No matter how strange the color is, its essence is indeed pure holy light healing magic!

Eker's pupils, hidden beneath his hood, suddenly contracted, and the solidified icy mist seemed to be subjected to a scalding hot iron, pulsating violently.

As a high-ranking envoy of the Inquisition, he had witnessed countless clergymen perform healing spells.

Although this seven-colored light was unprecedented, the pure life force and holy light contained in its healing effect were genuine, and even carried a faint ancient and sacred charm!

This is holy light magic that no heretic could possess!

Just as Raymond was distraught and Ekel was filled with doubt, Elliott, who had been silent like a human recorder, spoke up expressionlessly:

"How can the essence of holy light be determined by the mortal eye? Those favored by God are given extraordinary visions, with seven colors flowing, but these are merely appearances of the grace of the Kingdom of Heaven. At its core, it is always the purest and most pristine light."

His thin finger pointed to "Mark," his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

"This is a holy office favored by God, without a doubt."

"The chosen ones"?

"Heavenly grace"?

These words carry immense weight within the context of the Church of Holy Light!

If Mark in front of us is truly a being favored by Heaven, then questioning him is tantamount to questioning the will of the Holy Light itself.

But such words are only used by the believers below; those who come from the holy city do not recognize such nonsense!

At least, they had heard countless people called "the chosen ones" in their lifetime, such as Alfonso, Kyle, and even their mentor.

In the end, if one does not enter the Kingdom of God and one's holy name is not revealed, what is the point of talking about divine favor!

Alfonso is really ambitious. Does he want to produce another chosen one in the Thirteenth Holy Knights?

The people present had different thoughts.