As the ruler of the Western Court Empire, the master who dominates the West.

Peter the Great can indeed be called a mighty monarch.

Not only did he purge the conservative forces with an iron hand after ascending the throne as a youth, but he even went so far as to kill his own siblings to consolidate power. He also possesses exceptional talent on the path of extraordinaries.

His enemies fear him and gave him the title of Bloody Emperor, which he accepts with pleasure.

Because the empire needs iron and blood, not warmth and tears!

But at this moment, this young emperor looked at the prime minister and fell silent: "That person... is actually so strong... We must immediately come up with a countermeasure!"

Even though he possessed the only divine curse object passed down by the Imperial Family, Peter the Great had no confidence in defeating a 9th-ranked individual who commanded unique divinity, let alone killing one.

"A mortal cannot be so powerful, not even a Pseudo-God!"

The prime minister pondered: "Does Your Majesty remember that ancient legend?"

"About... becoming a true god?" Peter the Great pondered for a moment, his voice dry: "When a mortal truly digests unique divinity, is there a possibility of becoming a god? Is that person... a god in preparation? Should I hand over the crown and kiss his boots?"

The young emperor's tone was mocking, but the prime minister's expression turned serious: "If the other side belonged to our empire, I would recommend Your Majesty do so, even mobilize the entire nation to tribute to them and become their wings... However, the other is an Easterner, so we have no choice but to preemptively kill, or else Enrique and Bauhinia would be our fate!"

"Even if I could gather a few 9th-ranked individuals, they are clearly not that one's match." Peter quickly pondered.

"At this point, there is only one way, only a god can fight a god!"

The prime minister's expression was solemn.

"Pray for... the True God to descend?" Peter the Great widened his eyes: "Lord Poderic, have you forgotten the fate of the Clement Kingdom? What's more..."

The existence revered by the Church of Destiny might not be interested in the rise and fall of a mortal empire.

"Of course not the one we believe in, but we can have Bauhinia and Enrique's people take action..."

Poderic smiled: "At the brink of the church's extinction, the true fanatics will surely fight desperately!"

"Yes, we cannot wait! Immediately order those on both sides to begin!"

Peter the Great quickly made a decision.

...

Church of Misfortune.

"Great Lord of Calamity, the master of all misfortune..."

Around the giant altar, there were many offerings, some of which were extremely bloody.

Led by the Archbishop of the Church of Misfortune, a group of priests were beginning the ceremony.

Some of them muttered the name of the Lord of Calamity in indistinct whispers, again and again, while others began to dance a bizarre ritual dance, twisting their bodies into strange arcs amidst eerie accompaniment.

Suddenly, there was movement in the giant altar ahead.

A hint of grey color emerged, like a spring, continuously pouring out from the altar.

Then, it engulfed these people...

Spirit Church.

"Great Spirit King!"

"Ruler of all spirituality!"

"Descend!"

Boom!

Amidst the cries of a group of priests, the spirituality of this area began to riot, manifesting a blurry face.

However, before the people of the Spirit Church could rejoice and express their requests, the face looked down, and a pair of hollow eyes seemed able to assimilate everything.

The fanatics of the Spirit Church didn't even have time to react before they themselves were transformed into the purest spiritual particles, dissipating between heaven and earth.

...

"Indeed, Westerners are not fools... After failing at the frontline and estimating my real combat power, they immediately thought of summoning the True God for a comeback... What a pity."

Zhong Shenxiu watched the streams of information flowing in the void and shook his head: "They don't know the real conspiracy of this world... so they all failed."

For a great existence, one world means nothing, let alone fanatics who actively attach themselves.

Daring to rudely disturb, getting directly killed is the normal consequence.

"It's just... trying one True God after another, although the Traveler Church lost the Pope and a bunch of people, there are still a few survivors, and next up it will surely be them, and the Lord of the Gates will also definitely descend!"

This was agreed upon by Time's Ouroboros before, a test!

As for why not continue to pray to the Lord of Destiny?

The entire Western Court Empire is also afraid of death, for goddess sake!

Seeing such tragic scenes, no matter what, they would definitely let the Traveler Church try first.

After all, although the Lord of the Gates does not differentiate between friend and foe, he has indeed responded to prayers and descended as a True God.

And if the Traveler Church still fails, the Western Court Empire might be more likely to send people to negotiate peace.

Unless driven to a dead end, who would want to perish together?

"It's time to start!"

Zhong Shenxiu suddenly understood, others' tests are not for you to prepare, but come as they please.

Therefore, he immediately decided to begin seclusion to break through to the 'Ancient Immortal' realm!

...

Western Court Empire.

"Great deity... are you really going to abandon us?"

Peter the Great gazed at the reports of two failures, murmuring softly.

"Your Majesty, the gods never said they would protect us, we are merely clinging to them..." Prime Minister Poderic coughed: "Now... the Spirit Church and the Church of Misfortune not only failed, but their leadership is entirely wiped out, so should the Pope of Fate attempt it, or should we let the Medici Family intervene?"

"Naturally, let the Medici Family try!"

Peter the Great replied without hesitation.

When the Clement Kingdom was destroyed, part of the Medici Family's bloodline successfully fled to the Western Court Empire for refuge.

It was through them that the empire obtained clues to the damp bone forest and successfully secured the uniquely divine curse object.

"Tell them, regardless of success or failure, I will enfeoff the Medici Family as a Duke Family, inheriting indefinitely..."

Peter the Great said: "They have worshiped the Lord of the Gates for generations. Although the Pope of the Traveler Church is dead, sending people from the Medici Family might be more effective!"

"I understand, then where will it take place?"

Poderic inquired.

"Let it be within their former kingdom's territory..."

Peter the Great answered without hesitation: "It's closest to the East, and in case something goes wrong, it's less likely to affect us..."

He certainly knew how costly the failed attempts to summon gods had been to those two major churches.

Not only was a large area of land permanently devoid of life, with all participants perished, but even their bloodlines were likely cursed!

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