Chapter 702: Declaration of War

"What a powerful force... I wonder if I can join you?"

As if watching an epic stage play, Avis watched the scene of Anil destroying the Angel of Original Sin, and he suddenly spoke, not knowing what he was thinking of.

"You? Joining us?"

She looked at Anvis in surprise. The hot female priest in a tight black nun's uniform couldn't help but sneer and shook her head.

“Puff—are you worthy? If this happened in the Holy Messiah Empire, based on your crimes, perhaps we would have a new high-level experimental subject in our Inquisition by now.”

Bishop Yanile's outburst just now had completely exposed their origins, so she simply stopped trying to hide anything.

"Really? That's such a pity..."

Avis also shook his head with regret, and suddenly turned around to face the seventh-level female priest.

"Since I can't join you, then I'll have to ask you to join us."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The female shadow priest's face turned slightly cold, and a dark whip instantly appeared in her hand, ready to let Avis feel what painful whipping was.

But before she could make a move, Avis suddenly opened his left hand towards her just like Yanil.

With his back to the endlessly dark night sky outside the window, a strange black and red eyeball appeared in Avis' palm, staring at the female priest in front of him and even winking at her.

"……you?!"

After a moment of shock, the female shadow priest suddenly discovered with horror that her body seemed unable to move.

At the same time, a large number of blasphemous scenes that she had never dared to imagine before suddenly rose up in her heart.

In a trance, she seemed to see herself becoming a saint of the Church, with all kinds of extremely rare cultivation materials at her disposal. The holy crystal that she had been coveting for a long time was as inconspicuous as an ordinary stone among these precious resources.

The next moment, she became the queen who enchanted everyone. Her treasure trove was piled up like a mountain, and countless handsome men were trampled under her feet, trying every means to please her. And she just laughed wildly and waved the thorn whip, leaving blood marks on their bodies.

Then, the scene changed again, and she became the female commander of the army. Under her command, the unprecedentedly powerful sacred army swept across the continent, and the other two empires bowed before her army, and the heads of the two empires knelt down and surrendered to her.

Finally, the current Pope stood respectfully before her and presented her with the scepter and crown symbolizing the papal authority. The seven archbishops paid her the highest praises, but she shrugged it off because her status was comparable to that of a god.

As these scenes unfolded, the pure shadow power that originally flowed in the body of the female priest had been quietly contaminated by the darker and deeper power of original sin.

But she was unaware of what was happening to her, and instead became even more intoxicated with the evil joy brought about by the spread of original sin.

"Even the light of God cannot illuminate the deepest darkness in human hearts. In the endless expansion of original sin, humans will eventually abandon God."

Watching the strange changes in the female priest, Avis clasped his palms together.

That was the eyeball from the Angel of Original Sin. Even if the main body was destroyed by Anil, as long as the eyeball still existed and was infused with a large amount of the power of original sin, it could still be restored.

“It’s time to leave.”

Muttering to himself, Avis slowly walked past the former clergyman, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness of the corridor outside the door.

This was a test for him. He had to understand how the oracle was triggered.

In the study behind him, the power of original sin was even more intense, blooming brilliantly like a flower in full bloom. . ….….A few minutes after Anvis left, the clergy, sensing something was wrong, hurried back to the castle's study with the subdued Balgan.

But in the dark study, the original 'Lord of Dragon Shadow City' and the female priest who was responsible for guarding him had disappeared.

All that remained in the room was a dark and chaotic evil aura, which made everyone look very unhappy.

"I was careless. There is something wrong with that city lord."

Looking around, Bishop Yanile frowned and spoke in a low voice.

Although the battle was over, his left hand was still in a photochemical state and was unable to recover.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, you simply made the most reasonable choice based on the circumstances at the time!"

Seeing Yanil's self-blaming expression, a priest who looked like a silver-haired girl couldn't help but speak.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Archbishop, we haven't found Liliv's whereabouts..."

At this time, the person responsible for finding the whereabouts of the missing members opened his eyes and spoke with some hesitation and trepidation.

Since his previous partner went out alone to investigate the situation and never came back, his own detection spell lost its coordination and its strength and range were much weaker.

"I understand. This is not your fault. When I return, I will take the initiative to ask His Holiness the Pope for punishment."

With a slight sigh, Yanile nodded and took the responsibility on himself.

"At least, the goal of our trip has been accomplished."

Seeing this, the priest felt relieved but also a little ashamed.

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The power of holy light surged through his body, sweeping away all the remaining dark aura in the study, and then Yanil teleported away with the remaining priests.

After returning to the City of Poetry, Yanile went straight back to meet the Pope. He used magic to recreate the scene at that time and showed it to the Pope.

"...I'm sorry that my mistake in command has resulted in a heavy loss of the clergy of the Inquisition."

Facing the young Pope's eyes that radiated pure white light and seemed to be able to see through everything, Yanil lowered his head.

"This is the remaining flesh and blood of the target, as well as all the fragments left after the red cup was destroyed by me with the power of the 'Saint'."

As he spoke, a wisp of flesh and blood surrounded by dark magic and several bright red fragments appeared in Yanil's hands and he presented them to the Pope.

When the Pope actually saw these two items, his brows slowly furrowed, having previously looked solemn and silent.

He narrowed his eyes, took a piece of the fragment, and looked at it carefully. Then he picked up the flesh and blood and tried to inject a trace of holy power into it, sensing the changes in the power and aura.

"The fragments of the 'Crimson Cup' isotope? And this evil power... the messenger of the Old God? I understand."

Nodding slightly, the Pope's gaze moved to Yanil's left arm, which was still glowing.

"Yaniler, how is your hand?"

"I can feel it gradually recovering, Your Holiness. The power of the Saint is too strong for me. I only dare to unlock a small part of it."

Looking at his left hand, Yanile replied.

"Go find Mark the Crown of Thorns. He will help you recover."

Saint Messiah III nodded.

"In addition, a Holy Judgment Order is issued, and the Holy Light Church declares a full-scale war on the Enlightenment Esoteric Church."

Still with that faint smile on his face, a cold light flashed in the Pope's eyes.

"They have touched things that they shouldn't have touched."

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(End of this chapter)