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Chapter 1804 Is 'K' the Incarnation of 'Death'? (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
The torrential rain pierced through the dark sky.

Dester looked up at Christos, who was being held captive on the podium.

He looked at Sert, who had turned to look at him.

Sert's voice traveled through Christos's microphone and echoed through the dark, rainy air via the loudspeaker.

The divine power hidden in Set's drafts was actually just a side ploy to see if Set could pass these drafts on to Christos.

Unexpectedly, Christos actually accepted the manuscripts and even used some of the draft paper for his speech.

Even if Christos didn't take those manuscripts, the power of divine grace would still leave the manuscripts, attach itself to his clothes or personal belongings, and arrive here. However, that would greatly increase the possibility of being exposed.

From beginning to end, no one ever doubted these seemingly ordinary draft papers.

Because these draft papers are very fragile, it would take a lot of effort, and even a lot of divine grace, to fix the power of divine grace onto them.

And if Serth had not handed over the manuscript, or had not handed it over today, all of this divine grace would have been wasted.

Given the preciousness of divine grace, almost no one would be willing to use it in this way.

After all, even for most religious sects, the power of divine grace is extremely rare, and they wouldn't waste it on these draft papers, even if it were used to create traps.

Unfortunately, the Death Cult is an 'exception'.

What determines the scarcity of divine grace is not the power of the grace itself, but the favor of the gods.

For an ordinary church, offering a large number of sacrifices may only earn a little divine grace, but for a favored church, a simple ritual may be all it takes to obtain a great deal of divine power.

Like those deceased apostles of K, although it is unknown how they did it, they always received great support from the gods without needing to consume any sacrifices, especially the favor of the god of knowledge.

Of course, the Church of Death is also a church that receives such favor.

In the midst of the torrential rain, people in the crowd turned to look at Dester, following the sound of Sert's voice.

The companion standing next to Destin also turned around and looked at Destin.

boom--

In that wide square, just as Serth finished speaking, a pitch-black coffin was suddenly opened.

Boom boom boom—

Immediately afterwards, amidst the torrential rain, one coffin after another was also opened almost simultaneously.

"How is this possible?!" The man in black, drawn by the voice, looked at the coffins. "These remains can't all be blessed with divine grace, can they?"

thump—

As he spoke, a mangled corpse inside the coffin stood up like a vertical plank, twisted flesh rapidly wrapping around its body, barely outlining a human form from the horrific remains.

Specks of purple light swirled around the corpse. Everyone stared at the body, but the horrifying face did not cause widespread fear. Instead, a faint sense of holiness emanated from the entire corpse.

It was as if what people saw was not a blurry corpse, but some kind of 'holy remains'.

thump—

Immediately afterwards, one body after another 'stood up' from the coffin.

An eerie tranquility enveloped the square, and a vague sense of sanctity and worship arose in everyone's hearts.

The sky had turned completely black at some point, and the raindrops falling from the sky carried a distinct, icy chill.

The raindrops were so clear, like a crystal-clear river flowing down from the sky, sprinkling down droplets of water.

At that moment, a distant song seemed to rise between heaven and earth, echoing in everyone's hearts.

"Brother Dester?!" The young man beside him looked at Dester and couldn't help but call out.

But Dester ignored him and took a step forward.

Purple light gathered beneath his feet, forming a staircase in the void.

He stepped onto the first step, and at the same time lifted the other foot, forming a new step beneath his feet.

Then he stepped onto another step.

As he moved, the distant song that echoed between heaven and earth became even clearer and brighter.

He walked forward quietly, his steps seemingly slow yet unusually swift, drawing everyone's attention to his movements, including the live stream cameras.

In the pitch-black rain curtain, a faint mist was slowly rising.

Finally, Dester reached the top of the rain curtain, above the very center of the body in the square.

He lowered his head, glanced at the crowd around him, and then looked at the camera in the distance.

He raised his hand and took out a purple 'K' pendant from his pocket.

He gripped the pendant, looked at the crowd, and said quickly in a hoarse voice, "I am an apostle of 'K,' an apostle of the great 'Grim Reaper.' I am here today to reward the apostle 'Christos' on behalf of the gods."

He held up the pendant in his hand, "The great Grim Reaper, in the name of 'K,' descended upon this world, bringing hope and a future, weaving a better world before everyone. And now, the realization of this new world is within reach. The faith of the great god has spread throughout the entire Federation, so we must come in place of the god."

He turned his head and looked at Christos, who was being strongly controlled by orange and purple light, "Bestow divine grace upon the apostle 'Christos', so that he and his followers may obtain eternal life."

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, unable to process what had just happened.

Christos was watching this scene with his eyes raised, his pupils moving slightly. He seemed to be struggling to speak, but he couldn't utter a word.

The terrifying purple light was surging wildly into his body, trying to completely take control of it.

The orange light descending upon the statue was fiercely tug-of-war with the purple light.

Dester watched this scene calmly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Although the statue of Elenska interfered, the purple radiance ultimately failed to control Kristos, but preventing Kristos from taking direct action or refutating her was half the battle won.

"Dest! What do you mean!" At this moment, Sert, who was next to Christos, clearly realized what was happening. He looked at Dester and said, "You leave here immediately and let Christos return to normal."

As he spoke, Sert walked to the microphone and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have encountered a problem. Mayor Christos has been attacked and is temporarily unable to act. I am Deputy Mayor Sert, and I am now taking over his duties. I hereby announce that today's welcoming ceremony is now over. Please leave the square in an orderly manner under the guidance of the staff."

