PDLP Chapter 875 Trial of God!
Chapter 875 Trial of God!
"You look angry."
A voice sounded from nowhere.
The old dean in the room was suddenly startled.
"Who is it! Who is talking!"
"I am your God. Since you have heard my voice, why don't you bow down and worship me?"
"Are you kidding? How can there be a God in this world? You have evil thoughts, don't you?" The old dean looked around, he suspected that someone was playing a prank on him.
But he felt that the voice came from his mind, which was very strange.
"Ignorant people! Don't you believe in me? But why when I come to you, you are either scared to death or don't believe in my existence at all! What on earth do you believe in!"
"If you want to prove that you are God, you have to provide evidence!" the old dean said cautiously.
"Very good, since you want evidence, I will give it to you."
As soon as the mysterious voice fell, the dean's arm began to burn uncontrollably.
Seeing this, the dean was so frightened that he howled. He slapped the flames on his arms frantically, but the fire seemed to come from within, and no matter how he slapped, it was useless.
"I believe it! I really believe it! Please stop using your magical powers!" The old dean was so frightened that his voice broke.
"This is a test. As long as you can remain calm in the flames, it will not harm you."
“Ah!!!! It hurts so much!!!”
At this time, the old dean was in so much pain that he couldn't think, let alone stay calm. It was amazing that he could hold back from screaming. After all, there were very few people as calm as Greg.
Moreover, Greg also used cheating methods and self-hypnosis at the time, otherwise he would not have been able to pass the test.
As a result, the old dean who was unable to put out the fire was burned to death with a mad and confused look in his eyes.
"Why are the qualities of these mortals so poor?" Dianhuo couldn't figure out this question.
In the past, the Mad Fire followers were famous for their ability to endure pain. If you can't even endure this little pain, how can you be a Mad Fire follower?
Dianhuo was a little skeptical. In his opinion, in such a large sect, there would definitely be people who could withstand his test.
Didn't Greg do well before? Dianhuo thought others could do the same.
Only if they can withstand the test can Dianhuo use them with confidence, because he needs his believers to hunt down gods, which requires absolute courage and wisdom.
So Dianhuo began to cast a wide net and constantly tested the sect leaders. In his opinion, those who could become the sect leaders must be devout in their faith.
However, what he didn't know was that in this era, people didn't believe in God at all, they believed in money!
So a terrible tragedy unfolded...
And it was on this day that the entire cult almost collapsed.
"A large fire broke out in a luxury residential area in the capital, killing more than 700 people and leaving more than 600 missing... The fire is still burning and firefighters are urgently rescuing people..."
Greg, who was watching the morning news, looked confused.
"Huh?" He slowly put down the coffee in his hand, with a puzzled expression.
He was ready for the coming storm from the cult, but how come those top leaders were wiped out in one fell swoop?
And judging from the technique, it seems to be done by a crazy person. That guy loves to burn things the most!
"What is this doing..." Dio frowned and began to think.
"Is he purifying the believers? That's true. Dianhuo doesn't trust humans. But what he is doing won't work in this era." Dio didn't understand what Dianhuo was doing.
To be honest, if Dianhuo just needs to say hello to the cult's top leaders and let them target him, Dio's situation will be very bad.
After all, the influence of this cult is very strong and has infiltrated almost every corner of the world. It is equivalent to a shadow government, and its ability is so great that it can manipulate the presidential election.
Being targeted by such a behemoth, it is actually not easy to deal with it with Dio's current abilities.
But I never expected that Dianhuo would purify his own believers right away. This is a bit...
Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~
A hurried phone call rang and Greg picked it up curiously.
"Is it Bishop Greg?"
"It's me, who are you?"
"I am a member of the sect, and we are currently confirming the situation of the sect's top leaders. You shouldn't have encountered anything strange, right? No, I forgot that you are someone that God is watching! So many things are happening now, and I'm a little confused."
"What happened?" Greg asked curiously.
"Now it seems that the top leaders of the sect are being watched by God, but they did not survive. Now that the top leaders are dying, we are reorganizing. As one of the few surviving cardinals, you are qualified to elect the Pope. You'd better be prepared..."
After finishing the call, he hung up in a hurry.
Greg's expression was somewhat puzzled. "Pope election? Me?"
"..."
"It seems that it is possible..." Greg showed an inexplicable smile.
It seems that this time all the top leaders of the sect were wiped out, even the Pope is dead.
"But the election of the Pope involves a lot of interests. I'm new here and my network of contacts is not that wide. There's a high probability that I'll lose the election, right? But I have to try anyway..."
Greg thought about it, turned on his computer, and logged into a secret website.
