Chapter 163 Iris

The complicated magic spell shattered in an instant, breaking into countless tiny pieces.

The extreme malice would even make the gods in charge of evil thoughts look askance.

The god who came in response to the call raised his eyebrows and looked with interest at the tiny human who summoned him to land.

He had curly blond hair and his deep blue eyes flashed with an obscure light, half calm and half hysterical.

He was like a string stretched to the extreme. At this moment, any slight pressure would be enough to crush him down in an instant, and his strong back would be shattered.

But even though he had fallen to this point, the hatred burning in his soul did not subside in the slightest.

The extreme black cannot reflect even a single bit of pure white, not to mention that it is also tainted with a series of sins of judgment such as jealousy, greed, hatred, etc.

Even Mios, who was unhappy about being summoned suddenly, felt curious at this moment.

Some people were born like His believers, but ended up growing up in the Holy See of Light. How ridiculous, Mios thought.

After Mios had looked at me enough, he said lazily, "You summoned me, what do you want?"

Xia's heart was pounding, and countless malicious thoughts emerged in his mind in an instant.

He tried his best to control himself, swallowed his saliva and said: "...I want strength."

"I want absolute power. I want an endless supply of power in my hands—"

He wanted everyone to kneel at his feet and beg for his forgiveness. He wanted Lu Yi and Lante to cry bitterly in front of him. He wanted Callisto to lower his proud head and beg him to stop and look at him...

He wants absolute power—

Xia looked at Mios with burning eyes.

The face of the summoned being was blurry and unclear, but even so, the act of looking at Him made Xia's eyes sting, as if they were burned by divine fire.

A bold guess popped up in Xia's mind, but he didn't dare to verify it at all, for fear of angering that extremely powerful existence.

Although this was a being summoned by him, when this brutal and murderous aura broke through the magic circle and came through the air, he vaguely felt that things might start to get out of control.

He has no control over what he summons.

Mios was the most moody person. He was interested one second, but lost all interest in Xia's straightforward gaze the next.

The same straightforward and frank look could make Him stiffen all over and tremble in the face of some people, but it could make Him lose His appetite in the face of others.

Mios sneered and said softly, "If you keep looking at me with your disgusting eyes, I won't mind taking off your pretty eyeballs."

Such a disgusting look is a waste of such beautiful eyes.

By the way, the little human that He had favored seemed to be doing pretty well recently, so He could just give him this pair of eyeballs as a gift.

It’s blue, maybe Rand will like it.

Mios spoke casually, but Kexia could sense the casualness in his words.

That is the ability to do whatever one wants with sufficient strength.

Even though He may not have been serious when He said this, to Him, taking off Xia's eyes was as insignificant as breaking off a blade of grass. There was no need for Him to be serious in doing so.

Xia staggered a few steps and fell to his knees.

The invisible pressure was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it hard for him to breathe and completely shattering all the hope in his heart.

"A desire for power?"

"Yes..." Xia swallowed the blood foam that surged from his throat and uttered a weak voice through clenched teeth.

As long as you can get enough power——

"Then I'll give you a chance to believe in me—"

"How will you prove your worth to me?"

…

The other side.

After sensing Mios's breath, Lu Yi did not immediately switch back to the main perspective, but continued to put on the vest, quietly waiting for the emergency that was very likely to occur.

The Vatican's guard of honor stopped at the unfamiliar city gate, and the Vatican's people in the city-state had been waiting for their arrival.

Thanks to Callisto's blessing before Rosenborg left, Rant's light magic was expanded to a terrifying level. Coupled with the constant use during this period, Rant's strength and skills have been greatly improved.

Lu Yi handled the Black Death with ease.

He was immersed in the marvelous rhythm of this highly mobilized magic power, and did not feel tired. He just felt with all his heart that his magic power was like well water, which was used up and then gushed out again, and then was used up again, and so on and so forth.

It was not until dusk fell that March came up to him and persuaded him to rest, and their work for the day was over.

Surrounded by the crowd, Lant returned to his bedroom and fell asleep peacefully, into the darkness above the eternal night.

When I opened and closed my eyes, what I saw again was not the Vatican palace I had seen before I went to sleep, but a dim, chaotic and dark place.

The familiar throne in front of him still stood high, but this time, there was not only Lu Yi under the throne, but also six more men in black robes.

He was standing right below the throne, with three men in black robes standing on each side. He himself seemed to be wearing the same black cloak-like robe.