Then he looked up at the direction of the live stream and gestured to the staff to stop the broadcast.

But the live broadcast crew did not stop; they kept the camera pointed at Dester in the sky.

Viktor looked down and saw that all the cameramen and staff were frozen in place, their eyes gleaming with a purple light.

Upon seeing this, he did not hesitate and jumped off the podium.

Below, the massive crowd did not disperse as Serth had spoken.

"You say 'K' is the incarnation of 'Death,' what evidence do you have?" a young man shouted from the crowd below.

“Evidence?” Dester turned around, smiling as he looked at the young man. “Haven’t you noticed? ‘K’ seems to have appeared out of nowhere. He didn’t have any followers at first, but powerful apostles always appeared. Haven’t you ever wondered where this kind of suddenly appearing god came from?”

He paused, then continued, "In fact, the apostles of 'K' are all apostles of the Great Grim Reaper. 'K' is the embodiment of the Great Grim Reaper. Death represents the final end, but also the hope of new life."

He glanced down at the bodies below. "These children who organized the march in Irons were all under the care of the gods. Their deaths were not the end, but the hope for new life."

"You mean this rebirth is turning into an immortal monster?" The young man glanced down at the corpses below. "You liar, come down from the sky!"

“Your arguments cannot change the objective facts,” Dester shook his head in response to the young man’s words. He did not attack the young man, nor did he continue to argue. “'K' is the embodiment of the great Grim Reaper. Whether you believe in him or not has nothing to do with it.”

He remained calm, as if repeating an objective fact.

The crowd below watched this scene. Seeing Dester's unwavering gaze, those who had initially been skeptical lowered their heads and began to consider whether what Dester said was true.

Most of those who come here are followers of Christos, and many of them have been exposed to the 'K' faith.

When 'Christos' is unable to refute them, their ideas are actually quite susceptible to influence.

It would be better if we could control Christos.

Dester turned his head and looked at the camera behind him.

Of course, those on-site are a minority; the majority, behind the live stream, are the ones who truly need to be 'informed'.

boom--

But just as he was looking at the camera, a gunshot rang out in the rain.

A bullet suddenly whizzed through the rain and hurtled toward the camera, attempting to shatter it.

But just before the bullet reached the camera, it seemed to hit some invisible barrier, suddenly slowing down and stopping in front of the camera.

Then, in the next instant, a fist suddenly shot out from behind the camera and slammed into it.

An invisible barrier appeared on the camera, but a faint glow also emerged from the fist. In the end, the fist pierced through the thin, invisible barrier, touched the camera, and shattered it in an instant.

Dester raised his eyes and looked at the owner of the fist, who was none other than the burly Victor.

“It seems there are still some who are stubbornly clinging to their beliefs.” He looked at Viktor and chuckled hoarsely.

At this moment, Victor had already retreated and rushed towards the other cameras.

Soon, all the cameras were shot down, and the live broadcast was interrupted.

Throughout this process, Dester made no reaction; he simply lowered his head and calmly observed everything. "When will you realize that this pointless action cannot change the real facts? The 'divine' grace will not change, nor will the divine identity."

He turned his head and looked at the crowd around him. "If any of you understand the supernatural, you can take a look at this intense divine power. If the great 'Grim Reaper' wasn't 'K,' would he have bestowed so much divine power on this matter?"

When he said that, most people looked somewhat confused.

On the contrary, the man in black standing at the back of the square subconsciously touched his chin and began to think.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this ceremony has now concluded," Sert said quickly from the podium. "Please leave in an orderly manner."

The fact that people in the square started arguing with Dester was not a good sign.

Once a debate begins, people can be persuaded.

Whatever Dester's intentions, his long period of lurking followed by a sudden outburst, unleashing a torrent of attacks on everyone, is certainly not a good thing.

When Christos is under control, in order to avoid a large number of casualties and potentially worse outcomes, the best approach is to disperse all personnel first, thus eliminating any possibility of Dester's output at the source.

But it was clear that the surrounding crowd did not intend to leave at this moment.

The staff members seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, and did not act according to Sert's orders.

In the sudden downpour, a faint, dim mist was spreading.

“Please leave immediately—” Sert spoke again.

At that moment, a figure emerged from behind and handed him a bracelet.

He glanced at the caller ID on his wristband: 'Vislo,' the South City Commander, now the Commander-in-Chief of the City Defense Force.

He raised his hand and answered the phone. "This is Sert."

"Something happened to Christos?" The other person was clearly surprised, but quickly recovered, suppressed their emotions, and said calmly and quickly, "The conglomerate has launched an attack."

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Irons

He Ao raised his head and looked at the thick fog around him, and the enormous entity surging within the fog.

"Live stream interrupted." Eve's voice rang in his ears.

From the very beginning, Eve has been indirectly describing and broadcasting Christos's 'welcome' ceremony to him via voice.

Although there are some differences between the actual visuals and the actual content, Eve still listed the important points and described them quickly at high speed, while the reasons were played in the background.

Heo stared at the thick fog around him as Dester tried to explain that 'K' was the incarnation of 'Death'.

why?
Although similar legends exist in other cities, those are likely rumors spread by conglomerates to smear 'K'.

At this moment, the Church of Death stepped forward and announced that 'K' is 'Death'. Why?
Moreover, their actions garnered them a great deal of divine favor.

In a sense, this was actually granted permission by the 'gods'.

why?
Is this some kind of ritual? A ritual for 'K'?

At that moment, He Ao paused slightly.

He felt a slight heaviness in his chest, as if a giant hammer was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

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　　(End of this chapter)