373: Hehehe, am I the bedbug you are looking for?

“How strange? Could it be that an earthquake or tsunami occurred in that sea area?”

Unable to come up with a reason, Odin could only attribute the anomaly in Human Realm to a natural disaster.

Odin looked at the ring on his hand, his thoughts wavering.

Should he go check on the situation in Human Realm?

But Asgard's Rainbow Bridge had already been closed by him, and if he chose to go out at this time, he would definitely be caught by Michael.

Even if there was truly a problem in Human Realm, he had no way to spare the time to deal with it.

What should he do?

Odin was a bit agitated; he rose from his throne and walked to the back of the temple.

This was a huge stone wall with carved reliefs; Odin muttered some incantation between his lips, and the surface of the stone wall shimmered with ripples of light.

Odin took a large stride and stepped in.

He actually Transmigrated through the stone wall, seemingly entering another dimension.

Odin looked at the dim starry sky around him; a giant tree, of unknown height, reached up to the heavens, and from its base, countless roots grew downwards, seemingly without end.

Those roots were golden and transparent; this was Asgard's World Tree, and this World Tree could continuously convert Power Of Faith into Divine Power for the gods of Asgard to use.

It could be said that the World Tree was the lifeblood of Asgard.

Looking at the healthy tree roots, the worry in Odin's heart finally subsided.

It seemed that the Power Of Faith supply from Human Realm was normal, and the World Tree had not been affected in any way.

“Perhaps it was just a natural disaster. Once I find a way to deal with Michael, I'll go see what exactly happened.”

...

Song Zhong walked on a very dilapidated street.

On both sides of the street were smooth, uniform “walls.”

On these walls, every two meters, there was a window about half a meter high, with several steel bars embedded in it, and pairs of emaciated hands gripped those steel bars, behind which were faces filled with hunger and fear.

At first, Song Zhong thought this was a prison, but when he jumped onto a sculpture, he found that the entire city was built with such “walls.”

In the very center of the city was a towering and magnificent church.

It seemed these prison-like cells were the homes of ordinary residents.

Song Zhong looked up at the sun in the sky; estimating by its position, the time in Human Realm was probably around ten o'clock.

Seeing the street empty, Song Zhong was not quite sure what the operating model of this Human Realm was.

However, Song Zhong's sudden appearance caused a commotion among the “residents” within Human Realm.

“Lord Envoy, are we getting food early today? Grateful for the great Pope! Grateful for the great Lord of Asgard.”

“Lord Envoy, can you give my family an extra loaf of bread today? My child is sick, he needs more food, don't worry, as long as he gets better, I will make him do double the repentance.”

“Praise Lord Envoy!”

“Lord Envoy, I want to report, that old Bruce guy was slacking off during his repentance...”

The scene was utterly chaotic, looking much like a prison mealtime scene in a TV show.

Song Zhong listened to the jumbled voices coming from behind the iron windows and roughly made a judgment.

These people probably mistook him for the local Envoy.

And the Envoy was probably the management class of this Human Realm.

From the titles like Pope and Lord of Asgard, plus the magnificent church in the middle of the city, Song Zhong roughly understood the management model of this city.

All residents lived in designated areas, and food was distributed daily by the so-called Envoys.

What these residents needed to do was repent every day.

The so-called repentance was probably Asgard's way of collecting Power Of Faith.

All residents were confined in cages, the streets were empty, and only the so-called Envoys should have the right to move freely on the streets.

It was for this reason that Song Zhong was mistaken for an Envoy.

At this moment, inside the church, Archbishop Lance was reclining on a soft wool blanket, the spilled red wine not yet dry, leaving reddish-brown stains.

Archbishop Lance had a young and beautiful maid lying in his arms, and two other maids were massaging his legs and shoulders.

His face was very flushed, clearly an effect of the alcohol.

Archbishop Lance reached his thick, plump hand into the maid's bosom, enjoying the softness.

Just then, the door suddenly knocked.

“Your Grace, it's bad, there was an anomaly at the boundary gate just now, we suspect that suspicious personnel have entered [Paradise].” A Knight Captain in armor reported the situation to Lance.

Lance impatiently pushed the maid in his arms aside, “Knight Captain Mendes, do you know how strong the defenses of [Paradise] are?”

The Knight Captain named Mendes showed a hint of panic in his eyes, “Reporting to Your Grace, I certainly know, but the boundary gate was indeed attacked.

For your safety, I think we need to conduct an immediate investigation.”

Hearing that the other party was concerned for his safety, Archbishop Lance's expression softened slightly, “Even if someone came in, it's just a bug that can't use Mental Energy.

Mendes, you must remember, our most important task is to collect faith.

By the way, how are those commoners doing?”

Hearing Archbishop Lance's question, Knight Captain Mendes's face showed bitterness, “Recently, many commoners have died from illness, Your Grace, shouldn't we dilute some Asgard holy water to help them heal?”

Mendes's words were like a fuse, directly igniting Archbishop Lance, the powder keg.

“Has your brain been gnawed by a dog? How are those commoners qualified to enjoy sacred objects? Do you want those commoners to enjoy the same treatment as us?”

Sweat beaded on Mendes's forehead, “As you wish.”

Archbishop Lance impatiently waved his hand, “Don't worry, those commoners are like weeds by the roadside, very tenacious. Didn't you just say you suspected someone had infiltrated?

From now on, I will transfer the authority to mobilize the Knights to you. Go find those bugs that infiltrated.”

After giving the order, Archbishop Lance eagerly grabbed a maid's hand.

Another maid quickly took red wine into her mouth and then kissed Archbishop Lance's mouth.

Mendes dared not disturb Archbishop Lance further, “Your Grace, I will take my leave now.”

Archbishop Lance was very busy at the moment and simply waved his hand, signaling Mendes to leave.

Just then, a strange laugh suddenly came from outside the church:

“Heh heh, are you referring to me as the bug you just mentioned?”