I impersonated God in America

The bishops' council had just ended when Lynn closed the briefing in front of him.

After all, he is now the Archbishop of New York, and his work is significantly more demanding than in his previous remote church.

Although I'm still quite free.

The only thing he liked was the street view outside the window, which was better, except for the occasional parade.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Expand the system panel.

The two fruits he just drew were hanging in the warehouse. He hadn't looked at them carefully yet, but now it seemed that he hadn't drawn them too badly.

Paramecia-type Blood-Blood Fruit.

It's another fruit that didn't appear in the original story.

After some testing, Lynn discovered that it was a special Paramecia type, just like Katakuri's Mochi Mochi Fruit in the original work.

In other words, the fruit itself is a Paramecia type, but it can avoid attacks by turning into blood in advance, and its performance is extremely similar to that of a Logia type.

Users can also manipulate blood for combat and to restore their bodies.

It's a decent fruit, not too bad either.

Paramecia-type Spring-Spring Fruit.

The ability is to compress the legs into springs to store energy and rebound, instantly unleashing an extremely exaggerated speed.

In the original work, the users were some minor characters, but the principle of the Spring-Spring Fruit itself is not weak.

After all, as long as the body's endurance is sufficient, it can be strengthened by continuously accumulating power.

If combined with Xu Ge's physique, this fruit could increase his speed by several orders of magnitude.

This ability is well-suited for developing a downline.

He put the two fruits into the warehouse.

The church bells outside the window had just struck the hour.

He recalled a strange expression flashing across the faces of some of the priests below when the Book of Revelation was discussed at a previous meeting.

By this time, the church had already been transformed by him, and it could even be said that it was a giant Homie in itself. However, sometimes the Homie could only do the most basic work, and some information processing was still somewhat unintelligent.

It's easy to fall into a situation where someone says, "I'm telling you now in the most truthful, straightforward, and direct way that there are no doubts within the church."

He closed his eyes and took in everything around him.

In the lounge next to the confessional, several priests who had just left a meeting were packing up their briefcases.

The youngest one stuffed his notebook into his backpack, glanced up at the corridor, and lowered his voice.

"The matter of the Horn of Roses was mentioned at today's meeting. Now that the Archangel and the White Horse Knight have both appeared, what do you say about the Book of Revelation..."

"Shh. Don't say things like that in church."

"I was just asking."

The elderly priest next to him, who was processing documents, looked up and said, "That kind of thinking is dangerous. Trials are not something we can discuss."

"Remember that we are merely readers of the Bible."

"But the judgment itself is in the scriptures..."

That's all for today.

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The young priest's eyes gleamed with contemplation as he walked absentmindedly down the church corridor.

"Wait a minute, is this Father Milton?"

Suddenly a voice called out from behind him.

He turned around and saw a bishop standing at the corner of the corridor, with a strange expression on his face, which startled Milton. But he quickly recovered and greeted him: "Your Excellency the Bishop."

Then he saw the bishop approaching him, his expression still somewhat unreadable.

“Young man, I overheard part of what you said in the lounge. I’m a little curious about your views on the Book of Revelation.”

Milton lifted his backpack over his shoulder.

"I just feel that the trial itself is unavoidable; it will come sooner or later, and there is no need to avoid talking about it."

"you mean."

"It doesn't mean anything special. It's just that if the trial really comes, I have a clear conscience."

After expressing his thoughts, Milton looked at the bishop in front of him with obvious nervousness.

After all, the priests had expressed some dissatisfaction with his ideas, and he wasn't sure what the church in front of him thought.

However, he will not let his thoughts be influenced by others; he will boldly speak out what he thinks.

The bishop suddenly relaxed, then took out a note from his pocket, which unfolded to reveal a handwritten address and time.

“It takes courage to speak your mind, child.”

I've seen this kind of thinking of yours a lot lately.

“There’s a small sharing session in Brooklyn every Thursday night. It’s with people who share similar ideas. You can go and listen if you’re interested.”

Milton's face lit up with joy upon hearing the bishop's affirmative tone. He quickly stepped forward, took the note, glanced at the address, folded it, and stuffed it into his breast pocket.

He nodded, turned and went downstairs.

Lynn listened to the situation below with a calm expression, showing no surprise.

After all, this was something he had anticipated.

only.

I suspected there would be divisions within the church, with supporters of Revelation emerging. But I didn't expect the division to be this deep.

