Chapter 2613: Chapter 2613: Fishing
Becoming Archbishop was something Eric Jackson had never even considered.
The Archbishop’s abilities were on a whole different level from them mere bishops.
Even four bishops together still wouldn’t be a match for the Archbishop.
Everyone in the Church understood this.
As long as the Archbishop didn’t die, that position could only ever be his.
Eric Jackson only ever hoped to rank a bit higher among the bishops, so he could both accumulate honors and get some tangible benefits.
Every fifty years, the Archbishop would open the Path to Heaven, allowing the most outstanding bishops of those fifty years to enter and personally stand before God for guidance.
The last one to go in was the Black Bishop.
Originally, the Black Bishop had only comprehended a flock of black crows.
But ever since he met God, he directly became a Golden Crow!
Eric Jackson would never forget the sight of the Black Bishop stepping out of the coffin, his whole body blazing with golden light.
Each bishop selection in the Church was extremely strict. They had to enter a crisis‑ridden jungle and comprehend their own unique ability.
This ability was called "Origin" within the Church.
Every bishop had his own Origin.
Their colors were tied to their Origin.
Eric Jackson remembered very clearly that during his own crisis trial, he ran into an avalanche.
In that avalanche, all his companions died.
He alone survived.
Because of this, the Origin power Eric Jackson gained was snow.
Snow is white.
After he walked out of the trial, he was carried off and rested for a year.
A year later, Eric Jackson was ordained by the Archbishop as the White Bishop.
Every move he made, every technique, was related to snow.
Origin is a form of Martial arts, but it belongs to the Western style of Martial arts.
Similar to the Eastern King’s Path, Overlord’s Path, and Path of Weaponry.
Western Martial arts is Origin power.
The East calls it Dao.
The West calls it Origin.
The Black Bishop, on the other hand, encountered corpse‑eating crows on a mass grave strewn with dead bodies.
Everyone traveling with him died.
He used his companions’ corpses, luring the crows away bit by bit, and finally walked out alive.
They say it took the Church ten full years to heal the Black Bishop’s psychological trauma!
From then on, the Black Bishop wore a pitch‑black robe, both to commemorate his companions and to symbolize the black of the crows.
The black crows evolved directly into a Golden Crow after meeting God!
How could that not make everyone else’s heart itch?
Eric Jackson had been working hard to win this opportunity, which was why he believed the Archbishop was helping him.
Kill Julius Reed, and you’ll surely enter Heaven!
Just thinking about the sight of golden snowflakes filling the sky made Eric Jackson’s heart stir.
But he never imagined that it would actually be a road of no return!
The Archbishop actually wanted to kill him!
Now, with Julius Reed suddenly saying he wanted him to become Archbishop, Eric Jackson was deeply shocked inside.
"What, you’re not interested in becoming Archbishop?"
Hearing the doubt in Eric Jackson’s heart, Julius Reed smiled faintly. "A man ought to have some desire for revenge. Or is it that you can’t bring yourself to strike at the Church?"
"When Mr. Jackson came over, he told me his father was from the East, so he’s got half Eastern blood in him," Iwan Martinez hurried to explain from the side. "We’re all on the same side, nothing wrong with that. Besides, the Church wants him dead anyway—better he kill his way back."
With that, Iwan Martinez nudged Eric Jackson with his elbow. "Right, Mr. Jackson?"
"Ah... that’s about right." Eric Jackson was already on the pirate ship now; whether he liked it or not, he could only accept it.
He’d been extremely confused before—why did the Archbishop have to screw him over!
But he hadn’t had the courage to ask.
Now, with Julius Reed’s help, maybe he could get an answer?
He felt he’d worked diligently for the Church all these years, only to be treated like a worn‑out mule and slaughtered without warning by the Archbishop.
Anyone would feel pissed in his place, and would want to know why.
"But this ’Mr. Jackson’... why does it sound like a dog’s name?" Eric Jackson muttered to himself.
"I’ve left the Demarco Mount mess to Hiddy. Let’s head south, do some fishing, and chat about your Church."
After speaking, Julius Reed strode toward the fish pond.
Demarco Mount leaned against the mountains and beside the water, like a slice of Immortal Realm in the Mortal World.
The fishing spot was at the foot of Demarco Mount, beside a waterfall.
In his early years, Julius Reed had often fished here, so the buildings and facilities were extremely luxurious.
Demarco Mount had even built a temporary palace!
"This is way too corrupt."
Following behind Julius Reed and seeing these lavish buildings, Eric Jackson couldn’t help but sigh.
Even the central buildings of their Church weren’t as luxurious as this fishing spot.
What’s more, no one even lived in this palace!
In other words, whenever Julius Reed wasn’t here fishing, this place just sat empty.
An empty place wasn’t even the main point.
When they came in, there were at least a hundred people here!
Which meant even when no one was using the place, it still required over a hundred people to clean and maintain it.
The cost was insane!
"Way too corrupt!"
Eric Jackson couldn’t help sighing again.
It was his first time realizing just how luxurious Demarco Mount really was.
"I’ve been fighting wars my whole life. What’s wrong with enjoying myself a bit?"
Julius Reed spoke calmly.
On the matter of enjoying himself, he’d never denied it.
After all the effort he’d spent to sit on the throne of number one under heaven, what was it for?
A little enjoyment was nothing.
When Julius Reed pushed open the door, revealing a room full of pearls and jade, with a floor laid in gold—
Eric Jackson’s mouth fell open, his eyeballs almost popping out.
"Sure enough, my poverty has limited my imagination."
He swallowed hard and, for the first time, felt truly ignorant!
Coming here, he really did feel like some country bumpkin who’d never seen the world.
"This is nothing," Iwan Martinez snorted. "Silvio Reed is the same—they both know how to enjoy life."
Following Silvio Reed around, he naturally understood Silvio Reed’s lifestyle.
Extravagant!
In this regard, Julius Reed and Silvio Reed weren’t any different.
They passed through row after row of buildings and finally reached the fishing platform.
Julius Reed grabbed a fishing rod with one hand and flicked it lightly out over the water.
"This fishing rod looks really weird, doesn’t it?" Eric Jackson sat beside him and asked curiously.
Unlike a normal fishing rod, this one looked very white and very stiff.
"It’s a fishing rod made from dinosaur bone, and the line is polished from dragon tendons," Julius Reed said leisurely. "Don’t worry about that stuff. Tell me about your Church. How come the Church suddenly sent people to kill me?"
He watched the water before him quietly, his tone utterly calm.
"The Archbishop got word that you were seriously injured—if not dead, then close. And your woman was half dead too. If you tried to save her, you’d definitely be even weaker."
Eric Jackson rubbed his hands together, looking a bit embarrassed. "They figured it was the perfect chance to kill you. But no one expected... that it was all just a setup to kill me!"
"They didn’t lie."
Julius Reed’s voice was as still as a deep well. "I really was badly injured, and my woman almost died. I’m very curious how the Archbishop found out about that."
"Go on, I’m very interested."
