Chapter 42 City of Holy Light (Part 2)
“So, hey, that noble Goddess Princess has brought her followers to the Holy City of Light, wanting to cast this Seat down from the light?”
A wisp of light illuminated the fingertips. The light, which had witnessed myriad scenes, was manipulated by the figure on the holy seat, instantly extinguished into dust. A voice filled with a slight smile echoed through the sacred hall.
Dense light permeated the holy sanctuary. Even the primordial sacred light refined by the divine art priests of the Sacred Domain throughout their lives could not compare to a single wisp of it. The light enveloped everything, making one feel as if they were in the heavens.
Beneath the boundless light lay the former Papal Sanctuary, which once represented the faith of light. The statues of saints stood tall in the radiance, making the entire place seem incredibly opulent and magnificent beyond the sacred, surpassing even the most extravagant palaces in the world, built from gold and silver to the limits of human imagination.
Countless clergy prostrated themselves beneath the sacred light. Their auras were undeniably powerful. Traces of light had once etched marks of wisdom upon their bodies, and the ripples of divine arts surged within the brilliance of the Holy Kingdom.
They were at least bishops of a great monastery, holding important positions in the Holy See. Some even wore blood-dyed divine robes and were cardinals of the entire Church of Light. Yet, at this moment, their pupils were filled with the divine radiance of light, filled with excitement and longing for the figure on the throne, as if he were the great God of Sacred Light in the divine realm of light!
The will emanating from them was like the countless believers in the Holy Kingdom of Light singing hymns and displaying their willingness to die. The warriors of the Holy Kingdom did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives, allowing themselves to be consumed by the fire of light as they charged towards the “Evil Goddess” who threatened the light.
The sound of clashing hard armor rang out, and a tall figure appeared in the light. His face was aged, and beneath the divine armor adorned with angel reliefs, his body was like an unmoving mountain peak. The radiance flowing between his sword and armor was enough to showcase this knight’s achievements.
However, facing the figure on the throne, this most ancient and powerful Paladin in the Church of Light actually knelt down, just like the most devout believer treating their faith in a divine being, filled with fanaticism:
“Your Majesty the Pope, even if the Evil Goddess attacks, the Sacred Light bestowed upon my sword will surely make her understand the price of blasphemy!”
“With Lord George here, the fiends will surely be turned to ash.”
Moon on the throne smiled, his gaze falling upon the old knight’s resolute face, revealing an amused smile.
Moon still remembered this Paladin’s identity.
George Radiance, the commander of the “Holy Angel” Knight Order, was known as the Sword of the Church. It was a name that shook the world for a hundred years. The sword edge of the Knight Commander had annihilated countless heretics and fiends that threatened the Church, and countless knights of the Church, including “Sword of Dawn” Andes, had been trained by him.
Even though Moon was the Pope of the Church of Light, this Knight Commander did not need to obey his orders. Furthermore, as the Knight Commander in charge of the Court of Judgment, he also had the responsibility of supervising the throne and the College of Cardinals.
“It is a pity that, because of the faith in light, Lord George, you still cannot escape the constraints of light.”
Moon curled his lips. He remembered the furious look and curses of this Lord Knight before the “Purification.” In just a few moments, it had turned into fanaticism kneeling at his feet.
Behind the throne, the light that covered the entire sky suddenly rippled, and a dark, cold, tall, and heavy figure swayed.
A giant comparable to a small mountain appeared in everyone’s eyes, enveloped in the coldness that represented annihilation. In his single dark eye, behind him were dozens of followers who had come from the Demon Realm to the continent.
“Your Majesty Sum? Moon looked at the Dark Giant King with a smile.
“Moon, as you can see. The allied forces of the elves and the empire have indeed attacked your Sacred Light, but your soldiers are also holding them back. Even without reinforcements, they can at least hold on for more than a month.”
The Dark Giant King said. His dark eye swept across the light, seeing this great city that caused the Demon King and the Demon Realm to fail in their conquest a hundred years ago, during the war that the Demon Race tried to conquer the world. Now, he only felt mockery.
After a slight pause, his heavy and hoarse voice, which represented the giant race, slowly spoke: “At the edge of this city, after the defense was briefly torn apart, it was the Goddess of Life and the few knights beside her.”
“Tsk, you want to deal with me single-handedly? However, whether it was Lot in the past or her now… indeed, it is her choice.”
Moon smiled, waved his hand, and the divine radiance of light surged. He said to the former demon monarch:
“Then, please Your Majesty Sum hold them back for the time being. I will come to support after I settle the Saintess. Do not worry, the Saintess possesses the Sacred Light of the heavens, and even death can be reversed.”
After speaking, Moon slightly raised his head. Behind his holy seat, at the highest point of the light, velvety silk was laid with exquisite, gem-encrusted wrapping. The beautiful girl in the white dress flowed amidst the brilliant golden light, quietly gazing at the scenery in the light.
The Dark Giant King did not look at the girl in the light. He only looked at Moon before him and said, “Your Majesty the Pope, you killed Sariel, and I have no defense. However, please remember your promise.”
“Your Majesty Sum, you can also see through the truth. Why worry that my oath is false?” Moon smiled.
The Dark Giant King simply looked at him, and then darkness swirled around him, enveloping him and his surrounding subjects, and they disappeared from the Holy Sanctuary of Light.
Along with them, hundreds of high-level priests and holy knights from the entire holy sanctuary also left. In the blink of an eye, only the light and a few figures remained in the magnificent holy sanctuary.
Moon picked up the triple crown with one hand and stood up from the holy seat. His divine robe, more luxurious than that of an emperor, fell. He looked at the figure still wearing a black robe in the sanctuary, exuding an aura more tainted than darkness in this world of light.
“So, friends from Peka? I believe the alliance with Her Majesty the Queen and the Saintess no longer needs to be questioned, right? Envoys of the Abyss, perhaps this is a concern from Your Highness Iris?”
Moon’s eyes flickered, and he put on a smile.
“Your Highness the Saintess does indeed miss you, Your Majesty the Pope.”
A voice came from the leader of the black robes. It was the tone of a young man, appearing arrogant, yet giving people a sense of endless decay.
The leading envoy of the Abyss walked into the Holy See of Sacred Light and came before the Pope beside the throne: “Your Highness the Saintess has entrusted me to tell you, Your Majesty Moon, that the name ‘Pope’ suits you very well now.”
Even though it was relayed by someone else, the mockery from Iris could be felt. However, Moon’s smile remained unchanged.
“Your Highness the Saintess is too kind. This is merely the praise of the believers for me.”
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Actually, as I was writing, I felt it was unnecessary to write about Moon’s forces, and we could just start fighting ( )
