Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Pegasus Knights circled the dome of the Church of Light, their wings standing like Giant eagle sculptures made of pure gold at the rear of the legion, ready to take off at any moment.
Dozens of miles around were enveloped by a strange low pressure.
In places no one could see.
A group of people with Pale faces were approaching the Church of Light. Their expressions were vacant, and they held various weapons in their hands, yet they wore plain white robes, the symbol of followers of the Church of Light. However, these robes were now covered in dust, as if their faith had been contaminated and rendered filthy.
A commotion arose on the city wall.
Archbishop Alenon, holding his staff, intently watched the line of moving black shadows on the distant grassland.
Moisture mixed in the air, and the dark clouds overhead grew heavier.
A storm was brewing.
The wind whipped the Church of Light’s angel flags, making them rustle.
So many unbelievable things had happened in just Three Days.
First, the channels of belief had disappeared abruptly.
Then, a mysterious force had enveloped the entire Church of Light, causing followers to lose their connection to the God of Light, an issue even the Pope could not resolve.
The once pure sky was now covered by dark clouds.
Everyone had a premonition that something terrible was brewing.
Last night, the Pope, with a somber expression, returned with the patrol army, bringing with him a terrifying piece of news: the area for dozens of miles around the Church of Light had been completely sealed off, becoming a dead zone from which one could neither enter nor exit. This sealing force loomed above, severing the connection to the Divine Realm.
In response to this strange situation, the Pope immediately summoned all the Saintesses, hoping that by converging the strength of the four Saintesses, they could contact the four Archangels.
The Archangels would then inform God of Light about the predicament facing the Church of Light.
However, Gabriel was still in Winter City at the time, so the plan was temporarily shelved. She was then summoned back via magical telepathy.
The Pope had a premonition.
No matter who the enemy was, they would not simply surround and not attack.
They were either accumulating strength or breeding some other scheme.
As expected, a more oppressive atmosphere descended on the third morning.
As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, the enemy launched their attack.
Tragically, even though the Pope possessed Legendary-grade strength, he had no idea where these enemies came from. They seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Alenon saw the enemies pouring out of the forest on the grassland, converging towards them.
He had initially expected to face a group of terrifying monsters, servants of shadow, or minions of demons.
But now, he saw they were all humans, even wearing ceremonial robes from the shrine.
Most of them were civilians living in the towns and villages near the Church of Light.
They provided food and daily necessities to the Church of Light, receiving payment and protection in return.
Were they now going to turn their blades against these civilians?
This question lingered in Alenon’s mind.
When facing demons and Undead, he could undoubtedly lop off the heads of these evil creatures without hesitation.
But facing these civilians, his conscience made it difficult to raise his staff.
It wasn’t just him; the guarding forces of the Church of Light on the city wall felt the same.
When they swore allegiance to the Light, their blades would never again fall upon ordinary people.
Even when the vacant-eyed civilians approached within fifty meters of the city wall, Alenon had not given the order to attack, causing unrest on the wall.
These human civilians, apart from their vacant expressions and Pale faces, were no different from normal humans.
There were no characteristics of demons or followers of evil gods.
“Archbishop, the enemy has reached the city wall, should we attack?!”
Alenon seemed not to hear.
Rainwater flowed down his wheat-colored cheeks, past the corners of his slightly downturned, tightly pressed lips. He leaned against the city wall, staring intently at a civilian climbing the wall, observing his Pale face, his vacant and despairing eyes, and his tattered linen clothes.
Just then.
A flash of Holy Light streaked across the distance.
“Whoosh—”
In Alenon’s vision.
The civilian’s head shattered, impaled on a city wall brick by a golden arrow.
This scene happened so quickly.
It left Alenon momentarily stunned.
But immediately followed by anger.
“Who was that?”
“Did I give the order to attack? You are harming a life!”
The guards on the city wall exchanged glances.
They had been hesitant, and without Alenon’s order, none of them dared to attack first.
“It was me.”
A clear, cold female voice answered Alenon’s question.
Everyone’s gaze turned in the direction of the voice.
There, Gabriel had somehow appeared on the city wall. Faint Holy Light emanated from her, the string of her longbow still trembling slightly. Beside her stood a majestic man enshrouded in black armor, his aura so profound it felt like hell had descended, suppressing the people around him until they could barely breathe. He was clearly a peak Legendary-grade existence.
Shi Wei was in an extremely foul mood.
Because he found himself trapped within some sort of force field set up by the Old Ones.
He couldn’t get out at all.
He couldn’t even contact Winter City.
As for why Gabriel could receive the Pope’s summons, Shi Wei suspected it was intentional on the part of the Old Ones.
