Isabella looked at the map in silence for a long while, "But the Berserker Army are not God's Punishment Warriors. Although the drug can affect their minds, it won't grant them an indestructible will. Faced with truly terrifying enemies, they will still feel fear, and even turn around and flee—a defeated army of millions is enough to crush us into powder."

"Of course, it won't be that easy. The Berserker Army should mostly consist of the Church's lower-level believers, with the Judgment Army serving as the backbone," Jie Luo returned to the window. "And to obtain so many believers, unifying the Four Kingdoms is a necessary condition."

"What are the chances of success?"

"Thirty percent? Fifty percent?" she replied casually. "Fighting enemies we've never encountered before, with all the information coming from ancient books four hundred years old, how would I know what the odds are? Don't forget what I said before... if we're lucky enough."

That's exactly why it's so earth-shattering—putting the fate of all mankind on this gambling table, staking everything with few chips, winning big with little... a battle with a predetermined outcome won't make people excited and uneasy. Unexpected gains are the sweetest.

Whether humanity can continue depends on the courage, wisdom, faith, and sacrifice they show in this gamble. She thought, this is probably the scene that the gods want to see... the cowardly will not receive its smile.

"I hope you're right," Isabella pouted. "I'm getting more and more curious."

"Curious about what?"

"If the Fourth Prince of Graycastle were standing here, what would he do?"

Jie Luo frowned. "What, do you really think he can win against me?"

"Bishop Tyferron said that the Purifiers he sent to Graycastle have not been heard from to this day, as if they disappeared for no reason—and the Western Region outpost mission they were responsible for was arranged by you. In addition, we have lost Afra in the royal capital, Bishop candidate Mira, and the Great Cathedral in Longsong Stronghold..." Isabella paused at this point. "Don't you think the Church has never encountered so many setbacks since it started attacking the Four Kingdoms? It's as if we always suffer after getting involved with the Western Region, as if... the gods are protecting him."

"Enough!" Jie Luo slammed the table. "You know nothing about the gods!"

Isabella was slightly taken aback. "I was just joking... when did you start taking the gods so seriously?"

She suppressed the anger in her heart. "He's just a mortal! All a mortal can rely on is strategy and knowledge, and all of that will become a part of me. Even if he has a good way to fight the devils, the Association will definitely do better!" Jie Luo turned her head and stared at Isabella. "When the Church's army marches straight into the Western Region of Graycastle, you will naturally know who is the darling of the gods."

When Isabella left the Repository, she sighed softly, "You are becoming more and more like a... 'Pope'."

Jie Luo sat at the table without saying a word, her mood not calming down for a long time. This was not common for her, who had lived for more than two hundred years, if it wasn't because the other party involved the gods.

She knew what Isabella meant, but she couldn't explain it to her... no matter who becomes the Pope, no matter what ideas they originally had, as long as they have been in the God's Prayer Room, unimaginable changes will occur.

"Gods"... really exist.

Seeing that her thoughts had been disturbed, Jie Luo simply closed the book and walked towards the top floor of the Repository.

That is the highest point of the Secret Saint Temple, and also where the God's Prayer Room is located.

Pushing open the dark door made of frame, and climbing a narrow section of stone steps, Jie Luo entered a closed room without windows. The room was only a few steps square, not even enough for a person to lie down horizontally. The ceiling was conical, with a magic stone emitting a faint blue light embedded at the apex. In the dim light, Jie Luo could vaguely see the four walls and the hard floor. Apart from that, there was nothing inside. It was hard to believe that in this cramped and closed place was actually the closest position to the gods.

Jie Luo closed her eyes to feel its call.

Gradually, changes appeared in the dark world, as if something had jumped into her mind and was directly unfolding a picture in her consciousness—she knew that this was definitely not her imagination, and swallowing hundreds of souls would not be able to construct a scene that she had never seen, or even imagined.

When the distorted lines subsided, five huge paintings appeared in the vast, boundless world... one floating above her head, surrounding a huge circle, and the four below were arranged symmetrically in a cross shape, standing upright beside her in turn.

This is the revelation of the gods.

It was a very strange feeling to look at something in her mind. Jie Luo knew that once she opened her eyes, all the scenes would disappear instantly. She could only use her consciousness to observe each painting—when her attention was focused on the painting, she would have the illusion that she was being sucked into it.

The giant circular painting at the top was undoubtedly the god itself.

That was a dark world that also had no end. A huge red hemisphere hung in the very center. The sphere was made of substantial magic power. Just looking at it, one could feel the infinite and surging power. And the other half of it seemed to have been cut away by a knife, or hidden in the darkness, only revealing half of it.

The more carefully Jie Luo looked, the more she believed her judgment.

Because it was too magnificent.

She was insignificant in front of this mass of magic power. She couldn't even find the right words to describe how huge it was. Even the vast world under her feet paled in comparison to the red hemisphere. The magic whirlpools on its surface were wider than the sea, and the glittering magic light was more dazzling than the sun—who but a god could possess such vast power?

And what His Holiness called the Red Moon Descending probably referred to it—seen from the side, the *hunyuan* hemisphere did look like an incomplete crescent moon.

Jie Luo had tried to pray to it, but received no response. It just floated there quietly in the darkness, as if waiting for the final result of the Divine Will Battle.

That's why she felt so angry at Isabella's words. It doesn't protect anyone... only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly realize that, to the gods, humans are insignificant.

After withdrawing her consciousness, Jie Luo turned her gaze to the four paintings below.

She believed that the reason why the war that broke out every four hundred years was called the Divine Will Battle had an inseparable relationship with the contents of these paintings.

The Church's secret history recorded the guesses of the past leaders of the Association and Popes about the paintings. Most people agreed on one result—the ending place of the war is in these four paintings.