Chapter 114 04: Mass (fourth update)

On September 9, the Mass was held as scheduled.

The mass will be broadcast live online, but there will be almost no advance publicity. If you don’t follow the official media of the Holy See, you won’t know that the Pope will hold a public mass at Mont Saint Michel.

Only those who came here in the past few days knew the news in advance and rushed here early in the morning.

"Oh, we are late! Damn it! Why hasn't the tide receded yet?" On the other side of Mont Saint-Michel, a TV station's car stopped at the edge of a road flooded by sea water. A blonde female reporter wearing a reporter's badge in the car looked at the other side of the sea and kept complaining.

"Oh, you were saying something like, 'Why are you going there so early when the mass doesn't start until noon? Are you going to see the old man?' And now you're complaining about being late. It's you who's late. We've all been waiting for you!" The black photographer on the side imitated the woman's tone of voice and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Shut up, you eastern lowland gorilla!" The female reporter was already annoyed, so she retorted directly.

"Hey, watch your tone! My psychological gender this month is the Airbus A320, painted in rainbow colors!" The black cameraman seemed to have argued with her a lot.

"Oh, come on, no matter what color it is, it will turn black once you touch it." The female reporter didn't care about the other party's buff and continued to fight back.

"OK, OK! I'll go ask the locals what's going on." The newcomer got out of the car while playing the game and asked someone about the situation.

After looking at the Mont Saint-Michel, which seemed like an isolated island in the sea, the female reporter sighed and said, "Forget it. We are just recording footage. We will shoot from a distance and then go up to shoot some more shots when the tide goes out. We can just get by."

"Good idea." The black cameraman nodded in agreement with this lazy behavior, as if the quarrel between them just now had never happened.

After a while, the newcomer came back panting.

"There are two rounds of high tides here every year. During high tides, the channel will be flooded even during low tide. But it usually only takes a day, and it should be gone by tomorrow."

"Wait until tomorrow?! We don't have that much time!"

"Vampires won't give us time to be lazy."

"Let's go. We can't take photos here. Hmm? Hey, am I dazzled? Why is that cloud in the sky darker than your face?"

The female reporter was about to slip away when she saw a black line on the horizon that was so long that its edge seemed invisible.

A clear dividing line between black and white.

The black cameraman did not refute, but frowned, turned on the equipment, and zoomed in again and again.

"Shit, I saw 'a cloud!' A black cloud! Damn it!"

The female reporter looked at her watch. It was now 11:50, and there were still ten minutes before the mass officially began.

"Man, it seems like we have come across some big news." The female reporter licked her lips, straightened her clothes, and looked excited.

"Hey, a promotion and a pay raise are just around the corner! Newbie, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and call the TV station to request an emergency live broadcast!"

"Ah? Ah! Okay!"

Mont Saint Michel.

From the bottom to the monastery, believers stood in almost every corner.

Some of them held scriptures in their hands, some held the cross tightly, all looking forward to the start of the mass.

In the monastery, Brand suddenly felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Brand, are you ready?" The Pope made the final confirmation with the ceremonial attendant. He looked back and saw that Brand seemed to be so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. Thinking that he was too nervous, he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "We are all brothers and sisters, why should we be nervous? Besides, this is the will of the Lord."

Brand held up the angel's broken arm and prayed silently.

The Mass officially began. This was a modified Mass, as the main process was placed outside, so some of the content was streamlined. First, the Pope greeted everyone, and then Brand made a confession.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit"

It was during the greeting that the crowd began to show unexpected panic.

As if it were contagious, panic spread and even disrupted the Pope's voice.

"God. What is that?"

"My God."

Amid the noise, people looked up at the sky.

The Pope, Brand, and Jennifer looked in the direction the crowd was looking, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but open their mouths wide.

In the distance, there was a terrifying black cloud that was sweeping across the sky like a wall in the sky. It formed a line across the sky and blocked the transmission of light, making the area covered by it as dark and gloomy as hell, with no vision.

Although the Pope was a little flustered, he still forced himself to remain calm and comforted the believers.

The speed of the approaching wall of black cloud slowed down, and it almost stagnated on the side of the sea in front of Mont Saint-Michel, constantly surging, as if dividing the same sky and earth, and then eroded the sunlight inch by inch, but it was as if blocked by a wall of air, unable to completely cross the space directly above the holy mountain, and could only slowly circle around, completing a semi-encirclement and then a full encirclement of the holy mountain.

A few minutes later, the terrible black cloud completely surrounded Mont Saint-Michel, and it was almost pitch dark all around. The residents living in the small town on the opposite bank turned on the lights in panic and looked into the distance in fear.

The large number of tourists who were originally on the shore also looked panicked, some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some muttered something.

In this darkness, only the sky above the holy Mont Saint-Michel is clear and the sun is still shining brightly. Under the Tyndall effect, it looks like a beam of light, which is beautiful beyond words.

".You can see! An unknown weather wonder occurred in the sea near Mont Saint-Michel, and the broken arm of the angel Michael is enshrined there. Today, a mass presided over by the Pope is in progress! Yes, at this moment, after the mass officially began, black clouds began to surround the holy mountain! We have reason to suspect that this is the work of the devil! They are trying to harm our Pope, but I believe that the Lord will protect us, and the angel's relics will also..."

The wind was very strong at the moment, mixed with the sound of waves crashing, and the female reporter had to shout at the top of her lungs to ensure that the audience could hear what she said.

The emergency news broadcast brought an astonishing amount of attention to the TV station in a blink of an eye. Once today is over, this devout blonde beauty in front of the camera will surely become a rising star in the news industry.

Holy Mountain, the Pope had already finished reading his greeting with great difficulty. This was also the most difficult greeting he had ever read.

Although the believers still have fears, most of them are able to remain steadfast and follow the progress of the Mass.

"The Lord is watching us." The Pope gave up his seat to Brand, pointed to the sky, and smiled reluctantly.

Brand calmed down and began to recite his confession.

The wind became more and more violent, and water tornadoes slowly formed on the sea level, as if they would break into the holy mountain in the next second and sweep away all the people inside.

Brand remained unmoved and continued to recite loudly in a firm tone, trying his best to guide the panicked believers.

William took out his cell phone and took a few photos as souvenirs, even a selfie.

"You don't seem scared?"

Bai Shihang walked up to him and asked with interest.

"Of course I am afraid." William smiled and spread his arms. "In front of such great power, even people with super powers seem so small, as if they have no ability to resist at all."

Shiraishi Hang did not comment.

In fact, the real situation is not that exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)