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Chapter 317: The Angel's Faith, Sown Across the Universe
Pegasus Galaxy. Planet Terra.
This was a savage world still trapped in a crude mixture of cold steel and steam engines.
Beneath an ash-gray sky, hundreds of thousands of native Terran heavy infantry gripped great-axes and steam-rifles, unleashing deafening war cries as they charged the center of the plains.
There, a hastily constructed white jade altar pierced the sky. Atop the altar stood a hundred-meter-tall statue of the Angel God. Konan's compassionate yet fiercely cold face looked down upon the charging ants through the alien winds and sand.
Kameda, draped in the dark red and gold robes of an Imperial Archbishop, leaned heavily on a pure gold staff embedded with a chakra crystal. He stood perfectly still beneath the statue.
Over the last century, his once-naive, round face had grown a majestic, trimmed beard. As the frontline supreme commander of the Empire's pioneer army and the Archbishop of Faith, he had walked across countless planets, witnessing the annihilation and subjugation of endless civilizations.
"Archbishop, the native army has crossed the ten-kilometer perimeter. Requesting permission for the Fourth Mechanical Puppet Legion to open fire," a Hyuga jonin reported, dropping to one knee.
"No need."
Kameda spoke plainly, his voice carrying evenly on the wind, bolstered by his chakra. He tilted his head back, staring up at the breathtaking statue of the Angel God. Absolute, terrifying zealotry ignited in his eyes.
A hundred years.
He still clearly remembered his miserable life as a lowly Sky Ninja under that old farmer. It was the light of Lady Konan that had illuminated his muddy, pathetic existence. It was the grace of Lord Alex that had elevated him from a bug in the dirt to a divine apostle crossing the sea of stars.
He had sworn an oath to let Lady Konan's sun shine upon the entire world.
But now, the shinobi world was too small. The Milky Way was too small.
He was going to ensure that the glory of the Angel God filled every single galaxy and every single planet in this universe!
"Ignorant barbarians. You dare resist the grace of the True God."
Kameda tightened his grip on his staff and violently slammed it against the white jade floorboards.
BOOM—!
A visible shockwave of golden air exploded outward from the altar, sweeping across the plains in a ferocious ring.
The instant the charging hundred-thousand-strong Terran army collided with the golden shockwave, it was as if they had slammed headfirst into an invisible iron wall.
Crack! Crunch!
Steam rifles backfired and exploded. Heavy armor buckled and shattered.
There was no bloody massacre. There was only absolute, crushing suppression striking directly at the level of their souls.
In perfect unison, one hundred thousand soldiers felt their knees give out. They crashed into the yellow dirt, completely paralyzed, unable to lift so much as a finger. Despair and terror instantly seized the hearts of the alien natives.
Kameda strode to the edge of the altar, looking down at the trembling masses. His voice cracked like spring thunder.
"I am the Archbishop of the Holy Empire of Dawn! I descend upon this realm bearing the decree of the Angel God!
"God does not desire your flesh and blood! God demands only your faith!"
Kameda raised his staff single-handedly. The chakra crystal at its peak erupted with blinding light, projecting a heavens-blotting avatar of Konan's six-winged form across the sky.
"Drop your weapons! Bow before the True God and enter our Chakra Network! Do this, and you shall be spared from hunger, spared from disease! Those who defy us shall watch star-fire burn their cities and their entire bloodline be exterminated!"
His thunderous voice echoed in every corner of Planet Terra.
Watching the awe and submission slowly dawning in the eyes of the natives below, Kameda sensed faint wisps of golden faith beginning to rise from every corner of the planet. It gathered into the statue, flowing through the interstellar faith conduit, rushing toward the distant Holy City.
He cracked a smile—cruel, yet profoundly devout.
"Has the next galaxy's coordinates been analyzed?" Kameda asked without looking back.
"Reporting to the Archbishop: Andromeda Galaxy spiral arm, M-73 Life Planet Cluster coordinates are locked. Spatial wormhole stability is at ninety-nine percent," his adjutant replied respectfully.
Kameda looked up into the deep, dark universe.
The Milky Way was settled, but this dark forest was still infinitely vast. The Empire's march could not halt. The spread of the True God's faith could not be broken.
"Set sail."
Kameda's eyes burned like supernovas.
"We're going to hammer the light of the Angel God right into the bones of the next civilization!"
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