Ron stood on the ice, looked up at the figure at the bow of the ship, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly turned to look for Silas's body.
But at this moment, he suddenly found that Silas's body had disappeared at some unknown time.
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Ron seemed to have figured something out. Not only was he not angry, but he actually laughed happily.
"Hahaha! So that's how it is! So that's how it is! Little fellow, you are truly too interesting. I didn't expect you to actually teach me so much knowledge!" Ron laughed very happily, that happiness even somewhat naive, like a child who had just learned a math problem.
"Lord Bishop! What should we do now!?" The others gathered around at this moment, their expressions full of worry.
Ron said casually, "We'll just watch. Remember our purpose. We are the vanguards and pioneers exploring the unknown. Sacrifice and killing are merely means to true knowledge, not the goal."
In the sky, Silas, standing at the bow of the ship, looked at the monster on the ground, his eyes shining with a sharp light. "It's not Shub-Niggurath. Merely a dark offspring possessing a part of Shub's core. As one of the three pillar bodies, she is not an existence that can be summoned by such a small summoning circle. Otherwise, with an existence of that level, the moment it is summoned, the entire space within the magic circle would be completely crushed."
Having seen through the essence of that monster, Silas said casually, "Let's just call you Dark Offspring. You are not yet qualified to be called the Black Goat of the Woods, little fellow."
After a simple confirmation of the Dark Offspring's situation, Silas glanced at the Holy Blood Library from the corner of his eye.
And at this moment, Silas instantly saw through the essence of that library.
It wasn't a library at all, but a human skull!
"What kind of human skull can mutate to this extent!" Silas was secretly shocked.
However, this matter didn't occupy too much of his energy. Silas quickly gathered his thoughts. "This is my debut. How I perform will determine the future positioning of our Evening Bell Church and the loyalty of our believers. So, the style must be impeccable."
Thinking of this, Silas began to use his authority, slightly raising his hand and casually waving it.
Instantly, the countless wandering souls, energies, and skeletons in the entire space, as if imbued with life, directly floated up from the ground and flew towards the sky.
"This is!!!" The others were completely dumbfounded upon seeing this.
Due to the collapse of the rules, they could now ignore the rules of Spirit Vision and see many things. Those energies, souls, skeletons, and so on, could all be seen.
Under their gaze, those souls, like diligent workers, held skeletons and used mystical energy as materials. With the countless resentful souls floating in mid-air as a foundation, they built a huge skeletal throne, a full five meters high, at a visible speed.
The huge throne floated in mid-air, carried by thousands of souls.
Then, the remaining souls, one after another, formed a bridge of souls and steps leading to the throne.
Silas strode forward, out of the ship, and, treading on the bodies of countless souls, walked up to the throne.
Swish!
His cloak fluttered in the cold wind. Silas sat upright on the skeletal throne, his emotionless eyes looking down at the ground. He spoke his first words since arriving here: "Ant, your actions have angered me."
This sentence had no tone, no emotion, yet it possessed an undeniable and irresistible power, as well as an indescribable majesty and dominance.
Thump!
On the ground, the clergymen beside Ron, including Father Gael, all instinctively knelt on the ground in terror upon hearing this voice.
"Is this the so-called divine might?" Ron became more and more excited at this moment, muttering to himself.
In the Holy Learning Library.
"Heavens!" Everyone was completely shocked by this scene.
"This… is this the power of a deity!?" Clausen stared wide-eyed, unable to recover for a long time.
Logan stared at the sky and murmured, "Jeros, your intuition is truly accurate. There is indeed a great figure behind Silas. But I estimate even you didn't expect this figure… to be so great, so great beyond the limits of what any of us can imagine."
Maa ruaa rawr…
A very strange and piercing sound came from the monster's countless mouths, seemingly very dissatisfied with Silas's address.
Silas rested his elbow on the armrest, raised his finger, and pointed slightly downwards. "Little fellow, your mother might still be qualified to sit on equal footing with me, but you are not."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
Instantly, dozens of knights riding giant spirit wolves soared up from the warship, treading on air and floating in mid-air.
"Warriors, inflict the judgment of death upon the blasphemer."
This voice was incredibly resonant. Everyone in the church, upon hearing this majestic and deep voice, instantly felt awe and a deep sense of worship.
Crack, crack… Boom, boom…
At this moment, it could be seen that all the warriors raised their long spears high. Then, countless lightning storms, accompanied by biting cold winds, gathered around the spear shafts. In a moment, what each knight held was no longer a long spear, but a compressed storm spear!
Just by looking at this storm spear, regardless of the distance, one could feel the terrifying power within it.
"This is true power! Every knight possesses such power, then…" Luke stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself.
"Storm!"
The knights roared, and the long spears in their hands were collectively thrown down.
Instantly, dozens of dazzling storms tore through the night sky, like countless frost-wreathed meteors, descending from the heavens.
The Dark Offspring on the ground sensed the threat. Its countless tentacles instantly extended, striking towards the knights at a bizarre speed.
However, at this moment, those dozens of long spears, linked with each other, had already formed a huge, terrifying storm.
At this moment, everyone felt an immense pressure, making it difficult to breathe.
Because everyone's feeling at this moment was that what was thrown down was not dozens of long spears, but the entire sky!
With dozens of long spears as the center, an incomparably huge and terrifying whirlwind had formed at this moment.
This conical whirlwind drew in countless lightning bolts, countless frosts, countless dark clouds, countless gales, giving the impression that the sky had been twisted into a long spear, descending from the heavens and shooting towards the ground.
This pressure was on the level of the sky collapsing and the earth sinking!
"True God above, heavens!" At this moment, everyone was stunned, staring blankly out the window.
However, there was an exception. Old Father Walter, at this moment, sat in his wheelchair, leaning in a corner. He didn't even look up, squinting his eyes and gently stroking his cane, his expression leisurely and content, seemingly completely unconcerned about the situation outside.
The storm-like spears collided with the tentacles, instantly crushing these tentacles and disintegrating them into the finest ice residue.
However, the storm did not weaken in the slightest. Descending from the heavens, the terrifying "Spear of Heaven" directly pierced the Dark Offspring's huge body.
Boom!
A terrifying explosion erupted. The huge storm and aftershock it caused directly blew away all the nearby clergymen. Some physically weaker clergymen were even directly frozen into ice sculptures, torn apart, and turned into ice residue.
Ron no longer cared about his subordinates; he focused all his attention on the center of the explosion.
His eyes shone with an incomparably excited light.
"Is this the authority of the Lord of Death and Storm!? This knowledge, this power, is truly fascinating."