Chapter 345: The Legacy of the Angel of Judgment, Roland Knight Conference, Skach: Get up and practice your spear! (1W)

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The City of Shadows stands majestically, like a giant beast crouching in the darkness.

The stars are like diamonds inlaid in the night sky, casting flowing starlight.

The kingdom of night is peaceful and magnificent. The sudden explosion and the flames rising into the sky are like a broken mirror, breaking the silence.

Boom! Under the sky, a battle broke out between the Queen of Shadows, Skaah, and the Angel of Judgment, Uriel.

Skah was wearing dark purple armor, her purple hair was flying, the thorn magic spear in her hand was emitting a cold glimmer, and her eyes were cold and sharp. Every time she stabbed, the magic spear could roll up shadows all over the sky. In the shadow world, Skah's power was increased to the extreme, and every move was deadly, with a sharp breath of slaughtering gods! Uriel spread her wings to meet the attack, six pairs of wings burning with blazing holy fire, and the sword of judgment shone with golden brilliance, like the sun melting snow, dispelling the darkness from the magic spear! Uriel, the embodiment of justice and order, could no longer remember how many evil souls she had buried, and her golden heart gradually became numb in thousands of years of fighting.

Gold is depleted every year, and even the souls of angels will be 'worn out' due to constant fighting.

Uriel was steadfast in upholding justice at the beginning, but later he began to doubt his own path, and now he misses Lucifer, the son of the morning star who once held high the banner of rebellion.

She often wondered what justice was.

Between Lucifer, who is trying to create a new world, and Michael, who is firmly protecting the old world, who is on the side of justice?

Uriel struggled for hundreds of years but still couldn't come up with a perfect answer.

But she knew very well that if she had any doubts about the path she was taking, the day of danger would not be far away.

The reason why Uriel risked his life to rescue Famula was because Famula had not doubted justice and was still steadfast in her own opinion.

In Famula, Uriel saw himself, who once was devoted to judging evil.

Regardless of whether she was right or not, at least this human had a will of steel, and this alone was enough for Uriel to recognize her.

So, he descended upon the Shadow Realm and saved Famula from death at the cost of being seriously injured.

Similarly, Uriel is ready to stay in the shadow world forever.

Boom! Two god-level warriors clashed fiercely in the air, flames and shadows intertwined, and a violent roar broke out.

Every round of fighting can cause a stir in the Shadow City.

Uriel has his own pride.

Even though she knew she was going to die and asked Skach to grant her death, she still used her power as a Seraph!

Storm-like shadows tore through the sky above the City of Night. This entire Shadow World was the domain of Scah. The shadows surging in the Shadow City provided Scah with endless energy! Domain, [Land of Shadows]! In the material plane, Scah still had to go through a lot of trouble to expand her domain, but in the Shadow World, the shadows could get whatever they wanted, which made her aura rise to the extreme!

In desperation, Uriel raised the sword high and forcibly deployed the golden [Judgment Field] within a hundred meters of himself.

The raging fire of judgment burned fiercely in the field. She carried the golden spherical barrier and collided with Skach, stirring up a terrifying energy tide!

Ye Zhi stood on the dark bridge that looked like the back of a giant beast in the Shadow City, looking up at the domain showdown between two powerful men under the starry sky, and was shocked.

The battles he had seen in the material realm were nothing compared to the battles he was witnessing in another dimension! Any holy spirit or god that wanted to cross the planes and descend into the material realm would have their strength greatly weakened.

In the shadow world, Skah and Uriel showed a god-like sense of oppression, as if the fate of light and darkness collided, and rounds of dazzling battle aftermath erupted, illuminating the entire kingdom of darkness! "So exciting, so exciting! It's worth dying to see such a battle between strong men!"

The evil little squirrel stood on Yeats's right shoulder, looking up with his head raised. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment and said to himself, "Hey, did I say this before?"

"I said so."

Another ethereal illusion appeared on Ye Zhi's left. The goddess of joy conjured up a handful of melon seeds, took them in her palm and ate them, nodding:

"Yeah, that's good, the fight is very back and forth, I like watching it!"

"Oh, it's you."

Zuanya had come into contact with Daisy several times and was already familiar with the goddess of illusion. His eyes fell on Daisy's palm and his eyes lit up.

“I want me some melon seeds too!”

