Chapter 44: Battle of Light (Part 2)
The Frost Giant Dragon’s oppressive aura shattered the skies, its wings beating with immense demonic energy, breaking apart like glass, revealing cracks filled with more intense, agitated Holy Light aura.
They had forcefully broken through the resistance of the Church of Holy Light. The fanatical priests, driven by faith, were isolated from the chaotic spatial storms outside, yet they sang prayers madly, sacrificing their life force and potential.
Holy power from the light condensed in the sky, a dazzling cross of light floating before the dragon. Divine Arts formed chains of light, so strong that even legends would struggle to break free. As their prayers dictated, they were determined to stop this evil dragon that defied the light!
Miss Verafia lowered her delicate body, her slender fingers grasping Ophi, empowering the dragon’s true form, which the young girl had transformed into, with her divine power. The Frost Giant Dragon’s wings flapped, and the restrictive divine arts cast by thousands of Holy Light priests were torn to shreds. The shattered Holy Light power struck her crystal-like, ice-clear dragon scales, scattering like raindrops.
“Little Fei, be careful. There’s a defense tower and a hundred-person legion blocking the way!”
Ig, holding Elias with one hand, his sapphire eyes, imbued with the “True Eye,” flowed with light as he focused on the end of the dense light. He spotted a towering structure activated by the Church’s army’s spells and called out to Ophi.
Ophi raised her head and let out a clear dragon’s roar. The ice and cold from her flapping wings froze the sky, concealing the ground as she dodged and unleashed her freezing breath. In an instant, the entire tower was encased in ice, and hundreds of Holy Light believers perished in her breath!
Miss Verafia’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. Princess Andis, beside her, noticed her unusual expression and asked with concern, “Miss Verafia, are you alright?”
“Mmm. I’m fine. Little Fei hasn’t consumed much divine power.”
Verafia opened her eyes, the wind brushing past her temples, and spoke softly.
Ophi was a dragon close to legend. However, her ability to pierce through the defenses of the Church of Holy Light and directly tear through divine arts to approach the City of Holy Light was largely dependent on Verafia’s divine power.
She was not a complete goddess. The Holy Kingdom, shaped by countless divine lights, significantly hindered the continuity of life laws. Facing hundreds or thousands of high-ranking clergy, the drain on divine power was not easy for Verafia.
“But, we’re almost there.” Verafia slightly raised her eyes from beneath her slender, long eyelashes.
In the City of Holy Light, besides Moon, who usurped the Holy Light and called himself Pope, there were allies from the Demon Realm and the Abyss. Furthermore, alongside the Inquisition, which represented the Church’s military might, Moon had countless loyal and powerful Paladins and Red Cardinal arbiters. Each of them possessed the power to destroy a city.
And the Holy City of Light, representing the entirety of the Holy Light faith.
Such power, even for a goddess like Verafia, was not easy to contend with alone.
Following Ophi to raid the City of Holy Light, besides Ig, Andis, and others, there were Elves and Knights meticulously selected from the Empire. Although their numbers were limited due to Ophi’s constraints, not exceeding a hundred, they were undoubtedly the strongest chosen from the allied forces.
The Human Knights gazed upon the City of Holy Light, while the Elves prayed more fervently to the goddess on the Life Sacred Tree.
“Most of the Human Knights are united against the Pope who usurped the Holy Light. However, the Elves are mostly excited and reverent, praying in your name.” Ig looked up again, seeing the girl’s gaze, and spoke softly.
Verafia nodded.
Lavros had told her more than once that the Elves did not oppose humanity’s renewed involvement in war. But Verafia knew that for a race that had just emerged from conflict to so eagerly join a war that did not concern them was undeniably related to her as the Goddess of Life.
Among the allied forces, the number of powerful Elves at the Sacred Domain level was not as great as that of the Empire. However, knowing that it was “the Goddess who descended in her Incarnation” and personally eliminated the blasphemous Holy Light Pope, the number of Elves willing to risk attacking the City of Holy Light was actually greater.
“I will do my best to protect them,” Verafia said softly, her gaze sweeping slightly.
These chosen Elves and Humans, as Sacred Domain experts, were capable of fighting an army. However, Verafia knew that even combined, they would still appear insignificant and unable to shake the entire Church of Holy Light.
Verafia only hoped they could tie down the City of Holy Light’s superfluous troops; everything else, including Moon and the Holy Light, she would bear alone.
The icy dragon breath licked the ground, instantly freezing it. With a dragon’s roar, Ophi flapped her wings and soared upwards. Countless dazzling lights dissolved in the icy mist. The towering city walls of the City of Holy Light were separated by only a thin veil, visible to everyone.
However, the light before them trembled, and a speck of dark light appeared, carrying endless cold and darkness.
“This is… Sumu’s aura, hmm, and An’an’s kin!” a childlike, icy voice sounded in Ig’s ear. Ig’s face was filled with it as Angelle forcefully lifted her little head. Her soft, snow-blue hair flowed past her slender waist, falling onto the exquisite scales of the dragon’s spine.
As the dark light rays touched her, Angelle’s tenderly beautiful fingertips clutched her skirt corner. She weakly supported her tiny, delicate body, her beautiful ice-lake-like eyes widening, gazing at the ever-spreading dark shadows in the sky. Her porcelain-doll-like exquisite little face was filled with urgency.
Sumu. Ig had heard Angelle mention this name. When she was still Angedun, the “Wings of Death,” this was the name of the King of Dark Giants, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
This thought flashed through Ig’s mind in a mere instant. Immediately, the cold darkness spawned its claws and teeth, like a black hole vortex, blocking the dragon and devouring all light and scenery.
Before the dragon’s head, Verafia, standing the furthest forward, straightened her slender figure and faced the gale and spreading darkness. Her golden eyes beneath her eyelashes gazed at the darkness tainted by the light before her. With a light touch of her slender fingers, a thread of golden light shimmered within the emerald divine power, condensing at her fingertips and bursting towards the black hole!
The Life Sacred Spear condensed and instantly pierced the black hole vortex. The endless darkness, like a mirror, was covered in cracks and shattered in an instant!
However, what emerged from the darkness was an incredibly terrifying light.
Red-robed cardinals and Inquisition Paladins appeared in full view, their spiritual and demonic power surging forth. Verafia gritted her silver teeth as a pang of pain shot through her. Her tender, slender fingers seemed to be pierced by a sharp beam, and a thread of her divine blood flowed out.
And within the light, an even more substantial darkness rose. A single, fearsome eye, as majestic as a mountain range, with a height of nearly ten meters, instantly expanded, becoming comparable to a mountain range, blocking the dragon ripping through the light!
