The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 935 - 30 empires first appeared, 6 had different intentions.

Chapter 935: 30 empires first appeared, 6 had different intentions.

Gulomes was enthusiastic as he introduced the grand scene before them to Xerob, the Great Nether Envoy. Over a hundred workers were still busily hoisting large stone columns slowly upward. The physical strength of the Half-Beastmen was at least thirty percent greater than that of the mortals, yet their wages were thirty percent less. Apart from some precision work that still needed mortals or Dwarves to handle, Gulomes preferred employing Half-Beastmen for the project, as it significantly reduced the construction costs.

"Great Nether Envoy, look, over there is our Dark Altar. The altar will be meticulously crafted by the most renowned Dwarf Craftsman of this region. It will be adorned with many legends from our Dark Holy Church. I have seen the sketches, and they are quite luxurious and exquisite. I believe this altar may even rival the altars of the Giganthia Temple," he remarked.

"Over there is the Temple of the Underworld God. The statue of Hades, the god of darkness, will also be made by a Dwarf Craftsman. However, the sculpting of the face of the deity will involve Elf Clan artisans. I demanded that they make the statue look as lifelike as possible. Only in this way can we demonstrate the majesty of our Dark Lineage," Gulomes continued, unaware that the Great Nether Envoy seemed somewhat distracted. "The Temple covers an area of one thousand square meters, able to accommodate five hundred faithful who can sing praises here. I think this is certainly the grandest hall in the Caucasus and even in Nicosia."

Facing Gulomes’s endless introduction, Xerob was noncommittal. Realistically speaking, Gulomes was indeed an exceptional preacher, able to gather such abundant funds in such a short time, and to even commence the construction of the Dark Church in the sensitive area of Bruce. This certainly spoke to his strong capability.

Looking around, the entire Church complex was starting to take shape. Such a monumental complex would cost at least tens of thousands of Gold Shields. Gulomes’s persuasive abilities were truly capable of convincing many to fund this venture. The main temple of the Underworld God had reached the most critical phase of construction, and the surrounding piles of giant timber and circular arches were clearly for decorating the dome on top. The white lime powder dusted around the construction site resembled a blanket of snow.

Gulomes finally noticed the unrest in the Great Nether Envoy. Having talked like a river flow for so long, and yet the Envoy had not clearly indicated his stance, this made Gulomes rather uneasy.

"Great Nether Envoy, do you see anything here that is unsatisfactory?"

Xerob seemed to also realize his distraction, and shook his head slightly as if to shake something off, "Gulomes, you have done very well. You won’t find such an impressive complex anywhere else in the Caucasus. Those Churches of the Church of Light compared to our Bruce Dark Church are like a simple wooden house. I am proud of you."

"Then, Great Nether Envoy, it seems you are preoccupied with some matters? Is it about the Bruce Church?" Gulomes tactfully realized the issue at hand.

"Hmm, Gulomes, this massive construction activity you are undertaking here, have the garrison at Bruce Fortress and their local administrative officers made any demands or interfered?"

"Hmm, I don’t think so," Gulomes pondered for a moment. "There was only one time when the governor passed by Bruce Fortress to take a look, but did not make any comments and just left. Great Nether Envoy, is there any problem?"

Problem? The problem had always been there, but now it was a matter of how the Dark Lord perceived it.

Xerob felt a moment of shock. As the foreign conquest war progressed, Komer’s attitude toward the Dark Lineage had become increasingly ambiguous, forcing him to consider more deeply. Xerob found that the Dark Lineage seemed to be gradually distancing from this Dark Lord, and the latter seemed to be inadvertently encouraging this development, which made Xerob very uneasy.

The request to build a Dark Church in Odessa had been vetoed by the local council of Odessa, but Xerob knew that these representatives of the traders in the Odessa council did not have a strong preference. To put it precisely, in their hearts, there was no difference between the Church of Light and the Dark Church; the fact that the Church of Light had never been very popular here was telling. These traders were more concerned with their purse strings, believing in whoever could bring them more profits. Currently, it seemed that only Komer could achieve that.

The decision to veto by the traders of the Odessa council could only have been influenced by a directive from Komer. A hint from the local administration officers was enough to make those representatives nod and bow. As Odessa had already begun to replace Cyprus as the most important trading port in the southern part of the Nether Sea, the traders of Odessa had subtly shifted from initial resistance to silent acknowledgment and then to welcome this new Lord with open arms. Such a transformation could only be perfectly executed by traders.

The reasons for Odessa’s refusal to approve the construction of the Dark Church were simple: the locals were not yet psychologically prepared to acknowledge the Dark Lineage. This sounded absurd: how could they not be prepared when even their Lord was a true follower of the Dark Faith? However, on further reflection, Komer had never discussed his faith in public; whenever such topics arose, he skillfully redirected the conversation.

This seemed to be an ominous sign.

Could it be that the power of this world had indeed corroded the soul of the Dark Lord, blinding him with greed and even desecrating his own faith?

Xerob shook his head. It wasn’t that simple. The Dark Lord, having risen from a corner of the Caucasus and possessing exceptional cunning and wisdom, was not likely swayed by power. However, this did not affect the possibility of him walking a fine line between the two sides. Playing balance was the game of secular politicians, not suitable for true believers.

Xerob gave a cold smile. If the Dark Lord continued this way, he was playing with fire. The Dark Lineage had never belonged to any one person, not even if the Dark Emperor Kenifer III were resurrected. One could truly represent and possess the power of the Dark Lineage only when you were fully integrated with it and strived for its faith and development. Merely harboring opportunistic thoughts to exploit the Dark power would ultimately lead to self-inflicted damage.

It seemed Komer’s ideology was changing. Xerob did not want to see this happen, perhaps it was time to remind him.

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