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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0281_part_03
Chapter 646
chapter 0281 part 3
"Mortal! Get out!"
Michael's mind felt a moment of confusion, but he instantly reacted. A Human with powerful Consciousness actually dared to try and control his Ideology.
Michael let out a cold snort. In his Sea of Consciousness, he revealed his True Body. Hundreds of pairs of white light feathers behind his back spread out, emitting endless light and Warmth. The power of Holy Light cleansed all impurities in his Consciousness.
A moment later, the buzzing teaching voice in Michael's mind disappeared. Just as he thought he had annihilated the Consciousness of that overconfident Mortal, in his mind, a Bald Head old man sitting in a Wheelchair suddenly appeared clearly. Those eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts stared at him with a smile.
"Angel, another person who wants to become a God. Many years ago, I met a Mutant who called himself a God. He was very powerful, attempting to rule the entire World. Unfortunately, he underestimated Humanity's desire for freedom. In the end, he failed!"
"What is your purpose, obtaining this Cosmic Cube, or destroying the Interstellar Gate? Young man, you are making an enemy of the World!"
On a black bat-shaped Fighter Jet, Cyclops was pushing a High-Tech Wheelchair. Professor X, wearing a metal cerebro amplifier on his Wheelchair, muttered to himself, seeming to be advising someone.
Although Professor X successfully entered Michael's Sea of Consciousness relying on his Mutant Ability, because Michael's Consciousness was too powerful, he couldn't read Michael's Consciousness. He clearly didn't realize that the person before him was not a Superpowered individual or Mutant as he previously knew, but a genuine, undiluted "true" Angel.
"Eh!"
Professor X felt the Intruder's Consciousness space. The vast Consciousness Energy was absolutely no less than that of "Apocalypse". Moreover, in his Sea of Consciousness, there seemed to be another Consciousness present. He could feel the Intruder's reverence and awe towards that Consciousness.
Professor X tentatively probed towards that Consciousness that seemed to be in Slumber.
"Report, suspicious Target locked. Based on the time the Cosmic Cube emitted Gamma Rays, currently the suspect locked onto target Fang Jige!"
"The 265th Pope of the Vatican The Church!"
"No processing Clearance, the situation has been reported to the World Security Council!"
Leon Military Base has more than one complete Security System. Among which are hundreds of thousands of Surveillance Cameras spread throughout the entire Base, making this Military Base, jointly managed by various countries, have no secrets at all.
The Security System designed by Tony Stark, the former President of Stark Industries, and top Computer Experts and Security Experts from various countries, determined the old Pope's Identity immediately.
Pope of the Vatican! Although in Modern Society, the Pope's actual power is almost non-existent, his Influence, however, spans the entire Western world. A suspected Angel Energy Body and the Pope, this inevitably leads to certain associations.
The Base's Command Authority was directly transferred to the World Security Council. Within the Council, six High-level Staff from various countries at the ministerial level began remote commanding the Scene through the real-time Video feeds within the Base.
"Mr. Fang Jige, we need to know the Intruder's true Identity. We hope you won't make things difficult for us!"
In a Meeting Room within the Base, a steaming cup of Coffee was placed in front of the old Pope. The Entrance and the surroundings were filled with Fully Armed Soldiers. Several remote virtual humanoid image projections were on several Seats in this Meeting Room. A blond, somewhat bald White Person old man stared intently at the old Pope before him, with a serious look.
The old Pope, through the white Steam rising from the Coffee cup before him, glanced around at the few people with a sneer.
"True Identity? This gentleman, haven't you heard a proverb? Mortals cannot look directly upon a True God!"
"God!? Merely some Aliens with strong Individual Life Force. How much stronger is the God you believe in compared to that Thor from Asgard? We Humanity are currently entering the Interstellar Age. Deity, will eventually be swept into the trash heap!"
From The East, a certain ministerial-level High-level Staff responsible for liaising with the World Security Council, looked at the Pope with disdain.
"Heretic! You are blaspheming the Deity!" The old Pope heard the words of the Middle-Aged Man before him and was so angry that a pure white Holy Light rose from his Body. The Holy Light was emitted from the Silver Cross on his Neck and instantly enveloped his entire Body.
Clatter! The abnormal phenomenon on the old Pope's Body immediately triggered an overreaction from the Soldiers stationed in the Meeting Room. A sound of slides being pulled back rang out.
