The supporting character's harem is very normal

Chapter 391 God, what should I do?

??"Lumiere, you have changed a lot." Lumiana cried as she spoke: "Before, your thoughts were as bright as the sun, and your love was as much as the ocean."

"You wished to bring love to everyone, no matter their race, in the end. What are you doing now?"

"I know everything you did, however... Lumiere, you died; I still feel the pain here… right in my heart."

"Why? Why did a bright young man like you become like this?"

"Tsk! You talk too much… Lumiana…" Lumiere spoke, his voice filled with impatience and annoyance.

Lumiana did not feel surprised when she heard Lumiere's words. On the contrary, she felt that this was extremely normal and said softly: "Lumiere, the last thing I can do for you is... give you another chance to live again."

"However, I will imprison you in the depths of darkness. Hopefully, while you're there, you can think back on what you did."

"No! You are crazy!" Lumiere shouted in fear, then flew into the distance.

However, Lumiana was not worried at all; she waved her hand, and a protective dome covering the entire church appeared.

BAM!

The light particles collided with the protective dome extremely strongly, creating a collision sound. At the impact site, countless waves on the protective dome's surface spread out like water.

However, after those waves disappeared, the protective dome remained normal, without any cracks appearing.

"Damn it! Lumiana, have you betrayed me?" Lumiere shouted angrily.

"Sorry…" Lumiana said, her voice carrying a bit of guilt and embarrassment: "However, this is what I have to do. For humanity, for the church."

"Fucking whore! You should remember that I gave you the position of Vice Pope. Do you think that without me, you can do everything?

"I cannot!" Lumiana's voice rang out again: "However, I will try my best."

"Damn it! AAAA!!! Lumiana!!!" Countless chains appeared from the surrounding space, binding Lumiere and then pulling him into a space vortex.

"Lumiana!! Don't let me escape from here; otherwise, I will kill you. I will cut you into a million pieces! AAA!!!"

Lumiere's scream slowly disappeared. Lumiana in the room looked outside through the window and sighed.

"Sorry, brother; however, I cannot let you become a devil." Lumiana muttered, her voice carrying extreme pain and shame, as she sobbed.

However, she immediately wiped away her tears as her face became determined.

Lumiana took out a crystal ball, then spoke. The glass ball diffused her voice throughout the entire church, allowing everyone to hear.

"Attention all followers of the Lumiere Church. In order for Pope Lumiere to protect the world, humanity, and spread love to everyone, he fought the Blood King."

"However, the Blood King was too powerful; that's why the Pope died. From now on, I command all followers of the Church to remember the great achievements of the Pope."

"In three days, the burial of our great Pope will take place. From now on, I will take on the position of Pope, waiting until a more suitable person appears, then I will pass this position on to that person."

Lumiana finished speaking and sighed, tears no longer flowing.

"Lumiere, I promise that... when you wake up, the church and this world will be better."

"As for the vampire race... I just hope everyone can live together peacefully. Sorry… Lumiere, I don't want to harm them."

"As for the Blood King..." Lumiana frowned; she immediately waved her hand, and a white gem appeared in her hand.

Lumiana crushed the gem, causing it to turn into countless particles of light. Those tiny particles of light flew around her, and then she disappeared.

…

At the place where the Blood King died, a beam of light flashed, and Lumiana appeared, standing still on the ground.

"Is it this place?" Lumiana looked around: "Is this where Lumiere died?"

She walked around, and the bell she wore on her ankle made clear sounds with every step she took.

Lumiana stopped near where the Blood King died. She bent down and touched a pile of ashes on the ground.

"This is…" She could feel a familiar feeling when touching those ashes.

At this moment, Lumiana smiled: "Brother, let's go home."

She took out a ceramic jar as small as two fingertips. Lumiana opened the lid of the jar, and a strong wind suddenly appeared, blowing all the ash on the ground inside the jar.

After that, Lumiana closed the lid of the ceramic jar and stored it in the space bag.

