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When John and his group entered the church, they were almost overwhelmed by the fervent atmosphere. This was no ordinary church; it was a fanatical, extreme center of faith. The towering stone columns twisted like tormented souls, bearing indescribable symbols. The magnificent stained glass windows depicted the images of chaotic deities, their colors unsettling.
The worshippers seemed driven by an incomprehensible force, constantly clamoring. They wore long robes, their faces adorned with various symbols and colors. They raised unsettling sacred objects and scriptures, chanting prayers in a strange language with a disordered rhythm. Madness and longing flickered in each person's eyes.
"Molochs！Molochs！Molochs!" The shouts of the congregation rose and fell, like wave after wave of dark tide surging into their hearts.
"Father! We need a father!" a worshipper shouted wildly, his voice filled with pathological fervor.
"He will lead us to glory! To the end!" Another woman joined in, her face flushed with an unusual redness.
Everyone was waiting for that moment - the appearance of Father Molochscreens. Their shouts grew louder and more shocking, as if to shake this already corrupt and decadent church.
John furrowed his brow and turned to look at Alixia. "This place is even worse than I imagined."
Alixia responded coldly, "This is a chaotic paradise. We must be careful."
Taktron nervously observes the surroundings, trying to find any possible technological devices or other clues behind this fervent atmosphere.
Karenmu tightly grips his sacred weapon, silently reciting the mysterious scriptures of the mechanical teachings in preparation for any unforeseen events.
They knew that the show was far from over, and the appearance of Father Molochscreens would be a dangerous turning point.
John's eyes moved quickly inside the church. His experience told him that it was best to be fully prepared in such places. The two guards at the church entrance were poorly equipped, one holding a torch and the other holding a rusty dagger, not particularly dangerous-looking. There were no obvious guards or security facilities elsewhere, which made John even more uneasy. In the realm of chaos, one should never underestimate the potential threats beneath the surface.
As his thoughts raced, the commotion inside the church suddenly subsided. A young but contorted-faced monk stepped forward, his eyes filled with fanaticism and an unusual gleam.
"Thank you, believers, for coming to this sacred place tonight," the young monk said excitedly, his voice overflowing with boundless passion for chaos. "Here, we are not bound by the empire's dogs, nor are we restricted by hypocritical doctrines. We are free, we are powerful, because we have embraced the true god—Father Molochscreens!"
The crowd inside the church responded wildly, echoing every word of the monk, their fervor seeming to intensify.
"Father Molochscreens is not only a symbol of power, but also the embodiment of wisdom and light! Every action, every decision he makes, is for us—his loyal followers!" The monk's voice almost reached a screaming pitch. "Tonight, let us welcome our great Father Molochscreens with the most enthusiastic applause and highest praise!"
The church erupted with deafening cheers and applause, as people almost lost themselves, completely immersed in blind worship of Father Moloch. Amidst the noise and fervor, Father Moloch's name was repeatedly called out. The lights inside the church suddenly focused on the exit at the side of the platform, and then the door slowly opened. The priest walked out slowly, his figure seemingly surrounded by a golden light, making him appear even more exalted and untouchable.
Father Molochscreens With both hands raised high, like an emperor receiving the homage of his subjects. His face bore a smile woven with compassion and dignity, bringing solace to every believer present. Slowly, he descended the steps of the platform, each step accompanied by the increasingly fervent cheers of the congregation.
Finally, he reached the center of the stage. At this moment, he suddenly stopped, raising both hands high and straight ahead, as if grasping the fate of the entire world. This gesture was like an unspoken signal, and in an instant, the entire congregation also raised their hands, imitating his movement, reaching forward. The air seemed to solidify with a certain sacred power, involuntarily leading people into a state of piety.
"Father Molochscreens！Father Molochscreens！" The voices of the followers reached a climax, with each person seeming to participate in a sacred ritual, their faith experiencing its highest purification in this moment.
Father Molochscreens smiled and slowly lowered his hands, as if he had just completed a great ceremony. He knew that at this moment, he was not only their leader, but also an indispensable part of their faith. And this faith would be the greatest strength for them to face all future difficulties and challenges together.
When Father Molochscreens stepped up to the pulpit, the entire chapel fell into a hush. He gazed slowly over the congregation with deep, penetrating eyes, as if he could see into each person's soul.
"My brothers and sisters, I stand here today to reveal a disturbing truth. A truth hidden behind this corrupt empire," the priest's voice was deep and powerful.
"Do you feel that you are faithful subjects of the empire? Do you feel that the emperor is an indispensable leader for us? Let me tell you, it's all a deception! The emperor, the man you worship as a god, his incompetence and greed have already led us to the brink of chaos."
The priest suddenly clapped the holy book in his hand, causing the entire hall to shake. "You see, the chaos in this universe is not some irresistible force or the arrangement of fate, but the result of human arrogance and ignorance. We are too self-important, yet we do not understand what true power is."
He walked down from the pulpit excitedly and went into the congregation, raising one hand. "True power is not what you think - money, fame, or status. True power is the perseverance of faith, the pursuit of truth, and the redemption of oneself and others."
"Let go of your illusions and acknowledge that we are all just specks of dust in the chaos. Only then can we find the path to redemption. Only by accepting the truth of this universe can we find that true power and turn everything around!"
The priest's speech was like a raging wind, sweeping through everyone present. Their eyes all emitted an intensely provocative light, as if ignited by some inner power.
"The time has come. We can no longer stand idly by, cannot let this corrupt empire oppress us. Stand up, for true power, for our faith and future!" The priest shouted hoarsely, causing the entire hall to tremble.
The congregation stood up, their faces filled with determination and the light of faith. In that moment, they knew they were united for a greater purpose - to seek out the true power and use it to change this directionless universe.
Father Molochscreens smiled as he returned to the pulpit. He knew his speech had ignited a flame in the hearts of the congregation. This would be a revolution to change the universe, and everything was just beginning.
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