Large-caliber Exoskeleton Machine Guns and Energy Rifles all simultaneously pointed at the old Pope. In the four Corners of the Meeting Room ceiling, several suspected Gatling Machine Guns slowly began to rotate, their muzzles aimed at the Pope, entering a warm-up state.
"Pope, You have a strong Influence in the World. However, the Space Gate formed by the Cosmic Cube is the Property of the entire World, concerning the interests of all Humanity. Let alone The Church, even if that Intruder is truly a Deity..."
The blond White Person old man didn't finish his sentence, just gave the old Pope a meaningful gaze.
The old Pope's heart tightened. He naturally knew the blond old man's subtext. Even during The Church's peak in the Middle Ages, it was impossible to resist the entire World, let alone in Modern Society with Humanity's rapidly developing Technology.
Actually, he was also secretly feeling bitter. Originally, according to the Plan they had discussed with the Freemasons before, The Church was responsible for taking Action to get Control of that Beast Hide Scroll. Who would have thought that Archangel Michael would actually directly try to take that Cosmic Cube.
Even though he, this Pope, is claimed to be God's representative in the Mortal Realm, facing the actions of Michael, this Heaven Vice-Regent, what Method could he possibly have?
He simply held the Cross with both hands and began to pray with his eyes closed.
"King of God's messengers; excellent messenger; powerful Six-Winged Angel; You are one of the seven Angels before God's throne; brave and fearless challenger, Your holy voice echoes in the vaults of Heaven: "As God!"
You are God's appointed Guard; glorious Christian victor under the new law; You successfully protected Women and children; subdued the Evil Dragon and locked away his Strength; You are the Leader of the Holy Light Spirit."
Listening to the old Pope's chanting and praying, except for the High-level Staff from The East and the representative from Wakanda, the faces of the council representatives from the other four countries became exceptionally grim, as if their own mothers had died.
"Can someone explain the meaning of this hymn to me?" The representative from Wakanda couldn't help but ask.
"That was composed by a Priest from The Church, a poem used to praise Michael's radiance and glory!"
The France representative, a short-haired old lady, sighed and looked at the others. "Michael? Gentlemen! It seems we are going to make an enemy of God today!"
(end of chapter)
"Mortal! Get out!"
Michael's mind felt a moment of confusion, but he instantly reacted. A Human with powerful Consciousness actually dared to try and control his Ideology.
Michael let out a cold snort. In his Sea of Consciousness, he revealed his True Body. Hundreds of pairs of white light feathers behind his back spread out, emitting endless light and Warmth. The power of Holy Light cleansed all impurities in his Consciousness.
A moment later, the buzzing teaching voice in Michael's mind disappeared. Just as he thought he had annihilated the Consciousness of that overconfident Mortal, in his mind, a Bald Head old man sitting in a Wheelchair suddenly appeared clearly. Those eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts stared at him with a smile.
"Angel, another person who wants to become a God. Many years ago, I met a Mutant who called himself a God. He was very powerful, attempting to rule the entire World. Unfortunately, he underestimated Humanity's desire for freedom. In the end, he failed!"
"What is your purpose, obtaining this Cosmic Cube, or destroying the Interstellar Gate? Young man, you are making an enemy of the World!"
On a black bat-shaped Fighter Jet, Cyclops was pushing a High-Tech Wheelchair. Professor X, wearing a metal cerebro amplifier on his Wheelchair, muttered to himself, seeming to be advising someone.
Although Professor X successfully entered Michael's Sea of Consciousness relying on his Mutant Ability, because Michael's Consciousness was too powerful, he couldn't read Michael's Consciousness. He clearly didn't realize that the person before him was not a Superpowered individual or Mutant as he previously knew, but a genuine, undiluted "true" Angel.
"Eh!"
Professor X felt the Intruder's Consciousness space. The vast Consciousness Energy was absolutely no less than that of "Apocalypse". Moreover, in his Sea of Consciousness, there seemed to be another Consciousness present. He could feel the Intruder's reverence and awe towards that Consciousness.
Professor X tentatively probed towards that Consciousness that seemed to be in Slumber.
"Report, suspicious Target locked. Based on the time the Cosmic Cube emitted Gamma Rays, currently the suspect locked onto target Fang Jige!"
"The 265th Pope of the Vatican The Church!"
"No processing Clearance, the situation has been reported to the World Security Council!"