Lu Yi immediately decided to wait and see, silently looking at everything around him.

The black robe must have a special function, blurring the faces under the hoods.

Lu Yi couldn't see the faces of the other six people clearly, but the gazes under the black robes seemed to have substance, allowing him to clearly realize that everyone's eyes were on him at the moment.

Mios happily snapped his fingers and pointed at the seventh person who appeared out of nowhere. "We have finished the serious business. Now let's talk about something lighthearted. Let me introduce you to the seventh person I mentioned to you last time."

"Codename: Holy Son!"

Lu Yi was stunned for half a second, and almost thought that he was forced to reveal his cards. Fortunately, he immediately realized that this Holy Son was not that Holy Son.

The other six people apparently understood Mios's meaning in an instant, and they all performed a simple Eternal Night Praise Salute in the direction of Lu Yi, greeting him in the same vague voice.

The black robes blurred their faces, and even their doubtful expressions were hidden in the darkness. No one knew the huge waves of emotion that were stirred up in their hearts.

Son of God?

This code name is incredible. Could he be a member of the God’s favored family?

But why did he show up so late? Is there any hidden meaning behind this?

The six people were all speculating in their hearts about the identity and origin of the seventh person, but no matter what they were planning, they all showed goodwill to this powerful "Son of God" without hesitation.

"Good day, Your Highness."

"Good day, Your Highness."

“…”

Lu Yi calmly greeted them in return, "Good day, everyone."

His face showed a calm expression, but he was also speculating about these six people in his mind.

Although Lu Yi knew in his heart that this god had more than one hand reaching out to the Isaiah continent as early as the first time he came into contact with Mios, his heart sank when he saw the people in this hall with his own eyes.

Six people.

Even though Lu Yi knew nothing about these six people, he could tell with his toes that they were not ordinary people.

Mios couldn't have gathered this group of people just for fun, right?

Lu Yi wanted to take this opportunity to collect more information, but Mios leaned lazily towards the throne behind him.

"Okay, just take him to meet some people, and then we can go our separate ways."

Lu Yi complained in his heart, "Why don't you take him to recognize the people?" What forces did these six people belong to, and what were they planning for him?

Unilaterally revealing his code name and Vatican background, is this just a waste of time?

Mios stopped moving, as if he suddenly remembered something, and pointed to the black robe on Lu Yi's right hand side.

"Wait a moment--"

He raised his head towards Lu Yi and smiled meaningfully: "Look, the one next to you, codenamed Iris, is also from the Holy See. Maybe you two can help each other."

If Chaos were still alive, Mios could imagine his funny expression.

The Holy See of Light? It's almost becoming his underground base!

"Dominating the Holy See is just around the corner, haha..."

Lu Yi looked in the direction of the situation, but still only saw a blurry darkness.

Iris chuckled and said, "Follow the will of my Lord."

Mios waved his hand, and the seven people gradually disappeared as they bowed in greeting.

…

The next day.

Lu Yi performed healing spells as usual.

As human lives were involved, their schedule was very tight. They only had three days to stay in the city-state they were staying in.

After finishing their work, they rushed to the next area without stopping.

The route of the Holy See was to advance from the outer circle where the epidemic was most serious to the inner circle where the epidemic was less serious. They had already visited the outer city-states where the Black Death was most serious, and were now moving towards Katifan.

When we arrived at another city-state, people from the Vatican were waiting eagerly.

The low-ranking bishop tried to please Rant and kept complimenting him along the way.

Lu Yi had no intention of dealing with such social interactions, so he urged him to take him to the residence that had been prepared in advance.

Just before entering the bedroom, the bishop slapped his head and said, "Oh, Your Highness Lanter, there is one more thing!"

"Yesterday, a letter was sent from the Cardiffan Archbishopric. It should be written to you by His Holiness the Pope. I had someone put it on your desk. If you have any instructions, please let me know at any time."

Lu Yi responded politely with a few words, then turned and walked into the bedroom.

Sure enough, lying quietly on the white marble table was a letter with the seals of the Holy See and the Pope.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in Lu Yi's heart.

He reached out and picked up the exquisite letter, slowly opening it as if he were opening Pandora's box.

There was no text on the snow-white letter paper.

Only a violet iris pattern is quietly blooming.

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Fake traitor: Rand

The Real Traitor: Callisto