Supernatural beings and nobles actually had pretty strong acceptance ability. Faced with this kind of information, most of them didn’t feel too panicked, especially without seeing any images. But that didn’t mean they’d be indifferent about it. The Church of the God of War, as the largest religious organization in human society in this world, had an extremely massive base of believers and church system. You could even say most territories’ military leaders were believers of the God of War. If this incident couldn’t be effectively resolved, probably half the world’s people would feel panicked. In the ’News’ comment section, in Magic Space forums, in group chats, in private chats—everywhere people were discussing this. Quite a few church powers also sprang into action. Gray Fort Imperial Palace. The Gray Fort Emperor looked at everything on the Magic Net, his expression not changing much. Maybe because he was used to maintaining a stern face, displaying great authority, giving people a feeling of unshakeable calm. But the Shadow not far away could clearly feel his own pressure had increased somewhat. "The War Church cleric deaths—you didn’t know about them?" "I knew." Shadow didn’t hesitate at all. "But all the information I received said they were killed by heretics. Recently the War Church has been getting more and more excessive. Other churches acting is pretty normal..." "How many died total?" The Gray Fort Emperor cut him off directly. "Seven... now eight. News just came back—another one died in Layton County." Shadow’s voice was still that hoarse. "Same way of death, cause of death unknown. The answer given by the local War Church archbishop..." "Same again—some monster or heretic attack, right? They have a group chat. These are all explanations they agreed on together." The Gray Fort Emperor’s tone didn’t reveal what mood he was in. "Watch the War Church closely. Any abnormal information must be reported immediately. Don’t take it upon yourself to hide parts of the information anymore." After getting all the information Shadow had investigated, the Gray Fort Emperor waved his hand and had him withdraw. Shadow had quite a bit to keep busy with lately. As the Magic Net spread, the intelligence network Shadow was responsible for became much easier. All kinds of information could arrive instantly. In a short time, he’d used these technologies to monitor most of the world. While he couldn’t monitor every single noble, if anything major happened in most territories, he could know about it right away. That definitely wasn’t a problem. But as more and more information piled up, he was starting to feel increasingly powerless. Originally, information would take a month or even several months to come back. Each message’s transmission process was very dangerous, which meant messages were always extremely concise, only important information. But now, they practically wished they could transmit back things like "today in such-and-such place, what was the weather like, what were people doing, what were they eating." Several rounds of personnel expansion still couldn’t coordinate everything properly. But with the appearance of the ’Database’ feature, Shadow felt like he’d opened the door to a new era. Turns out, you just needed to input all kinds of information into this ’Database,’ and filtering out useful information became much simpler. All problems solved easily. Right away, he requested permission from the Gray Fort Emperor and started using the ’Database’ feature, beginning to input all past information into it for coordinated management. This work was obviously extremely difficult, requiring who knows how much time and energy to complete. Watching Shadow disappear, the Gray Fort Emperor couldn’t help but murmur: "Eight times now. What exactly does the War Church want to do... Layton County borders the Kingdom of Dawn’s southern territories. Can’t help but be suspicious..." "Father, are you saying the War Church is conducting blood sacrifices?" Prince Wilson finally understood his father’s conversation with Shadow and couldn’t help but speak up. "But what’s worth blood sacrificing for? Their external expansion is going very smoothly right now... Internal! They want to target us? Do they have a death wish?" "Eight times, eight directions. Plus, the distance from these eight places to the capital is about the same. It’s hard not to make me think of something..." Looking at this heir who said whatever he thought, the Gray Fort Emperor just felt enormous pressure. "Also, do you think what kind of monster or heretic could appear in these eight locations in a short time to carry out killings? Even if they could do it, why wouldn’t they just follow the principle of killing everyone they see?" The War Church must be plotting something. But he couldn’t confirm what exactly they wanted to do. Southern territories of the Kingdom of Dawn. The "suspended" regional archbishop of the War Church for the southern territories, former Lava General Geyera, sat in a mountain cave in the wilderness, roasting the cave’s original owner—a bear—over flames. The fragrance of bear paw kept wafting over. While waiting, Geyera pulled out his Magic Net. New news. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Looking at this news, Geyera grew increasingly angry. "How dare they? How dare they do such things? They’re trying to manipulate the thoughts of all the God of War’s converts across the entire Gray Fort Empire! This... damn it! What exactly are those old bastards at the Temple of War trying to do?!" As a regional archbishop, he’d seen the Pope walk between the mortal realm and divine realm before. This was no different. He knew even better what this kind of eight-pointed array formation meant... The more he knew, the angrier he got! The more unbelievable it was. What exactly was the War Church trying to do? Could they really be trying to create a massive faith kingdom? Really trying to swallow both giant powers—the Gray Fort Empire and Kingdom of Dawn—in one gulp? Geyera found it way too unbelievable, but he had to warn people. His conscience, his understanding of war, the "guardian" God of War he believed in—he would never do such things. However, just as he wanted to input some information on the Magic Net, suddenly his heart started twisting in pain. His whole body’s muscles kept trembling. Blood vessels bulged. It seemed in this instant, his body underwent massive changes. The pain was so intense that even when he fell into the scorching fire pit roasting the bear paw, he didn’t feel anything at all. Three days’ journey away from him, in Roster territory. Viscount Roster was looking at this new feature with great interest. Compared to others focusing on that news, he cared more about this new feature itself, cared more about the God of Technology’s introduction of this new feature... The more he thought about it in detail, the more he felt this feature was definitely not simple. For some reason, he suddenly thought of his ’Magic Net Public Opinion Squad’... In the past when there were few people on the Magic Net, he just needed to have his ’Magic Net Public Opinion Squad’ mobilize apprentice magicians and magicians in his territory to do some things, and he could achieve the results he wanted. He could make many people feel his approach was the most correct. He could make people see first what he wanted them to see... But as more and more people used the Magic Internet, his ’Magic Net Public Opinion Squad’ seemed to be starting to struggle... But now, he felt he’d seen a new opportunity. A real opportunity!