Chapter 1415 - 653: Expanding the Demonic Banquet Council and Scheming for the Three Religions Sacred City (Part 3)

A barbarian mercenary destroyed a country, which ultimately evolved into the present Holy Silver Empire.

Another, along with the Three Religions Sacred City, was conquered twenty years ago in 1453 by Muhammad II, the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands, and similarly became history.

With the Holy City and unrivaled achievements in his grasp, Muhammad II has declared himself the true successor to the Ancient Silver Empire; everyone else is heresy.

Determined to make the Star Moon Empire the sole Great Empire in the world of the Holy Spirit Sect, he himself aims to be crowned as the supreme ruler of unified church and state; the highest successor, the Caliph of the Holy Spirit Sect!

Although he does not possess the Papal Tiara, he holds the Three Religions Sacred City.

As long as he stays in this Holy City, not to mention the Pope coming to kill him, even if a Sixth Order Angel and Demigod came, he would not fear them at all.

That’s how he planned it, and that’s how he’s doing it.

Soon, Muhammad II marched eastward to conquer the Rashka Duchy, Nemanja Dynasty, Tosca Grand Duchy, and other Balkan Countries.

In the west, he successively conquered the countries in the West Coast Region and defeated the Aries Dynasty, which also belonged to the Orthodox Way Faction, extending the eastern border to the Two Rivers Basin and seizing most of the islands in the West Sea Region.

With the power of his grand victory, no one on the entire West Coast could withstand the attack of this Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands.

He only awaits unifying the entire world of the Holy Spirit Sect, and it is not a dream for the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands to at least stand on equal footing, if not replace the Pope.

"Clearly, there are many ambitious figures eyeing the position of captain of this Material World.

I, the Orthodox Church, and this Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands all have our own plans to lead the world to the futures we decide.

If the Star Moon Empire wasn’t vying with the current maritime hegemon, the Kingdom of Castilia, for the position of overlord in the Inland Sea, the Fire Worship Empire wouldn’t even have the time to catch a breath and seek my aid.

It’s certainly not easy to make someone like Muhammad II submit."

Know this, in the historic turning point of 1453, Byron was just born, the Hundred Years War between Iris and Hightins had just ended, and the Dark Millennium was announced as over.

Yet the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands, Muhammad II, was already one of the most powerful monarchs shaking the continent.

To make a heroic ruler like him bow to a young person and acknowledge his leadership is laughable.

Moreover, if the other party had the chance to wield the Holy Spirit to command vassals, they surely wouldn’t hesitate to strike him.

"Thus, only indisputable violence and military strength, paired with unquestionable orthodox justice and supreme claim rights, might conquer the Star Moon Empire and the entire West Coast.

Achieving this requires more than a loose empire economic and military alliance with the Fire Worship Empire.

You all had better come into my fold."

Byron listened to everyone’s accounts, and a comprehensive plan had already formed in his mind.

He saw everyone looking at him expectantly, yet they hadn’t addressed how to solve the crisis facing the Fire Worship Empire.

Instead, he took out a bottle filled with bright red liquid from the Divine Kingdom and smiled at them:

"We need not rush the matters of the Star Moon Empire; I have a treasure here I’d like everyone to appreciate.

Upon seeing this treasure, the answer will surely come to you."

As he opened the cork, the sweet aroma of the blood filled the hall instantly.

Everyone instinctively twitched their noses, staring intently at the bottle.

The closest, the Desert Eagle, leaned forward, his eyes nearly bulging out, exclaiming in shock:

"This is the panacea that grants immortality... Panacea???"

Everyone gasped in shock.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The hall seemed suddenly filled with thousands of buzzing flies.

Once they confirmed the treasure’s authenticity, Byron spoke calmly:

"I’ll be forthright with you; my Demigod Ceremony has begun, and I’m in the countdown to reaching the Sixth Order.

Moreover, I control several Night Demon Kingdoms within the Corridor of Truth, with plenty of Night Demon Blood Tax to spend lavishly.

This means that if I desire, even a Fifth Order Pseudo-God’s eternal and immortal divine position can be granted to those who achieve great feats.

So, I think our way of cooperation may need a transformation..."

Byron initially obtained the Blood of Transformation due to a secret research project by Orthodox Saints and the Bloodthirsty Cult.

At that time, he was fish on the chopping board before the formidable church, unable to dare show his treasures or utilize them.

Now, however, it’s entirely different; he and the North Sea Empire’s power fully match the treasure’s worth.

It can be used to accelerate the expansion of their influence.

It’s no surprise that no one can resist the temptation of longevity or even immortality.

"Saint Byron, Your Majesty, please ascend to the supreme and unrivaled position... Caliph of the Holy Spirit Sect!"

The 35th Mountain Elder, the Assassin, unhesitatingly led his direct forces and controlled political power to kneel with a thud before Byron.

Amita’s true body served as this agent; the one beside Byron was merely a Fourth Order Incarnation of a Pseudo-God.

But that’s not the focus.

Among the numerous factions of the Followers Faction, the notorious Assassin Sect has the largest fist and is currently the world’s largest assassin group.

For the first time, the Mountain Elder, the Assassin, who had always hidden in the shadows, stood boldly in the light.

This second-in-command of the Followers Faction instantly became the last straw on the camel’s back.