Chapter 4, the Divine Nest welcomes you

Kafein exuded a venomous, slippery aura reminiscent of a snake. He spoke in a low voice: "According to your different characteristics, you will be divided into different groups to receive various training." A particularly intriguing smirk appeared on his face: "Of course, since today is your first day at the Divine Nest, you may enjoy a peaceful night's sleep. When the first ray of sunlight appears on the mountain tomorrow morning, you will undergo our training just like your predecessors... We will absolutely and forever not show favoritism!"

Hal raised a finger and gently waved it a few times, serving as the closing remarks for today's welcoming ceremony: "Here, abandon all illusions of luck. The only ones who can ensure your survival until you see the light are yourselves"

Among the children, there are those with exceptionally keen hearing; they can hear the "bang bang" sound of the unfortunate fellow's head rolling and colliding with the rocks, as well as the loud shouts of the priests calling him a "fool." These children are instantly frightened, their faces turning pale, and their eyes, when looking at Hal, are already filled with terror.

Without the slightest hesitation, Reinhardt stepped out of the ranks and respectfully bowed to the three of them, his childish voice carried far and wide by the howling cold wind: "I am willing, esteemed Sir Knight Durant. No matter what the cost, I will strive to become a priest like you! The Supreme God has granted us life, bestowed upon us everything; we must dedicate everything to the divine! I, Reinhardt, will surely become a powerful cleric just like you!" The Supreme God has granted us life, bestowed upon us everything; we must dedicate everything to the divine! I, Reinhardt, will surely become a powerful cleric just like you!

Reinhardt's heart was stirred with excitement; the punch from Caphien had etched an indelible impression in his mind: "Such power, such magnificent power! I, too, want to be as strong as Lord Caphien! I will definitely become a true and immensely powerful cleric." Becoming a powerful cleric, one who can dedicate everything to the great, selfless, just, and noble deity, has now become Reinhardt's sole pursuit.

A flicker of unusual light danced in Alin's eyes, and a ripple finally spread across her iceberg-like face. "If I could possess such powerful divine strength at that time, the kind that could resurrect those who have just died, then..." The shimmer in her eyes flickered for a moment before quickly fading, yet Alin's small hands were already tightly clenched together. "If only I could have such power back then, I would never let go of my hand!"

Fervor, extreme fervor, radiated from Reinhardt's eyes. Except for An, this wayward child who had hardly ever prayed in a church since birth, the other children, including Alin, exhibited such fervor in their eyes, an overwhelming yearning for the divine, a madness willing to dedicate everything to God.

Looking at the children whose chests were rising and falling rapidly with satisfaction, Hal said slowly, "Indeed, it is possible that new gods may emerge here. The ascension of mortals to divinity is not an impossible feat. After all, on Earth, one hundred thirty-five years ago, there was already a precedent for this. On the day when the last Pope's natural life came to an end, he was canonized as a god!"

Durant and Kafien wore expressions of approval on their faces, when they heard Hal's deep voice say: "Reinhardt is absolutely right; God has granted us everything, and we must repay God with all that we have. However, your goals should not be aligned with those of me, Durant, and Lord Kafien; you must have even grander aspirations. Above the Radiant Lion Knights, there are the Radiant Bear Knights, and above the White Robed Cardinal, there are the Red Robed Cardinals. Yet, they are not the ultimate power of the Divine Court; you must establish the most ambitious goals and pursue the strongest power."

Kafein's right hand slowly curled back towards his chest, clenching into a fist, and a hazy golden light flickered in his eyes. A strange hissing sound echoed in the air, as if powerful currents were rushing towards his right fist. A dazzling golden light surrounded his fist, and then he suddenly swung it towards the sky.

Reinhardt was gently and carefully placed on the ground, and a strong yet incredibly warm hand lightly patted his head. A deep voice slowly resonated: "Reinhardt? Indeed, I have seen your photograph; you are truly a good child! The priest of the White Garb is someone you must respect in your time; subordinates are absolutely not permitted to offend their superiors. This is the rule of the divine court, and no one can transgress it"

With a sharp sound that pierced the air, a ball of golden light, approximately thirty centimeters in diameter, soared into the sky for several thousand meters before suddenly exploding. A dull 'hum' resonated, as if the ground beneath was trembling, and a large circular hole appeared in the overcast sky, through which a strong beam of sunlight poured down. The children gasped in astonishment and envy, and An shouted excitedly, "Ah, ah, I want to have such power too!" He was already enthusiastically waving his fists.

The hole in the clouds was quickly blocked, and a group of youths, clearly a few years older than Reinhardt and his companions, swiftly ran to the side of the helicopter under the guidance of the clergy. After uniformly saluting Hal and the other two, they lined up at the cargo hold, carrying out box after box of supplies, and marched towards a cluster of low castle-like buildings approximately three kilometers away.

