Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 58: Fifty, you are committing desecration!!!! (Two in one)_3

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At this moment, Ulu felt his restlessness gradually calming down. He smiled and nodded at the old Priest before watching him leave with the two young Priests, like a father worn with care for his children.

This is what Rhein is truly like.

The Priests he met yesterday did not fully represent Rhein.

They were just exceptions.

If he had met this old Priest instead of Lu Ji back then… even if he hadn’t been accepted into Somo City, things wouldn’t have turned out this way, right?

A strong sense of loss welled up inside him, but he quickly erased it.

“I’ve got the book you wanted to see,” Ulu said coldly to Bai Wei, “What exactly do you want to look at?”

Once again, Bai Wei felt the shift in Ulu’s emotions, but he wasn’t surprised. In fact, he seemed quite pleased to see it, so much so that his tone was filled with delight as he spoke.

“Good, let’s get started then,” Bai Wei said, “First, extract the records of every Bishop of the West Cathedral.”

Ulu furrowed his brows. Although the “West Cathedral Chronicles” had removable pages, he did not understand Bai Wei’s intentions: “Why do this?”

“No particular reason,” Bai Wei said nonchalantly. “If I had to give one, it’s probably because I think these guys stole my Corpse Blocks.”

Searching for information about Corpse Blocks on persons who have fallen countless years ago?

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Ulu thought Bai Wei was making a joke, but he didn’t say much and instead started to extract the pages from the West Cathedral’s earliest followers to the current Bishop Corey, a total of twelve. He laid them out on the table one by one.

These records were very detailed. Each Bishop had three portraits: upon entering Rhein, ascending to Bishop, and leaving the episcopacy, representing youth, prime, and twilight years.

Looking at these records, Ulu fell into Silence. Ten years ago, he knew everything about the twelve Lord Bishops, their glorious and great stories vivid on the pages, captivating the then-young Ulu. His desperate desire to get into Somo City was closely linked to these twelve Bishops.

He wanted to become a hero like them, not the… insect he was now.

But…

Bai Wei, examining these records, suddenly clicked his tongue: “So every one of them has a portrait, huh.”

“Because it represents a life dedicated to the Lord,” Ulu unconsciously replied, as if he had returned to the days of hard study ten years ago. But he quickly came back to his senses and became expressionless again, “So what are you hoping to find in these records?”

“I’m looking for their common trait.”

“Common trait?” Ulu’s brows furrowed deeper, “What do you mean?”

“‘The more one uses God’s power, the closer one gets to God. Thus, followers of the Evil God become increasingly insane, while followers of the True God become increasingly Divine,’ ” Bai Wei said indifferently. “That’s the propaganda of the Four Orthodox Churches, right?”

“What’s the problem?”

“So, these twelve Bishops, being the closest to Rhein, could use Rhein’s power to the greatest extent. Therefore, they should also have the most pronounced… common trait. That is what you call the ‘Divine Trait.’ So, what is this Divine Trait?”

Ulu’s frown deepened.

Although this idea was widely circulated, Ulu had never thought about it in depth.

A Divine common trait…

He scrutinized the twelve Bishops’ records, trying to find the common trait Bai Wei mentioned, but these Bishops came from north, south, east, and west, and their backgrounds were quite different. He truly couldn’t find the so-called common trait among them.

Then, he heard Bai Wei say leisurely, “Have you noticed… when these twelve Bishops were young…”

“They all looked quite delicate?”

Ulu was taken aback and subconsciously focused on the previously overlooked portraits of the twelve Bishops in their youth.

Then he was shocked to find that Bai Wei was right—none of the twelve Bishops were truly “ugly” in the conventional sense; each one resembled the beautiful youths in classical paintings.

An indescribable fear surged through him, but Ulu tried to maintain his composure and said coldly, “Are you joking with me? Is this a common trait? Why didn’t you say…”

“When did you stop feeling anything for the opposite sex? Do you remember?” Bai Wei interrupted calmly, “Was it innate, or… did it come later?”

Ulu’s eyes widened as he subconsciously grasped the armrest of his chair, veins standing out on the back of his hand.

He had never considered this question before.

“Do you remember what that old Priest said just now?” Bai Wei continued slowly, “The Evil God influences the minds of those who use Its power, making them more insane. This process is called corruption, while the True God makes those who wield His power more Divine, and this process is called—Purification.”

As Bai Wei finished, Ulu saw his left hand forcefully release the armrest of the chair and then slowly extend in front of him. The middle finger stood erect, “Gazing” at him as if laughing.

“So, this is your Purification?”

Ulu understood what Bai Wei was implying, but he did not want to believe it or, rather, he dared not believe it.

He subconsciously looked again at the portraits of the twelve Archbishops in their youth, and then he was horrified to find that, seemingly all at once, these portraits began to exert a massive… temptation on him.

At this moment, Ulu felt his reason frantically warning him not to believe any of this.

Because this was Desecration—the greatest Desecration… ever committed against Rhein.

And so he screamed inwardly at Bai Wei: “Shut up! You’re… Desecrating, you’re Desecrating! You are the Evil God! You are corrupting me! You desecrator of Gods…”

“If I am Desecration,” Bai Wei interjected mockingly, cutting off Ulu’s internal scream, “then, what was that old Priest doing with those two young ones just now?”

Ulu’s body stiffened.

Bai Wei leaned in closer, his every word tempting Ulu towards Hell.

“Do you want to go and see?”

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