Open the way for you

More than twenty days have passed since His Royal Highness the Son of God entered the meditation room.

From the moment he entered the meditation room, a clergyman was guarding the door to prevent others from disrupting the Son of God's ascension.

When the door of the meditation room opened again, the guard was surprised and bowed quickly to greet him: "Sir, the Holy Son."

"How long was I in there?"

"During the 19th day, His Holiness the Pope and others were very concerned about your situation. Bishop Santo often came to visit you. He also told us to tell you that if you finish your meditation, please go to the church to find them immediately. His Holiness the Pope has something to ask you."

"I see."

The silver-haired young man's eyes moved slightly, as if he remembered something. He simply thanked the other party and then left.

He went back to take a shower and change his clothes, then hurried to the temple. The clergy on the road greeted him one after another, and everyone knew this Son of God. Canaan kept walking, and when he arrived at the temple, the news that he had completed this breakthrough had already spread to everyone.

No one blocked his entry. Canaan stepped into the temple. The huge faceless statue looked down at the mortals below. The Pope sat at his feet, his eyes fixed on the visitor's face, with the kindness of an elder.

"Congratulations on getting stronger, kid."

Canaan bowed silently with his eyes lowered, and there was nothing wrong with his every move.

"We investigated the matter of the craftsman. As the mysterious guest said before, the craftsman is entangled with the Black Mist followers. We found some clues in the west."

"Santo needs to take care of other things this time. Another bishop will accompany you to eliminate them."

The young man shook his head: "No need, I can do it alone this time."

The Pope did not insist, and patiently reminded them as if he were treating a beloved junior: "Be careful."

Canaan responded meekly. His eyes flashed to the statue behind the other party. Only he could see the huge and fierce chain binding the statue in front of him, with a crack at the edge, from which countless golden threads flowed out.

The Pope waved his hand to signal the other party to leave. Canaan walked to the door and looked at the golden thread beside him, feeling an unusual sense of familiarity from it.

After accepting these threads for the first time, he is no longer repulsed by them. The silver-haired young man stared at them for a while, and suddenly reached out to catch a handful of gold threads.

Consciousness naturally permeated these golden threads, and various prayers rang in my ears, chanting the name of the Lord of All Things and All Powers. These voices were noisy, but there was no response from the gods.

When the silver-haired youth returned to the Black Mist Era, the scars on his body had healed. But at this moment, those marks still hurt.

The omnipotent God was born from the power of the twelve gods, so he naturally inherited their attributes. It was normal for him to feel familiar with His [Heaven]. However, he was a little sad to face the fact that the gods had died just after returning from the era of God's favor.

Canaan loosened the golden threads and focused on the next task.

Generally speaking, the church would not interfere with the territories of other nobles.

But the craftsman's matter was related to the Son of God's path to godhood, and after a brief negotiation, the two sides finally reached an agreement.

Under the arrangement of the church, he brought a team of clergymen and quickly came to the west through the teleportation array.

The feeling of coming here with Canaan was completely different from that of Oreius. Just by breathing, the silver-haired young man could feel the pollution pouring into his body, causing [Heaven] to expand continuously, and as it expanded, it absorbed more pollution.

They were greeted by Ferdinand, who was also from one of the three major families in the West. He was a burly man with muscles as strong as stone.

"I am Charles, the descendant of Ferdinand. Are you the Son of God of the Church?"

He looked at the silver-haired young man nonchalantly, as if he didn't care much about his small stature. The silver-haired young man looked at him calmly, without showing any displeasure at his contempt.

''Yes, I am Canaan. ''

"It's boring. I thought the church would send someone powerful this time, but it turns out he doesn't even have much muscle."

Charles muttered that the West respected strength, and he was disappointed to see such a weakling. Fortunately, he still remembered his duty and guided the other party to the residence.

Ferdinand specially set aside a residence for church visitors, and decorated it in the simple style common in the West, just to serve as a daily residence.

Canaan didn't care about his residence, since he would be back home after a few days. He focused on discussing this mission with Charles, which made the hot-tempered man have a slightly better impression of him. When the two came back from the discussion, the place had changed dramatically.

The delicate fringed curtains were draped with tulle, the floors were spotlessly wiped, the soft beds were covered with wool blankets, and the air was filled with the soothing scent of incense.

The clergy got so many decorations from nowhere that the whole room was decorated magnificently. From the outside, it was no less beautiful than Canaan's residence in the holy city.

The silver-haired young man's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Charles raised his eyebrows: "As expected, he is a young master from the church. He always brings a bunch of people to serve him wherever he goes."

The clergy who were accompanying him were not only concerned about fame and gain, but also dissatisfied with what he said and retorted: "The Holy Son is of noble status, and of course he cannot be compared with ordinary people."

"Coquettish."

“Ignorance!”

Their eyes met, sparks of invisible fire ignited. Seeing that neither side had any intention of stopping, Canaan had to speak up and stop them, saying, "That's enough."

The Clergy Squad was still unwilling to give in: "But Lord Saint..."

"Charles is right, we are here to complete a mission, you are being too pretentious."

The Clergy Team lowered their heads and remained silent. Canaan glanced at Charles and saw that he seemed to be smiling.

"Aren't you going to deal with the craftsmen? Go quickly, you should have made all the arrangements."