Including An, all the children's breathing suddenly became rapid. Reinhardt noticed that, except for Alin! ... She seemed like a block of ice, unaffected by anything that could stir her heart ... Perhaps the warning she had given when she suddenly saw Hal appear behind Reinhardt was already her limit

Reinhardt was momentarily taken aback, pondering: "Caution? Caution about what?" Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on the back of his neck, and he was lifted high by someone. Then, he saw a blur of golden light flash, and Anna's robust body was sent flying like a ball struck by a train, soaring seven or eight meters away with a whoosh.

Effort must be arduous, even cruel, in order to gain immense strength and to unleash all of one's potential. No one can obtain power out of thin air, and even less can anyone gain the favor of the divine without effort. In the process of fully exploring your potential, you must be mentally prepared; you may have to pay the price of blood or even life at any moment

In the distance, loud gasps could be heard. A group of over 200 individuals, seemingly all young boys, were bare-chested and charging down from a peak with an incline exceeding 60 degrees, led by approximately 30 robustly dressed clergy. Occasionally, someone would lose their footing and tumble to the ground, immediately letting out a loud scream as they rolled down the slope, which was at least 500 to 600 meters high.

Two young men smiled gently. The one on the left said softly, "Is that true? Then that's wonderful! We have been stationed at the Divine Nest for one hundred and twenty-seven years, and this is the first time we have encountered such a charismatic young person! I am Durant, a Light Flame Legion Light Lion Knight, and this is my fellow Light Lion Knight, Kafien. If you seek revenge, you are always welcome to find us."

Har nodded in satisfaction, a glimmer of cold light flashing in his eyes. He turned away and spoke in a tone so low that the children could not hear, addressing Durant and the others: "It is truly wise of His Holiness to decide to establish an orphanage within the diocese. Those lowly clerics have done well; the children sent over in the past two years possess nothing but absolute reverence for God in their minds. Compared to those from a century ago, they are indeed much easier to manage. I believe they will strive to learn everything we teach them."

Durant suddenly shouted: "Reinhardt, as the most outstanding newcomer this year, do you have the confidence to become a truly valuable person to the divine court? Are you willing to give everything, to sacrifice your sweat, blood, soul, and even your life, to obtain the power that the divine has prepared for you?"

Pointing at Reinhardt, Hal said approvingly: "For example, Reinhardt, from the Ruhr Diocese in Germany, has an IQ ten times that of an average person and above! He is only six years old this year, and the intelligence he displays can only be described as terrifying! Moreover, he possesses the potential for all the superpowers discovered to date! He can be said to be a natural polymath! A genius of all trades!" Hal's tone suddenly turned extremely cold: "But will Reinhardt definitely become a useful servant of God? No, not necessarily!"

Excitedly waving his fist, An whispered hoarsely: "Great God, whether or not You truly exist, with such power, I fear that the might of this punch surpasses even that of a 480-millimeter fortress cannon, right? If I had such strength, I, I, I would apply to become a police officer! At that time, I could drink in bars like those scoundrel sheriffs without paying, and eat steak heartily without worrying about the cash in my wallet!"

Reinhardt saw that things were not going well, and hurriedly jumped out of the cockpit, rushing to An's side, grabbing An's arm with one hand. "An, stop! What are you doing? We should respect the priests and absolutely should not hit them. An, why don't you quickly apologize to the priests? What are you doing? Stop, stop!" An's hand was raised high, and Reinhardt looked like a monkey hanging from a branch, his short legs kicking frantically, appearing quite awkward. "An, stop! What are you doing? We should respect the priests and absolutely should not hit them. An, why don't you quickly apologize to the priests? What are you doing? Stop, stop!" An's hand was raised high, and Reinhardt looked like a monkey hanging from a branch, his short legs kicking frantically, appearing quite awkward.

Hal looked at the children with satisfaction, observing the profound expressions on their faces. Affectedly composed, Hal slowly said: "However, to possess power, in addition to talent, one must also invest sweat, effort, and the corresponding cost. There is no such thing as gaining without effort in this world, especially for you. You, the carefully selected talents and elites, must understand this principle."

Lying on the ground, I looked at the two tall young men in front of me and huffed in annoyance: "You are older than me, so I can't beat you! But when I grow up, I, An Blues, swear by my appetite that I will definitely give you a good beating!"

Turning his head, Reinhardt saw a middle-aged man with a slight beard, yellowing hair, and a tall, upright stature. His robe was of the same style as that of Sidus, but it was silver-white. Although the surrounding peaks and land were shrouded in a dull gray, his presence here exuded an unparalleled majesty and grandeur. Sensing Reinhardt's gaze, the middle-aged man gave a slight bow and smiled as he said, "Children, I am the Second-Class White Robe Bishop Hal, the host of 'The Nest of the Gods'"

Alin also jumped out of the cabin, her small hand tightly covering her mouth, and suddenly cried out from her throat: "Reinhardt... be careful!" A girl's heart is always sensitive, especially for a girl like Alin, who is both delicate and cold. Reinhardt left her with an extremely good impression, so when certain crises arose, she instinctively wanted Reinhardt to dodge. As for that 'rude and barbaric' An, Alin had long forgotten who he was

The children stared blankly as An was suddenly knocked away by a shadow that appeared out of nowhere. Struggling to get up from the ground, An had a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth and weakly shouted, "Who, who has such great strength? Damn it, this thing is much stronger than that three-thousand-pound bear from last time! Damn it, ah!" With a muffled groan, the children could not see clearly what had happened. A series of frantic banging sounds, "bang bang bang bang," echoed out, and An had already spat out blood, heavily collapsing to the ground!