Even bishops are helping them make connections.

[I wonder how many people in this church have already privately sided with the trial.]

Moreover, if this situation exists within the church, the situation among some fanatics in the general public is likely even more serious.

Even if Michael himself appeared and paused the story of the White Knight's demise, could that not stop people's thoughts?

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New York, at a gathering place.

Several archbishops sat around a long table, on which were spread several documents about the arrival of the White Horse Knight.

"How much do you know about the new Archbishop of New York?"

"He'd been stuck in some remote, impoverished area all along. If New York hadn't been so dangerous, would he have even been in the running?"

"So, whose side is he on?"

"It's unclear at the moment. He's just taken office, so we can wait and see before bringing him in."

The archbishop of Philadelphia placed his cigar on the edge of the ashtray and opened an exquisite wooden box on the table.

What comes into view is a gold cup with a spiral gold rim.

He put on gloves and took the golden cup out of the box and placed it on the table.

"This should be part of the list mentioned in the surviving archives of Boniface VIII."

"I don't know if this one is genuine, since there have been so many fakes before."

"At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder whether I should be glad that the horn was genuine."

"Don't overthink it, what's done is done."

"I really didn't expect that we would actually be able to find one."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small splash of water suddenly rose from the bottom of the cup.

Clear water surged upwards from the bottom of the cup, condensing above the rim to form an extremely blurry, semi-transparent human face.

crunch.

Everyone simultaneously slid their chairs back several steps.

But then everyone realized that since it was something from a holy relic, it must be a certain saint.

With this thought in mind, everyone felt relieved and got up to surround the golden cup.

What are we afraid of if we're on the same side?

The face slowly turned above the rim of the cup, and the ripples in the water around its eyes flickered a few times.

"Has the Book of Revelation...begun?"

The Archbishop of Chicago stared at the watery face on the rim of the glass, which was still swaying slightly.

"May I ask, which one are you mentioned in the Bible?"

The face remained silent for a moment.

"I...forgot my own name."

"I just heard about the Book of Revelation and was slightly awakened from my slumber."

"Perhaps I can help you."

"Reboot the Apocalypse".

Chapter 115 Heading to Hell Surrounded by Crowd

"Your Excellency, could you elaborate?"

Gazing at the golden cup before him, the Archbishop of Philadelphia rested his hands on the edge of the table. Those around him also stroked their chins, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"As you all know, the Apocalypse has not ended; it has merely been paused. If we want to restart it, we only need to awaken the second Knight of the Apocalypse."

[A war knight?]

Upon hearing this, everyone present naturally remembered the contents of the Book of Revelation.

The original text of Revelation chapter 6 states: "Then another horse came, red in color, and he gave him authority to take peace from the earth and to cause people to kill one another."

"Now I need to ask you a question. Why do you think the world is at peace?"

"Because there is no war?"

"No, it's because God allows peace to exist. Out of His love, God continues to maintain this world tainted by sin, preventing it from collapsing due to war."

The sound of the golden cup echoed throughout the room.

"The world can have any form of peace, which depends entirely on the 'reconciliation' that God accomplished on the cross."

Upon hearing the sound of the golden cup, the Archbishop of Philadelphia's face flushed slightly.

He realized that his understanding of the Bible was not deep enough, so he made the sign of the cross on his chest and began to confess in a low voice.

"Admitting ignorance is not weakness, but the first step to gaining true wisdom."

The Archbishop of Boston suddenly realized something: "What if the peace treaty is withdrawn?"

"The War Knights will descend."

"His coming has only one condition from beginning to end: that the world does not deserve peace."

"When those who deserve peace are killed, when humanity has destroyed all the foundations of peace with its own atrocities, God will withdraw the hand that maintains peace."

"After the false peace is shattered, it will be time to continue the Book of Revelation."

The archbishops remained silent for a long while. Having reached their positions, they were undoubtedly intelligent and possessed a deep understanding of theology; they understood the approach the Golden Cup had suggested.

"Does it mean to erase the symbol of peace from the world...?"

"Since you all know what to do, you should also know where you will go after you finish."

"Those who kill the symbols of peace will only face hell. I will only ask you once: are you prepared for this?"

The Archbishop of Philadelphia remained silent. The other archbishops also looked down at the crosses in their hands.

After all, for them, opening the Book of Revelation was for going to heaven.