513: Chapter 512 Pope Smith's Decision! A Reshaping of Faith!

To the side, the First Saint, "All-Seeing Eye" Professor Disser, who stood at the front of the platform, furrowed his brows into a tight knot.

He recalled his tragic past.

He remembered his daughter who died because of the national debt tax and the crazy laughter disease.

He remembered his wife who had left in despair.

It was the light curtain of "God" that guided him out of desperation.

It was Archbishop Nakamura Inao who told him that the culprit behind all this was the Huaxia devil from the East.

He believed this without a shadow of a doubt.

He passed the cruel ascetic trials.

He endured the inhuman Saint Ritual.

He finally obtained powerful "Holy Power."

His only goal now was to execute the "Demon-Slaying Project" and kill Lin Mo.

He wanted to avenge his family, as well as all the people of North America who had been persecuted by Huaxia.

But now.

What was this "devil" doing?

He was curing the crazy laughter disease.

He was elevating over a billion people to greatness.

He was even... planning to lift all of Huaxia into the sky.

If Huaxia was the devil.

Then what did that make them, who were struggling underground and relying on the Lord's mercy and gifts to gain power?

Professor Disser's gaze subconsciously drifted toward the "Illusion Lady" beside him.

He saw a trace of confusion on her face.

In her eyes, which were capable of bewitching all living beings, a look of uncertainty appeared for the first time.

Was even she shaken?

At this moment.

The only person in the entire cathedral who remained calm was the Pope sitting at the very top—Saint Smith.

Smith's brain was racing.

As the former director of the CIA and the first person to defect to the Trisolaran Civilization, he understood more than Nakamura Inao and these brainwashed saints.

This was no devil's trick.

Huaxia now possessed super-technology that was genuinely at least a hundred years ahead of other countries on Blue Star.

In the face of such absolute strength, the "Demon-Slaying Project" he had previously formulated would have an absurdly low success rate.

Send The Eighteen Apostles to Huaxia to carry out an assassination?

What a joke!

Before long, even the street cleaners in Huaxia would likely be wearing Exoskeleton Armor!

Even if the superpowers of The Eighteen Apostles were strong, could they withstand the siege of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of "Iron Man" units?

What made him even more terrified was the realization that he, along with everyone in the Holy Land, was merely a pawn on the chessboard of the Trisolaran Civilization on Blue Star.

And now.

In the face of such a massive technological and civilizational gap, this pawn seemed about to lose its original purpose.

And what would be the outcome once a pawn lost its use?

Smith shuddered.

No!

He had to find a way to prove that he was still useful.

He had to find a new value for himself and for this Holy Land, before the Trisolarans completely abandoned them!

Smith took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the Pope's throne.

His sharp gaze swept over the faces below, which were either confused or wavering.

He knew he had to say something.

At this moment, when everyone's faith was on the verge of collapse, he, as the only spokesperson for "God" on Earth, had to stand up and point them in a new direction.

"My children."

"Are you afraid?"

Smith's deep, magnetic voice echoed through the vast cathedral, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Everyone looked up at him.

"Have you wavered in your faith in the Lord just because you saw a false paradise constructed by the devil using lies and illusions?"