The biting wind howled, whipping up snowflakes the size of palms that came crashing down upon them. Reinhardt and the others shivered all over, nearly crying out; the temperature here was at least around minus ten degrees, yet the children's clothing was not very thick or warm—how could they possibly endure it? In contrast, it was Ann, who had just been beaten severely and had spat up seven or eight mouthfuls of blood, standing nonchalantly in the line, his fierce eyes fixed intently on the two Lion Knights.

Hey... stop it! You all!

After a full ten minutes of silence, perhaps believing that this duration was sufficient for the children before him to grasp something, Hal finally spoke: "Dear children, welcome to the Divine Nest. I will be frank with you; the so-called Divine Nest is a place where gods may appear! You are all elites chosen by the gods, extremely rare geniuses among the more than ten billion people of the Earth! Through your own efforts, you may become gods! You are all elites chosen by the gods, extremely rare geniuses among the more than ten billion people of the Earth! Through your own efforts, you may become gods! You will receive the divine name and divine power bestowed by the Supreme God!"

Once again, Hal heavily struck Reinhardt's head and deeply bowed: "The Nest of the Gods welcomes you! The Nest welcomes you! Of course, An, today's incident is merely a small lesson for you! In the Divine Court, the lower-ranked must never offend the higher-ranked, otherwise, they will certainly face severe punishment. I hope you can remember my words today." As he straightened up, Hal's face was already filled with a chilling aura of severity. In the Divine Court, the lower-ranked must never offend the higher-ranked, otherwise, they will certainly face severe punishment. I hope you can remember my words today." As he straightened up, Hal's face was already filled with a chilling aura of severity.

On one side is the bright avenue filled with flowers and power, and on the other side is the graveyard of death. Children, you have no choice! You can only passively accept the call of God, passively accept God's selection, and God is absolutely just, whether for the living or the dead, it is that simple

Durant slowly cast a sharp gaze, akin to a blade honed from dry, seemingly black granite, sweeping over all the children. "The Hell Training Camp is another name for the Nest of the Gods. You will either emerge as elites from here, or you will remain as the dead! You are all geniuses; of course, there may be some exceptional cases, where certain individuals have a bit less brain matter, but you should understand my meaning. If you cannot meet our requirements, then you shall rest here forever. "You are all geniuses; of course, there may be some exceptional cases, where certain individuals have a bit less brain matter, but you should understand my meaning. If you cannot meet our requirements, then you shall rest here forever. "

Hal gently applauded, bringing Reinhardt and the others back from their daze. With serious and indifferent expressions on their faces, Hal said in a deep voice: "You have witnessed great power, and you have found your purpose; you desire to acquire strength. At the same time, I believe you are ready, mentally prepared to bleed, sweat, and even sacrifice at any moment. Therefore, welcome to the lair of the gods, welcome to the hellish training camp of the divine court"

Five adult priests were pushed out of the cabin like a small child rolling a ball, tumbling awkwardly on the ground. An relentlessly pursued them, neither throwing punches nor kicking, but occasionally pinching them hard, immediately eliciting sounds from the white-clad priests that were as 'melodious' as the cries of a slaughtered sheep

There are a total of fifty-seven children, arranged in neat rows under the command of the mud-covered, snow-dusted white-robed clergy, who appear quite disheveled. It seems that due to Hal's deliberate attention, Reinhardt, who is not the shortest, occupies the first position in the front row. Moreover, it is evident that not only Hal, but also Durant and Caffin, have a keen interest in Reinhardt, frequently glancing at him out of the corners of their eyes to assess him.

The several white-robed priests beside him had expressions on their faces as if they had encountered a pile of dog feces. They looked at An with hostility, wishing they could strangle this strong boy. "Hmm, no, if I had such great power, why would I still want to be a police officer? I might as well learn from Old Bashar, who has dozens of subordinates, selling drugs and smuggling cigarettes every day. Hmm, of course, I would have to keep this from my mother, but I could also earn money for myself!" Saliva dripped from the corner of An's mouth as he became lost in thought.

The two individuals announced their names and slowly returned to Hal's side. The children who had been streaming out of the cabin were already left dumbfounded. The White-robed Holy Master and the Radiant Lion Knight were figures close to the core of divine authority; such individuals were the hosts of this so-called 'training camp.' What, then, could they learn here?

The Lair of the Gods, you may consider this place as the opposite of paradise, you may think of it as hell! A person who does not strive and lacks strength may very well be buried in the remote mountains within just three to five days, and no one will remember him again. However, as long as you can successfully emerge from here, you will become the elite of the Divine Court, and you will possess power, authority, and the sincere respect of countless followers