She looked around, frowned, felt something strange, and then continued flying towards the Blood King's castle.

After more than 30 minutes, she stood in the hall, her eyes becoming even more confused when she saw the bodies of five Popes from five other churches.

"Strange… Where is the Blood King?" Lumiana muttered: "Could it be that... he decided to take revenge and destroy all the churches on this continent?"

"No, if that happens, then the gods of those churches will not sit still."

"So... where did he go?"

Lumiana frowned. She searched all over the castle, but there was no presence of the Blood King. It was as if the Blood King had disappeared from this world.

In the end, she sighed and left, carrying many questions without any answers.

…

In the coming days, Lathel still wandered around; of course, occasionally he still went to Darkness Space to see if the Darkness King had gone out.

However, in the past 15 days, the Darkness King seemed to have never left the Darkness Space.

Lathel continued to wander around; he passed through countless places and saw countless people, countless monsters, and countless tribes in this imprisoned battlefield area.

After 15 days, Lathel returned to the tribe he had helped to review the situation. At this time, he forgot to ask the name of the tribe he was helping.

The tribesmen built wooden houses. Although they seem very simple, at least, compared to living in a cave, it is better.

They knew how to create fire from the knowledge given to them by Lathel and cook food. If they don't eat all the meat, they dry it in the sun or smoke it to preserve it longer.

They knew how to use spices; however, they still could not find what was called salt.

Lathel felt it was normal. First, this place is not near the sea, so finding salt or extracting salt from sea water is impossible.

Second, mineral salts in the ground cannot be used indiscriminately but must go through many refining steps because they contain a large amount of toxins.

In the end, everyone in the tribe could only wait for him to return to solve the salt problem.

Besides, another problem even bigger than salt is clean water. In the knowledge that Lathel gave them, there was no method for digging wells or finding underground water.

They can only go to the stream which is more than 20 kilometres away from the village. People have to go through a long tunnel, then go through the forest to a stream to get drinking water.

Therefore, water here is very rare and can only be used for drinking, not bathing or washing.

Lathel sighed, thinking to himself: 'Looks like next time I need to help them find underground water, so agriculture and livestock can develop.'

"Village chief!" Suddenly, a young man appeared, carrying another young man on his shoulder, with an extremely worried expression, running in front of Doro.

Seeing that, Doro frowned, quickly went to the young man's side, and asked: "What happened?" He… why were he and you injured?"

"Village chief, he and I were hunting and looking for fruit when we were hunted by people from another tribe." The young man gently put down the person he was carrying on his shoulders, then panted as he spoke.

"They use a weapon similar to a bow, but with cleaner movements. It seems they got that weapon at the Battlefield of the Gods."

"The other three people... they were all seriously injured. But they were afraid that the God-given knowledge would fall into the hands of other tribes, so they fought to the death."

Doro was angry when he heard that. He clenched his fist until it turned white. His eyes showed blood veins, making his eyes appear red.

"Damn it! We escaped here; why don't those bastards still let us go? Doro shouted angrily.

"Village chief…" That young man continued: "They said that if we hand over all the women in the village, especially our four most beautiful women, to them, they will let us go."

"Huh!" Doro snorted in contempt: "Do those bastards think I'm stupid? Women are the ones who will continue to give birth to new generations for our tribe."

"If we hand over all the women of our tribe, then we will also perish ourselves."

"Besides, the four most beautiful women of our tribe are used as sacrifices to the gods; we can't let those idiots taint them."

"Don't worry, we have God's protective dome, they can't enter this place."

"But…" That young man continued to ask: "Village chief, what should we do next? If that's the case, then we can't go out either, so... how will we get food? How do we bring water to the village?

Hearing that, Doro sighed, just like that young man said. Although the protective dome could prevent those people from entering this place, it also meant that they could not get out either.

"God…" Doro raised his head, looked up at the sky, then looked back at Lathel's statue, muttering: "What do I need to do?"