True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 410 - 378 Ending 1_2

Chapter 410: Chapter 378 Ending 1_2

"The structural issue of the Eastern Orthodox Cult, Snake Woman, you haven’t come out for too long; it seems like you are somewhat outdated," the Night King explained, "The structure of the Eastern Orthodox Cult is quite peculiar. Although nominally it’s a large sect, in reality, inside it is divided into fifteen independent churches. These churches can’t be considered branches because each operates independently without any higher authority. Each one of these independent churches has its own headquarter. Thus, altogether, the Eastern Orthodox Cult has fifteen headquarters, distributed across different regions." The Night King leaped lightly, dodging a pile of debris in front, and continued.

"Among all the independent churches of the Eastern Orthodox Cult, the one in Constantinople is known as the most orthodox. The jurisdiction of an independent church and the area it influences, is called a patriarchal region. Constantinople’s patriarchal region is the most orthodox one, and their highest leader is known as the universal church patriarch, the spiritual leader of all the independent churches in name. Of course, it’s only in name that they are the spiritual leaders."

The Snake Woman frowned slightly.

"So you’re saying, aside from their common faith, the connections between these independent churches don’t significantly concern other interests?"

"You could say that, given that the independent churches have absolute autonomy. Although last time the Knight of the Blood Curtain died at the hands of the Holy See, and his death was seen as a disgrace by everyone in the Blood Curtain, when it comes to matters of interest, whether it be disgrace or something else, they all must step aside. That’s politics," the Night King seemed to understand everything at heart.

"What a strange organization," the Snake Woman shook her head, no longer speaking.

"That old Rogan, deliberately waiting until their fight was over before jumping out. Isn’t it just to tie down our strength so that he can continue to hold the most Mark Aura?" The Night King sneered, "Don’t forget Griffin and the First Councillor have yet to make a move. The First Councillor is only a newly risen power, his strength can’t influence the overall situation, but it’s different for Lord Griffin. The title ’Titan’ isn’t just made up...."

The Snake Woman nodded seriously, a thick wariness flashing in her eyes.

"Right now, the two in front have the most Mark Aura. According to the calculations, it should be Lophista who has the most. It’s surprising that the people of the Constantinople Orthodox Church are willing to let the Holy See gain control and gave all of their Mark Aura to them. There must be some agreement between these great powers. That is to say, if we didn’t show up, they’d have definitely decided control of Elisa’s Gate after a contest!" the Night King asserted.

"Indeed," the Snake Woman nodded, saying, "Previously, neither Lophista nor Grisnan used the Holy Artifact, and the magic side’s people from the Tower of Wisdom sent only the expendable ones, clearly just to occupy a spot with the Mark. The heretics did the same, only sending a B-level Spatial Ability user, clearly unwilling to fight for it. They definitely have an agreement!"

"This time, the representatives from the Eastern Orthodox Cult are the strongest, perhaps the control this time..." The Night King did not finish speaking. But the Snake Woman could guess his meaning.

Both gave slight smiles.

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Area around the Purple Crystal Pillar

Piercing white beams of light shone dazzlingly onto a meter-high Purple Crystal Pillar. The surface of the entire Crystal Pillar reflected a circle of faint purple haloes, slowly radiating out like rings of light, appearing exceptionally splendid.

Surrounding the Crystal Pillar, there was a circle of buildings, dilapidated and incomplete. The whole Crystal Pillar platform protruded high, and below was completely covered with cement rubble, revealing that this place was originally a tall building.

In the middle of a nearby building, there was an advertisement board with a picture of a beautiful woman, next to it a concentric circular fountain. Below the high platform, there were many congested scrap cars. It was clear that this place used to be the busiest and most bustling center district of the city. But at this moment, a grey-white circular platform gracefully arched with a Purple Crystal Pillar reaching skyward, bathed in the white beam of light from above, as if it was a scene from a myth.

The area where the platform was located was originally a crossroad. Along one of the diverging roads, countless scrap cars blocked the way, and a moving building had directly collapsed, completely obstructing the road. The other roads, however, were not totally clogged.

Yet it was pitch black all around, desolate and bleak, giving off an aura as if one had entered a ghostly realm of death. The large number of vehicles represented the past prosperity and bustle, making the current silence and stillness seem all the more eerie.

In the quietness, time slowly passed by. The halo on the Purple Crystal Pillar grew brighter and brighter.

Ding!!

A crisp ringing sound suddenly echoed.

On the surface of the Crystal Pillar, a circle of clock patterns instantly appeared, with twelve white dots forming the shape of a clock. A purple hand slowly protruded out, pointing directly at the nine o’clock position.

Boom!

At one intersection, several cars were violently flattened. Above the crushed tops, a silver armored giant twice the height of a normal person appeared.

Just standing there, his enormous weight alone made the two cars underneath creak incessantly. The bodies of the two vehicles were both pushed inward, almost turning into two lumps of scrap metal. Behind the giant in the silver armor were two pairs of silver metal wings, but they seemed somewhat awkward, as if there should have been three pairs, with one pair’s spot conspicuously empty, looking as if it had been forcefully torn off.

No sooner had the silver-armored giant stood firm, than a clump of black mist immediately followed close behind, and then slowly descended onto a black sedan nearby.