CHAPTER 1046: CHAPTER 1048: A BOUNTIFUL HARVEST OF SACRED OBJECTS

The energy between the old priest’s hands was enough to make Wen Wen’s hair stand on end, but miraculously, it didn’t cause any harm, instead exuding a gentle power that nourished his body.

The Three Cubs and Tao Qingqing also showed no signs of discomfort; instead, they seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

The energy continued to rise endlessly, to the point that even Wen Wen couldn’t discern its level.

When this energy reached a peak, a cracking sound came from the Cup of Divine Blood, accompanied by a wail that normal people couldn’t hear.

Dark, evil energy escaped from the cup, but was immediately dissipated by the forceful energy.

The old priest let out a sigh of relief and then handed the cup to Wen Wen.

As soon as Wen Wen took the cup, the old priest’s body twisted suddenly, startling Wen Wen, who hurriedly took two steps back.

"This old guy, he wouldn’t try to scam me, would he?"

Clearly, the old priest wasn’t trying to scam; his bones shattered inch by inch, flesh continuously peeling off and healing, mysterious high temperatures kept scorching his skin, his teeth fell out one by one, his eyes were ground to powder and sprayed out from the sockets...

This sudden torture almost rendered the old priest unrecognizable, lasting nearly a minute before it stopped.

Wen Wen estimated that if such a change happened to him, he’d have bitten the dust in just over ten seconds.

The distorted old priest took only two more seconds to recover completely, with even the bloodstains on his robe vanishing, as if the terrifying scene just now hadn’t occurred.

"Uh... are you okay?" Wen Wen asked softly from a distance.

The old priest sighed gently, "I’m fine, it’s just... God wanted to kill me."

God wanted to kill him?

What god, the creator? Then at what level does this old master’s rank truly stand?

Wen Wen fiddled with the cup in his hand, noticing that the repulsive energy it initially held was now gone.

"What did you do to this cup?"

The old priest chuckled softly, "I merely returned it to its original state."

"The Saint Heir, in his desire to resurrect, triggers a disaster every sixty years, causing countless to suffer. This cycle should now cease..."

"From now on, this cup will no longer hold Divine Blood, nor will there be a battle for the Cup of Divine Blood again..."

"However, the cup itself holds much mystery and is still valuable to you."

Wen Wen hesitated for a moment, "Did you come to find me just for this?"

He didn’t expect someone from Glory Church to go through such nerve-wracking pain just to destroy the Cup of Divine Blood, a sacred object of great significance to them.

Why would he do that? Is he a snitch too?

The old priest smiled, "I am a priest, but that doesn’t mean I support Glory Church. I stand solely with the ordinary people who suffer..."

"Besides, if one day you clash with Glory Church, and at that time you have the power to destroy them, please show some mercy."

"Even though the church has strayed from its path now, it once was the main force sustaining this world, and currently, there are countless passionate youths within the church striving to make the world a better place."

With those words, the old priest leaned on his cane and slowly walked out of the cabin.

Wen Wen rushed out but found that his figure was already nowhere to be seen.

"What... exactly is his background?"

Wen Wen sat in his seat, pondering for a while until his gaze suddenly became intense.

The table before him seemed off, so did the chair, even the glass...

No, everything in the plane was off!

Currently, everything on the plane was imbued with a sense of Holy Power, giving off a strange feeling.

According to Glory Church, at this time, even a cup on the plane was a sacred object!

Throwing a cup casually onto the head of a Low-Level Vampire could crush it to death!

Sacred objects, they’re precious yet also not precious.

Precious because only the equipment worn by high-level Divine Technicians or Holy Knights for many years can possibly become sacred objects.

The power within sacred objects can accumulate. Some ancient sacred objects themselves possess immense power and have some special effects, making them a kind of alternative containment item.

They’re said to be not valuable because most sacred objects, due to insufficient heritage, do not hold much power.

At most they are tough and possess extra killing power against evil creatures, while holding a sacred object can also provide immunity against some low-level negative effects.

On Wen Wen’s plane, naturally, there were no powerful sacred objects, only the most ordinary ones,

But even so, their sheer quantity was astounding—the wrench in the toolbox, the parachute hanging on the wall, the paper bag for vomiting were all sacred objects.

Moreover, Glory Church has strict control over sacred objects, and they are rarely seen outside. Randomly presenting a pipe wrench could sell for a good price.

Additionally, the black plane, already endowed with supernatural powers, suddenly transformed into a super aircraft assembled from countless sacred objects.

Just how astonishing the overall enhancement was, Wen Wen did not know, but he knew that no one would be extravagant enough to make an aircraft out of sacred objects.