This guy doesn't look too stupid. Charles snorted and chuckled, acknowledging what the other party said.

They had already spotted their prey, but were waiting here only because of the church's request. Now that everyone was present, it was time to start the show.

Charles led a group of people to sit in a carriage. Western horses are stronger and more ferocious, running at an astonishing speed. In the familiar bumpy ride, the carriage led them to a town.

Unlike the Nail Town, this is a real small town. People like Charles are inconspicuous in it. He lifted the curtain of the carriage, pointed to a building in the town and said: "This is our target."

This town is the territory of the Bertram family. Generally speaking, the three major families do not interfere with each other. Ferdinand's behavior has crossed the line, but Bertram did not fight back.

Ferdinand's descendants had already sneaked into the city and made preparations in secret.

"We have found out where the craftsman is hiding, in the Baide family. The entire family is related to the Black Mist believers, and they provided the craftsman with a basement for this purpose."

Charles spat on the ground, his expression full of contempt: "How amazing! You use human things to do inhuman things."

Mason was not familiar with this name, but he had memorized the list of existing noble families during the few days he studied at the Luo family. Therefore, it did not take him long to find the corresponding target.

"They should be the Bertram family's men. Why are you the ones cleaning them out?"

The other party snorted and laughed: "Power is a poison that makes people decadent. The power of each family is mixed. Who can say clearly that there is no spies among their own people? If you use people from your own family, they may be caught before they even reach the door. At this time, it is more convenient for the other party to send people to clean up."

"These people are mixed with the Black Mist followers, jumping around like fleas. It would be best if we could clean them up quickly."

The Bloodline Captain who was in charge of observing the situation reported: "Sir, when do we start the action?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't it time?"

Charles showed a fierce sneer on his face, and the bloodline people who received the order quickly invaded. They were all masters of this and entered the interior of the Baide family quietly.

It was a bloody massacre, and the Noble Association was never lenient towards traitors within its ranks.

The servant holding the plate had his throat cut before he could even utter a word, and the blood of women, men, and children was all over the ground. The owner of the house, who was dragged out like a dead dog, saw this scene and looked at Charles with a look of shock and anger.

"You are starting a war! The Bertram family will not stand up to you, and the Noble Association will definitely come to sanction you."

The man stomped viciously on the back of the other's hand. "Noble Association? Bertram Family? Bah! When I was a bloodline, you were still playing in the mud. You are not a human being but you are pretending to be a tiger. Today, I will let you cut your butt with a knife to open your eyes and see who is the boss."

The bottom line of the Noble Association is human dignity. When they join the Black Mist followers, they have sentenced themselves to death.

Regardless of old or young, men or women.

Only enemies appear here.

The silver-haired young man walked forward as Charles cursed. According to Charles's investigation, the entrance to the basement was inside the building.

White vines entwine the houses and walls, spreading a sweet fragrance in the wind. The bloodline of Ferdinand was shaken and their bodies recovered. Seeing that the opponent was about to break in, they hurried forward to stop him.

"It's dangerous inside, let's go explore the way first!"

With such a big commotion on the surface, the underground must have known about it. If something happened to the Holy Son of the Church, wouldn't those religious lunatics come to the door and kill them?

The moment I stepped into the building, something rushed over from the darkness in the sky. The stench of blood was pungent. These pollutants were just cultivated for the purpose of killing people. After being released, they immediately rushed towards the breath of living things.

The Son of God did not stop walking. He stretched out his hand and pressed his right arm. The holy power gathered in his palm and turned into a bow.

It looked extremely delicate and beautiful, more like a work of art than a weapon. The best archer in the world taught him how to use this bow, and the energy automatically gathered into an arrow, which created a powerful shock wave the moment it was shot, destroying the triggered trap.

Pollutants slammed against the walls, many of which were too deep to dig out. Bows and arrows hummed with excitement, as if warriors were eager to fight.

The weapons forged by the God of War himself were born to be bathed in blood. Even if they lose their physical form and are born only in the form of energy, their sharpness remains unchanged.

A hearty laugh seemed to ring in the young man's ears, his long silver hair fluttered slightly, and his heterochromatic eyes looked coldly into the depths of the darkness.

No need for mercy, no need for hesitation.

His arrows need not hesitate.

The bowstring vibrates continuously, and no matter where you are, you cannot escape the pure white arrow. The energy of [Heaven] is pure and gentle, and according to common sense, it should not cause any damage.

The only thing it does is devour.

The [Heaven] rapidly expanded with it as its spearhead, emitting a pure brilliance in the darkness. The seals lurking in the passage made hoarse sounds and left in a panic. There is no enemy more terrifying than a domain that can absorb all pollution. Those who didn't have time to escape were sucked dry of pollution in an instant, and their bodies fell lightly to the ground, shaking into a pile of dust.

The holy Son of God stood between the light and the flowers, his face gentler than the snow in early spring. But Charles only felt a murderous aura rushing towards him, making him feel terrified.

Purification and death, holiness and cruelty, are perfectly integrated in this seemingly fragile priest. He looks straight ahead, as if he is going deep into a no-man's land. If the world dares not to move forward, he will bend his bow and shoot arrows to crush the obstacles.

"Come on, I'll make way for you."