Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 978: Chapter 434: Damn, I Really Became Three Gods!!!

The crimson blood pool was boiling, and one by one, figures twisted in pain were hung upside down above the grand hall, their bodies covered with wounds, seeping blood that dripped down like a curtain of beads.

From time to time, a chilling pale fire would drift down from the void, scorching their bodies.

Yet, facing such agony, these people’s faces not only showed no struggle or pain, but bore an indescribable honor and joy, with smiles of happiness at the corners of their mouths.

These were the most loyal senior followers of the Three Deceits Cult; only with such a status could they qualify to enjoy such ’Divine Grace’ on the day of the Holy Son’s birth.

Gray Robe, White Robe, and Red Robe, the three bishops half-kneeled at the very center of the blood pool, with two corpses, one male and one female, before them.

The man’s face was solemn, and although death had claimed him, his eyes remained wide open, harboring a sense of compassion. The woman’s lips were curved with empathy, her eyes tightly shut, hands wrapped around her abdomen as if protecting something.

The three archbishops spoke in unison, each syllable imbued with maddening power.

"All beings are void, all ages suffer, all things are sorrow, only pain is real and true!!"

Red Robe rose, covering his face with both hands, tugging suddenly. Instantly, his eyes were torn out, blood splattering, spraying upon the male corpse, as he called out with a stern voice.

"Oh, Bone Father, grant your followers mercy! Let me no longer behold this void world!"

Next, the Gray Robe bishop also rose, approaching Red Robe’s side, a smile playing on his lips. Two fingers placed in his mouth, pulling at the sides of his lips with casual movement.

Afterward, his entire cheek was forcibly torn open, revealing an extremely horrific grin, blood splashing onto the face of the woman.

"Oh, Blood Mother, have mercy on the world once more! Let us reveal our smiles!"

Finally rising was the White Robe bishop.

"Holy Son, descend!! Purify this incorrigible Muddy World!"

The voice of White Robe was clean and pure, each word uttered carrying an unspeakable sense of sanctity.

This feeling was discordant with the whole Three Deceits Cult, yet within this grotesque harmony, there was a peculiar beauty of descent...

As the voices of the three faded.

Countless followers behind them simultaneously fell to their knees, terrifying instruments of torture appearing around them, without hesitation piercing towards their own bodies.

"Chant the Three Gods, Holy Son descends!!"

"Holy Son descends!! Holy Son..."

Like an avalanche or a tsunami, the frenzied howls enveloped the entire cathedral in an instant.

In the eyes of every follower was revealed a madness of faith, a power of faith so intense it began to warp the surrounding space.

The phantasms of the Three Gods appeared in mid-air, a miracle possible only through the ultimate aggregation of faith.

The three bishops stood straight at this moment.

Looking at the almost tangible belief, their eyes showed no joy; instead, they harbored a trace of worry...

Then, a hoarse voice slowly emerged.

"The Bible says all life shall endure sevenfold solitude, sevenfold tribulation, and then the Holy Son shall descend on the seventh day, shading the world with seas of blood, purifying all."

As this voice appeared, the three bishops couldn’t help but bow in reverence simultaneously.

The other followers rose to salute, faces glowing with immense honor.

An elderly figure with graying hair, clad in a white robe, appeared in the blood pool at an unseen moment, beneath his feet countless blood waters boiled, transforming into myriad faces of anguished lamentations.

This was Chen Yuan, the sect leader of the Three Deceits Cult, the sole contemporary walker of the Three Gods, their spokesperson on earth.

Despite being the sect leader of the Three Deceits Cult, he exuded a dense aura of twilight, offering a sense of calm warmth.

Looking at the followers one by one, he spoke softly.

"Today is the sixth day, today’s pain is the pain of the Heart and Spirit, the pain of trivial thoughts, we perform the Divine Grace, and summon the Holy Son!!"

Thereafter, an invisible force emanated from his body, instantly spreading and encompassing the entire space.

In an instant, apart from the three bishops, all the followers seemed to be under immense suffering, kneeling on the ground, brows tightly furrowed, myriad painful worries and countless twisted thoughts surged madly.

This pain transcended conventional bodily punishment, representing a suffering that defied description.

The more intense the pain, the purer and stronger the surrounding faith grew, and vaguely, the phantasms outlined by faith of the Three Gods appeared increasingly lifelike.

Scanning the believers, Chen Yuan walked towards the two corpses, bowing slightly, his expression momentarily shifted.

Red Robe whispered beside him, "Sect Leader, still no..."

He hadn’t finished the sentence before Chen Yuan’s eyes, deeper than any abyss, turned to him, forcing him to swallow the words back.

"Go."

Chen Yuan uttered a single word.

Then, stepping forward, his entire form vanished instantly, as if a drop of water merging into the ocean without causing a ripple.

The three bishops did not hesitate, disappearing into the void at once.

In just an instant, deep within the Church Court, Red, Gray, and White Robe bishops congregated around a round table.

Chen Yuan stood beneath the distant statue of the Three Gods.

"Still no response?"

Gray Robe nodded, his voice solemn, "Yes, Sect Leader, still nothing. This faith is the purest, most frenzied notion ever accumulated in our cult’s history.