"Here..." Daisy poured the melon seeds on Zuanya's flat little paws.

"Thank you...wait, how come it was fog?" Zuanya was furious.

"Of course I'm lying to you. Where can I turn melon seeds into something for you~"

Daisy grinned and grimaced.

"Yeats! Yeats, look at her!"

Zuanya grabbed Ye Zhi's shoulder.

Yeats had no expression on his face.

He does not share the joys and sorrows of others, he just feels it is noisy.

"Hmm... don't forget to ask Scah to help you curb the raging divinity of darkness in your body."

Daisy's illusion pushed Yeats's shoulder and said:

"She is a mentor who is proficient in the Way of the Dark Night. With her guidance, your recently promoted Life Ring will be able to stabilize as soon as possible. Then, I will help you think of a way to completely resolve the hidden dangers!"

Ye Zhi just took a quick look at the soul realm. The dark night divinity on the soul water surface has become an overrun disaster. Other divinities are barely emitting their own glow in the flood-like dark shadows, but the benefits they can provide to Ye Zhi have become very few.

The moonlight deity is most targeted by the dark night deity.

Now, Ye Zhi can no longer use [Moon Goddess's Blessing·Moon Surges in the Sky River].

Although he was originally best at Moonlight Sword and Moonlight Fighting Qi, he was unable to exert his original power.

[Blessing of Dark Night·Eternal Night] can be cast easily and has almost no cooldown time.

The power of the Shadow Blade has increased dramatically, and it is sharper than the Moonlight Sword.

The roots and trunk of the Tree of Life are shrouded in shadows, like a lesion.

If it weren't for the mistletoe to help contain him, Yeats wouldn't even be able to retain his humanity and could easily become as obsessed as the madmen in the Dark Night Sect.

This is bad news, but the benefits brought by the Dark Night Divinity are equally obvious.

It was because of the stimulation of the Dark Night divinity that Ye Zhi was able to step into the six-ring realm and join the ranks of the continent's top powerhouses!

The Sixth Ring is the highest level that humans on the Central Plains have been able to reach so far.

It took him less than two years from entering the extraordinary realm to achieving the sixth ring.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhi couldn't help but raise his chest, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

But the problem is that the Dark Night divinity is currently the only dominant force in the soul realm, which is not the ideal state that Yeats had envisioned and is still some distance away from its heyday.

"I'm familiar with this plot. Now I'm relying on external forces to forcibly advance. My foundation is unstable. If I encounter a guy who uses strange fire, I'll be easily killed by someone above me and become a stepping stone for others. I have to find a way to eliminate the hidden danger as soon as possible..."

"What are you talking about to yourself?"

Daisy cracked some melon seeds and handed a handful to Yeats: "Are you okay?"

Ye Zhi ignored it and said calmly: "I won't be fooled."

"These are real melon seeds." Daisy spat out the melon seed shells. "I just stole them from your space bag."

Ye Zhi's forehead jumped.

That's what I save to feed the squirrels!

Anyway, why would an illusion eat sunflower seeds?

The battle between the two powerful men seemed to be coming to an end.

As the gatekeeper of the shadow world and the strongest warrior in the Shadow Kingdom, Skah's spearmanship has reached the level of a master. Even saint-level warriors will be ruthlessly pierced by her magic spear!

With the home advantage and Uriel being injured first, this battle did not last seven days and seven nights like a mythical duel. In just a quarter of an hour and hundreds of rounds of fighting, the winner was about to be decided!

Suddenly.

The magic spear was wrapped in a purple-red aura. Skach's eyes suddenly became stern. His body moved with the spear, his purple hair fluttering. He closed the distance like a ghost. The irresistible and majestic spear burst out with a dark red glow, piercing Uriel's heart! Combat Skill: Shadow Spear Kill!

Uriel spread out his six wings with surging holy flames. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands, with the blade pointing downward. A rune array shining with golden light appeared at the tip of the sword and quickly spread out around Uriel. Flames surged out, sealing Skach. At the same time, a huge column of fire like a light cannon shot up into the sky, swallowing Skach whole with the momentum of burning everything!

However, Uriel's pupils shrank slightly, and all that Skach left behind was a shadow! She quickly raised her head, and in the center of the magnificent painting of endless darkness and bright stars, the bright firelight reflected the figure of the Queen of Night Eyes.