Leon Military Base has more than one complete Security System. Among which are hundreds of thousands of Surveillance Cameras spread throughout the entire Base, making this Military Base, jointly managed by various countries, have no secrets at all.
The Security System designed by Tony Stark, the former President of Stark Industries, and top Computer Experts and Security Experts from various countries, determined the old Pope's Identity immediately.
Pope of the Vatican! Although in Modern Society, the Pope's actual power is almost non-existent, his Influence, however, spans the entire Western world. A suspected Angel Energy Body and the Pope, this inevitably leads to certain associations.
The Base's Command Authority was directly transferred to the World Security Council. Within the Council, six High-level Staff from various countries at the ministerial level began remote commanding the Scene through the real-time Video feeds within the Base.
"Mr. Fang Jige, we need to know the Intruder's true Identity. We hope you won't make things difficult for us!"
In a Meeting Room within the Base, a steaming cup of Coffee was placed in front of the old Pope. The Entrance and the surroundings were filled with Fully Armed Soldiers. Several remote virtual humanoid image projections were on several Seats in this Meeting Room. A blond, somewhat bald White Person old man stared intently at the old Pope before him, with a serious look.
The old Pope, through the white Steam rising from the Coffee cup before him, glanced around at the few people with a sneer.
"True Identity? This gentleman, haven't you heard a proverb? Mortals cannot look directly upon a True God!"
"God!? Merely some Aliens with strong Individual Life Force. How much stronger is the God you believe in compared to that Thor from Asgard? We Humanity are currently entering the Interstellar Age. Deity, will eventually be swept into the trash heap!"
From The East, a certain ministerial-level High-level Staff responsible for liaising with the World Security Council, looked at the Pope with disdain.
"Heretic! You are blaspheming the Deity!" The old Pope heard the words of the Middle-Aged Man before him and was so angry that a pure white Holy Light rose from his Body. The Holy Light was emitted from the Silver Cross on his Neck and instantly enveloped his entire Body.
Clatter! The abnormal phenomenon on the old Pope's Body immediately triggered an overreaction from the Soldiers stationed in the Meeting Room. A sound of slides being pulled back rang out.
Large-caliber Exoskeleton Machine Guns and Energy Rifles all simultaneously pointed at the old Pope. In the four Corners of the Meeting Room ceiling, several suspected Gatling Machine Guns slowly began to rotate, their muzzles aimed at the Pope, entering a warm-up state.
"Pope, You have a strong Influence in the World. However, the Space Gate formed by the Cosmic Cube is the Property of the entire World, concerning the interests of all Humanity. Let alone The Church, even if that Intruder is truly a Deity..."
The blond White Person old man didn't finish his sentence, just gave the old Pope a meaningful gaze.
The old Pope's heart tightened. He naturally knew the blond old man's subtext. Even during The Church's peak in the Middle Ages, it was impossible to resist the entire World, let alone in Modern Society with Humanity's rapidly developing Technology.
Actually, he was also secretly feeling bitter. Originally, according to the Plan they had discussed with the Freemasons before, The Church was responsible for taking Action to get Control of that Beast Hide Scroll. Who would have thought that Archangel Michael would actually directly try to take that Cosmic Cube.
Even though he, this Pope, is claimed to be God's representative in the Mortal Realm, facing the actions of Michael, this Heaven Vice-Regent, what Method could he possibly have?
He simply held the Cross with both hands and began to pray with his eyes closed.
"King of God's messengers; excellent messenger; powerful Six-Winged Angel; You are one of the seven Angels before God's throne; brave and fearless challenger, Your holy voice echoes in the vaults of Heaven: "As God!"
You are God's appointed Guard; glorious Christian victor under the new law; You successfully protected Women and children; subdued the Evil Dragon and locked away his Strength; You are the Leader of the Holy Light Spirit."
Listening to the old Pope's chanting and praying, except for the High-level Staff from The East and the representative from Wakanda, the faces of the council representatives from the other four countries became exceptionally grim, as if their own mothers had died.
"Can someone explain the meaning of this hymn to me?" The representative from Wakanda couldn't help but ask.
"That was composed by a Priest from The Church, a poem used to praise Michael's radiance and glory!"
The France representative, a short-haired old lady, sighed and looked at the others. "Michael? Gentlemen! It seems we are going to make an enemy of God today!"
(end of chapter)
