Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 759 - 749: Poison of Faith

Chapter 759: Chapter 749: Poison of Faith

After escaping the trap, a glint of ferocity flashed in the eyes of Cicada Ancestor, as a sharp claw swiftly reached for Charlie.

Charlie, unable to help it, shook his head gently and whispered, "Heaven’s Blessing."

To Charlie’s left, a Light Gate swiftly opened, and Cicada Ancestor’s claw passed straight through it without touching Charlie—as if Charlie standing there was merely an illusion.

Charlie’s face still wore a compassionate smile, "Lord Cicada Ancestor, previously you agreed to accept the protection of the Creation Church once restored. Are you intent on reneging now?"

"Has anyone ever told you that your smile is disgusting?"

Cicada Ancestor’s huge body levitated, its malevolent giant eyes fixing Charlie in a death stare.

Charlie touched his own face then shook his head, "The believers quite like this smile. As for a heretic like you liking it or not... I don’t care."

Ever since Charlie first fully took control of the Creation Church up to the present, nearly a thousand years had passed.

His Catastrophe-Level strength had granted him a longevity beyond the imagination of ordinary humans, so in these nearly one thousand years, he had spent at least seven to eight hundred years sitting in the seat of the Pope.

And the Glory Church had always been in his grasp, the so-called Divine Descendant Sect and Divine Grace Sect were also supported by him from the start.

Every few decades when he served as Pope, he would replace himself with another venerable Pope for ten to twenty years. Once that Pope stepped down, he would take up the position again.

Each time Charlie appeared slightly different, so no one ever discovered his true identity.

While holding the position of Pope, Charlie had to constantly maintain his smile, and after several centuries, aside from being expressionless, only this type of smile remained.

Even in extreme anger, he would maintain the smile.

The wings of Cicada Ancestor began to tremble, emitting a deafening roar, and rich blue light radiated from its body, forming circles of blue Energy Spheres around it.

Each Energy Sphere contained the strength to erase a small town from the map, yet this was merely a standard attack from Cicada Ancestor.

"I appreciate you releasing me, but upon further consideration, merely forty percent of the world’s faith is not enough to satisfy my appetite."

"So please do die, I will establish the Cicada God Church, and have all the faith of the world belong to me!"

An Energy Sphere trembled, then vanished into thin air, reappearing in front of Charlie. It exploded into a fierce blue glow, spreading energy over the sea’s surface, causing the solidified water below to crack with spider-web-like fissures.

Far away, Wen Wen, who had been studying the solid-state water surface, was abruptly blasted away by a shockwave, and only with rapid rotation of his fan-like wings was he able to stabilize his form.

He looked in alarm towards the direction of Mallet Island, sensing the clash of a Catastrophe-Level Expert’s power.

After the blue glow dissipated, the Pope Charlie’s robe was slightly damaged, and a bruise appeared on his forehead.

But rather than appearing annoyed, Charlie’s smile grew even more unrestrained:

"To possess such tremendous power, if only this strength served me, I could restore the former glory of the Creation Church!"

Cicada Ancestor looked at Charlie in confusion, "Have you truly gone mad?"

Releasing oneself was one thing, but enduring one’s own attack was another; the old man’s attitude had been strange from beginning to end.

Moreover, he was far too confident. On what basis did he believe he could control his own strength?

"I am not crazy, you are the crazy one!"

Charlie spoke slowly, "The Creator teaches us to abandon lies. You violated the conditions you agreed to just now, so you must pay the price. Before, I promised you forty percent, now you only get ten percent!"

"Strange human..."

Although Cicada Ancestor was puzzled, he did not particularly care about Charlie’s words. Strength was absolute, and all other schemes and tricks were insignificant. If the old man did not leave, just enduring about ten Energy Spheres would cost him his life, and for Cicada Ancestor, using these Energy Spheres was almost effortless.

But Cicada Ancestor soon realized that his control over his own strength was beginning to slow, as if the strength itself was refusing to attack Charlie. The Energy Spheres floating around him suddenly shriveled up, the energy dissipating into the air, causing the surrounding energy concentration to become alarmingly high, even stirring up a blue energy storm.

In that energy storm, Charlie touched his own cheek, his smile still present.

"It seems it has begun. From today onward, you are the Holy Beast of the Creation Church, your status, the steed of the Creator..."

Cicada Ancestor immediately swung his huge claw toward Charlie’s body, an attack far different from his casual ones before. This claw could even tear through space.

However, the attack stopped mid-air, and Cicada Ancestor, in shock, roared at Charlie, "What have you done?"

Charlie looked at Cicada Ancestor with pity and pointed to his own head.

"It seems you still haven’t figured it out. After all, you are just a wild beast. Even if your strength is great, you’re still lacking here."

"Have you ever thought about why that Archangel just nailed you to the Cross and threw you into this world, instead of killing you?"

"Why, when other Catastrophe-Level monsters entered this world, did they encounter obstruction from Glory Church, yet no one stopped you?"

Cicada Ancestor paused, "I just happened to escape at the end..."

Charlie shook his finger, "Wrong, there are no coincidences in this world!"

"You were let in by Glory Church, according to the wishes of that Archangel, allowing you to stay in this world to spread the glory of the Creator to every corner of this world!"

Cicada Ancestor closed his eyes and pondered, thinking carefully about that ten-winged Archangel who had ambushed him and nailed him to the Cross. The behavior was indeed very abnormal. At that time, he could have easily killed him, yet he had let him escape into this world.

"Unfortunately, your power was too great, and the Cross could not fully restrain you, so we had to pray for the Angel to descend to put you to sleep."

"But Maya Mi somehow learned about our plan, forcibly descended to this world through our ceremony, causing a huge mess. Fortunately, in the end, we managed to restore order, and you fell asleep while the body of the Pervasive Angel was shattered."

"For the past two thousand years, you have been sleeping on the Cross, every cell in your body quietly transformed, and the other Powers of Faith accumulated inside you were also exhausted under the influence of the Cross."

"The final step of the plan was the Crown of Thorns bestowed by the Creator, this miraculous creation imbued with a massive amount of Power of Faith. These Powers of Faith entered your depleted body, replenishing each of your cells."

"And the massive Power of Faith belonging to other deities... for you, it’s poison!"