The three eyes of the Three Cubs blinked, looking at the airplane with a bit of eagerness.

Wen Wen stepped out the cabin door and jumped to the ground, discovering that the originally pure black exterior of the airplane was now covered with white Holy Patterns, looking mysterious and enigmatic.

But Wen Wen disliked it a lot, so he snapped his fingers, and dozens of tiger-like Puppets were summoned from the Sanctuary.

Two of the tiger-like Puppets were even holding large barrels of black spray paint.

"You two, use the spray paint to cover those white patterns, otherwise, if others see it, they’ll think I stole something from the Glory Church."

"The rest of you, flatten this place for me, about five meters deep, in a circle with a diameter of thirty meters, and move everything to the Sanctuary."

Not only Wen Wen’s plane, but even the surrounding soil, rocks, flowers, and trees were affected by the Holy Power, undergoing some degree of transformation.

Although these things didn’t directly become sacred objects like the items inside the plane, they were rare materials, which meant a profit for Wen Wen.

To his surprise, Wen Wen’s doubts deepened: "What exactly is that Old Priest’s strength... At least Xun Ying definitely couldn’t do such a thing, could a complete Spiritual Realm God manage it?"

To clear his doubts, Wen Wen returned to the Sanctuary and found Mo Gong.

Mo Gong was not at all surprised by his arrival; instead, he prepared some tea, making it seem as though he had been expecting him.

However, Mo Gong’s taste in tea was a bit bizarre, with a lot of odd things added to it.

Wen Wen took a sip and spit it out immediately; is this stuff drinkable for humans?

"That old man, what’s his background?"

Mo Gong showed a nostalgic expression: "I really dislike the Glory Church, dislike the Creation Church, but the Old Man Kant is one of the rare ones I don’t find so annoying."

"A thousand years ago, he was called a Saint in the Dongyou Region, dedicated to helping those who suffered, and I even helped him a bit back then, so we have some connection."

Wen Wen nodded and then curiously asked: "Then what’s the strength of this Old Priest..."

Mo Gong shrugged: "I don’t know."

"Don’t know?"

"This old thing doesn’t like to fight, doesn’t like to show his strength, and besides me, few people know that he is the Saint Kant."

"But a believer who can grow to the point of perceiving the essence of Deities, how strong do you think he is?"

Seeing Wen Wen’s surprised expression, Mo Gong added: "Of course, he definitely wouldn’t be able to beat me at my peak."

Wen Wen nodded with some understanding and confusion; the appearance of this Old Priest had refreshed his understanding of the Glory Church’s power.

"The world is complex; otherwise, the Sanctuary wouldn’t have fallen here in the first place, and the gaze of the Supreme Overlords wouldn’t be focused here."

"Don’t think that just because you have a Sanctuary, you’re invincible; you don’t understand the truth of this world."

...

At the center of the Holy City, the Sanctuary.

Like the Will of Nature’s hideout hidden in the Arctic, the Sanctuary is an independent space attached to the real world.

There is only one huge mountain here, divided into ten levels, with some constructions on each level.

The building at the very top belongs to the Pope’s palace.

Here, the Holy Power is extremely dense, ordinary people can’t even survive here; only Clerics of a certain strength can enter.

At the same time, there are also many Angels here who can move freely.

In the expansive great hall, the Pope sat on the throne, gazing indifferently at those below.

Below stood four young people, each missing one hand: Hosta with a wound on his face, the snitch Windsor arranged by Wen Wen, and another white-robed Priest with little presence.

"I’m not satisfied with your actions this time..."

Upon hearing this, the reactions of the four varied, with Hosta’s expression being the most straightforward, displaying his resentment and indignation openly on his face.

"Hosta, you go to the Tribunal next; the rest of you... need more training."

"Why the Tribunal, I..."

Before they could finish speaking, they were taken back by several Holy Knights.

Others in the palace knew that Hosta would not be the focus of the church’s nurturing in the future, while the others still had that opportunity.

Hosta’s abomination was too apparent, he was already destroyed by hatred, such a person is suitable to be a sharp blade, but not to be a leader.

The performance of the other three was poor as well, but at least they could still be further cultivated, perhaps becoming Big Shots in the church in the future.

After the young ones left, the Pope’s posture slumped on the throne.

"Let’s discuss, what to do this time."

The missing Purifying Angel, the severely injured Cicada Ancestor, the heavily damaged city, the ruined Creation Church ruins, and those erected black Crosses – everything is difficult to deal with.

Big Shots in the church passed these troubles around, and the Pope massaged his temples, feeling weighed down by these useless ones.