This website was established by a cult, and on the surface it is a website of an animal protection organization. However, as long as you enter the correct password, you can enter a deeper hidden website.
This website is used within the cult for elections and communication.
Dio clicked on it and took a look. There were now a bunch of gray avatars on the homepage of the website, almost a thousand of them.
"Tsk tsk tsk~" Greg shook his head as he browsed.
But he found an old acquaintance among these gray portraits.
"Even the old dean is dead. Will someone of his level also be watched by Mad Fire?" Greg was a little curious.
After all, it would be a bit strange to have an inexplicable guy mixed in among a group of big shots.
But in fact, Dianhuo sensed the old dean's anger, so he came to take a look. But he died after just taking a look at the waste. This made Dianhuo very disappointed.
After browsing the list of victims, Dio prepared to click on the voting interface.
However, as he refreshed the page, the list of victims grew longer. It seemed that the purification of the insane fire was still going on. This was terrifying news.
Dio clicked on the voting interface. There were five candidates, all of them cardinals.
He was among them, and his young face seemed out of place among the others.
Greg is thinking about how to write some propaganda slogans to canvass votes for himself.
As a result, he saw a very funny scene. The other four cardinals were madly voting for Gray.
They left a message on their homepage saying: "Although Bishop Greg is not well-known, he is the one who can survive the gaze of God. I think he is more in line with God's will! Please vote for him!"
After seeing these comments, Greg liked them.
"I didn't expect the atmosphere within the cult to be so harmonious. Everyone is united and friendly, and they give in to each other..."
Greg refreshed the page again, and he found that there were only three candidates left for the Pope. The other two also turned into gray avatars.
"..." Greg didn't know what to say.
He tried refreshing twice more, and he was the only finalist left.
He subconsciously looked again to see if there were two more characters in the gray list, but there were no more.
Then he saw from the comments below that the two surviving red bishops had directly declared apostasy!
"Is the sect going to be destroyed? Destroyed by his god himself..."
The comment section is filled with sadness.
"I received the latest news that the two apostate bishops are also dead!"
"It's over! Our God has gone mad! He wants everyone to die! It's because we have lost our faith! That's why we angered him! I call on everyone to regain their faith!"
However, such voices are in the minority, and most people are ready to apostatize and run away.
The comment section was filled with comments like crazy, and even Greg's words would be quickly refreshed.
In the end, he just browsed these posts silently.
When he came to his senses, his phone rang again. This time it was the hospital calling. The hospital seemed worried when they saw that Greg was not at work.
"Oh, sorry! I was reading an interesting post and forgot the time. I'm taking a day off today, don't worry about me. The neighborhood I live in is very safe."
"Okay, Dean. But have you heard, Dean? It seems that there is a big problem in the sect."
"Yes, I know that. Your dean is likely to become the Pope. Would you be interested in becoming a bishop or something like that?"
"Ah? Dean, you are so humorous~" The doctor opposite was amused.
Their permissions were too low to access the page, so they didn't know what had happened.
Just when the middle-level leaders in the sect were distracted, the trial of the gods seemed to have stopped.
All the bishops, except the unfortunate old dean, are still alive.
But everyone was still worried, they were afraid of a new round of trials from the gods.
However, at this time everyone also discovered a unique talent among the top leaders, and that person was Greg!
So the bishops voted for him without hesitation, regardless of whether they had any vested interests in the other party. They just voted first.
They thought that this way, the gods would focus all their attention on Greg.
For a moment, Greg was leading with a huge number of votes, and there was no need to even count the votes, it was certain that he was the only candidate for Pope.
In the past, when a new pope was elected within the sect, everyone would gather in the capital to build relationships.
But the situation this time is special, so we can only hold an online gathering.
Everyone directly created a secret chat group, and all people at the bishop level and above were in it.
"Pope Greg, what should we do next?" someone asked.
"Don't worry, it's best to have a doctor nearby. If you feel that a trial from God is about to begin, let the doctor give you a sedative. This way you will have a higher chance of passing the trial." Greg gave a useful suggestion.
"Ah? Is it that simple?" Everyone felt incredible. After all, they had heard rumors that the flames could not be extinguished. Pouring water or even isolating the air would not work.
What is the operation of giving a tranquilizer? Is it useful to give a tranquilizer when your body is on fire?
"That flame is a true supernatural flame, fueled by intense human emotions. The more emotional, the brighter the flame burns," Greg explained.
"Your Holiness, why are you telling us such an important thing only now?" someone asked.
"I've said this a long time ago. If you don't believe me, you can look at that post. I've said it more than once, but everyone was posting too fast. My words didn't even last a second before they were deleted!"
"Besides, you actually dared to question me! You'll never be able to be a Redcoat in your life!" Greg retorted.