Ultimately, if rumors that are destined to be noticed by the public are allowed to fester uncontrollably, this public opinion will eventually grow into a behemoth that the government cannot control, and then bring extremely negative effects to the entire country.

But conversely, what if we deliberately scoop out a few pieces before this huge dough has fermented?

Just like the process of persuasion, first you pretend to be innocent by holding hands, and then you subtly imply that you're going to play it really hard by hugging and cuddling. That way, even if you wear the most seductive lingerie when you go to the hotel, the person who has been mentally prepared by the layers of hints will at most be surprised, and won't turn around and run away.

In the context of the current United Nations, this means letting the people know the ugliness of the Church of Light in advance. Once the people realize that the Church of Light doesn't even spare the corpses of its own people, they will naturally start to discuss whether the corpses of their ancestors beneath St. Petersburg will be dishonored.

At first, there will certainly be people who righteously express their anger—but as more and more people become worried, and even the masses themselves come up with countless reasons to justify the God of Light's actions... this public opinion, which is destined to get out of control if nothing is done, will eventually become a behemoth that can barely be controlled.

For now, this can be considered a barely acceptable friendly situation—but in the end, we still need to find a way to vent this public opinion.

Fortunately, we're about to take down the God of Light soon.

Just as Yang Hao and the others sighed and turned to leave to continue their intensive work, in the distance, the God of Light, having temporarily recovered some of his strength amidst the slight relief of his pain, was...

Although faith and divine power are still fading, at least after the God of Light completely stopped moving, the rate at which divine power and faith are fading has slowed to an acceptable level.

He realized that the speed at which divine power and faith were being lost was actually related to whether or not he was taking action.

"Damn it...damn it!"

With an uncontrollable roar of rage, the God of Light felt his divine power and faith draining away at an even faster rate. He quickly covered his mouth, and at the same time, he became acutely aware of the principle behind the loss of divine power.

Simply put, this is a water tank fixed to a horizontal bar that sways back and forth constantly, with a crack at the bottom.

If I do nothing, the amount of water leaking from the [water tank] will be minimal. At least within the range acceptable to the God of Light. The loss of faith and divine power, roughly one minute's worth per second, is still manageable.

However, if I take any action... even just speaking, the power lost every second will increase exponentially. Once I start physical action or even unleash divine magic, the consumption will become greater and greater, eventually reaching the point where one second consumes the power of several months.

The God of Light suspected that if he regained control of his physical body, he might be able to prevent his divine power from being stolen—but then he thought that if he returned to his physical body, that vile saintess might steal his divine power of more than three hundred years... In the end, the God of Light chose to restrain himself, to endure the pain, and to wait for the best opportunity.

It's better to let mortals attack than to suffer even greater losses to his already dwindling divine power. But even with the divine decree issued, the God of Light cannot risk monitoring the Old Cult's every move.

All he could do was send his [Skeleton Demons] to act as overseers, so that they could force the Old Cult to launch an attack in his place, and also provide some breakthrough power when the New Cult resisted.

The God of Light was confident that the Bone Demons could break through the Protestant defenses in one fell swoop, but he seriously doubted whether his followers harbored any disloyalty towards him.

Saint Cecilia's actions irritated the already fragile spine of this treacherous villain. Now, when he looked at everyone, he suspected that even the believers harbored thoughts of harming him. He suspected that the saint had worshipped other gods, that she had rebellious ideas of becoming a god, and that his own followers had been corrupted. But he never suspected that the saint was merely a pawn being used.

It seems that the God of Light might never have wanted to admit, even in death, that there were people in this world who fanatically believed in him—he was even willing to turn his followers into a foolish populace in order to obtain the most concentrated and least likely to betray faith. His sense of security was completely shattered; now, sitting on the throne of the Heavenly King was nothing more than a wild dog worried about when it would bleed to death.

Even so, the God of Light remains the God of Light. He may be in a state of impotent rage, or he may be gradually weakening, but the one thing that hasn't changed is that he is still a god.

In this situation, even if the leader of the Church of England still harbored disloyal intentions, he had no choice but to temporarily avoid confrontation.

Especially when they noticed those spider-like, twisted, fat skeletal demons rushing from St. Petersburg, with what appeared to be human skulls mechanically issuing oracles from the God of Light, and even the numerous weapons clutched in the skulls' hands still gleaming.

He realized that now was not the time to act. He began to feel fortunate that he had fed the exhausted believers a coarse meal mixed with toxins before dinner that night, and had also cut out the tongue of one of the believers in preparation for accusing him of being a Protestant spy.

"Honorable divine messenger...we will be setting off soon."

Peter the Elder spoke respectfully to the enormous skeletal demon before him. Then he turned to look at his soldiers, who had not yet been poisoned, and made sure that everything was prepared and that everyone had a torch. He then waved his hands and ordered his army to advance under the cover of night.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by the leader of the Church of England, some soldiers were trembling with fear, clearly terrified by the messenger of the God of Light.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice large gashs on the necks of these soldiers. The faint purple light was obscured by their thick collars; they trembled violently, even receiving several lashes from the priests while walking. They appeared utterly useless, yet, with the demon's aid, they had gained the possibility of escape.

A demon from the Central District offered them a deal—the demon would let them leave this hellish place alive, but in exchange, they had to spread the rumor of the Light God's skeleton demon throughout the United Kingdom.

They didn't understand what the United Nations was, but they knew very well that if they refused to accept it, death would come sooner than they imagined.

Driven by fear... a group of soldiers stripped off all the equipment that could prove their identity during the Old Church's midnight march and fled naked into the distant forest.

Meanwhile, the pain in the God of Light intensified once again.

He realized that even if he did nothing, the bastard who was draining his power would continue to widen the crack at the bottom of the water tank until it was completely beyond repair.