Her dark purple armor reflected the deep starry night. Her purple eyes were cold and stern, flashing with unfathomable majesty. She raised high in her hand a spear that shone with pitch-black thunder. With her magical and soft voice, she delivered the decree of death.

"Gayaberg!"

The epic spear, the true name of the Thorn Spear.

Thrown out by the Queen of Night Eyes, it cuts out a dark streak of lightning and brings down the destined death!

Uriel's golden hair danced wildly in the wind, and his eyes shrank into a point, reflecting the spear rushing towards him at a high speed.

With extraordinary eyesight, he could see the structure on the tip of the spear clearly.

On the spear tip that looked like a whole piece of metal, there were thousands of spikes, releasing fine electric currents, waiting to enter the enemy's body, split the barbed spines, and tear out the heart! In an instant, a large number of images emerged in Uriel's mind, and the past scenes flashed back one by one.

Lucifer, full of admiration and respect, stood before thousands of angels, holding high the Sword of Dawn in his hand.

Red dragons, sulfur fire, wars between gods, fallen wings, a battle that lasted seven days and seven nights, and the fallen angel who fell into the abyss... Uriel was covered in wounds. She stood in front of the abyss, staring blankly at the corpses of her companions that dyed the abyss red. A great panic and doubt enveloped her.

Justice…what exactly is justice?

Even Lucifer, whom he regarded as an idol, would betray his ideals and turn to the embrace of hell.

Then what was the point of my persistence? After another hundred years of numbness, fighting, fighting, and judgment, Uriel sent down his clone to walk the human world, and accidentally saved a human girl from a ghost woman disguised as a witch.

The girl shot the witch's throat with a sharp arrow, and then started a raging fire with her own hands, engulfing all the dozen orphans adopted by the witch.

“Why not let the other kids go?”

At that time, Uriel asked the girl this.

"Blinded by emotions and becoming puppets of evil, they are not my brothers and sisters."

The girl replied coldly: "My mortal enemy."

Uriel stood there in a daze. She once thought that justice in the world was either black or white, but thousands of years have passed, and there are too many disputes without right or wrong, and no so-called justice.

But Uriel admired the girl a little because she was walking on the path he had once walked.

Uriel was looking forward to her taking a path without hesitation or wavering!

When I came back to my senses.

[The Thorn Demonic Spear] Kayeborg had pierced her heart.

The angel with broken wings fell from a height of a thousand meters, smashing onto the dark stone surface of the Night Bridge with a loud bang, and sank into a sunken pit full of cracks. The magic spear that pierced his chest was deeply inserted into the ground, and golden blood soaked the gun body, dyeing it an enchanting scarlet.

The magic spear 'Gayeberg' is essentially just an epic weapon, on the same level as Yezhi's Blood King Spear.

But weapons also look at ID.

The Gayeborg in the hands of Queen Xiaose Yemou has a power comparable to that of legendary weapons.

Countless gods have been destroyed in her hands. At this moment, looking down at Uriel who fell to the ground, Skach's expression was neither sad nor happy, and a hint of touch flashed across the depths of her eyes.

Thousands of years have passed, and familiar figures have died one after another. Both former friends and enemies cannot escape the baptism of the long river of time.

Now, the number of familiar figures in Skach's memory is about to decrease.

Over the long years, Skach has figured out her own life experience. Every death will give birth to an acquaintance.

Her deep purple eyes stared at the young figure on the bridge, as if she could see through his soul.

"The Dark Night Goddess once asked me to grant the Dark Night Chosen the skills so that they can have a certain degree of self-protection."

Skach's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "I hope he has enough qualifications... and won't let me down."

at the same time.

Looking at Uriel who was dying not far from him, Yeats took a deep breath.

This apostle can be said to be the most special apostle Yeats has ever met.

The first few were either big eyeballs or book pages, in short, none of them were human shapes.

Uriel had long golden hair like the sun, a snow-white, three-dimensional face, a masculine female face, and a neutral heroic beauty. Even after being pierced through the heart by the magic spear, he still retained the nobility of an angel, tremblingly stood up from the pit, propped up his trembling knees, and did not let himself kneel down and surrender.

Ye Zhi admitted that she only looked at the face, and that human-shaped angels were easier to get close to than those with big eyes. At this time, her eyes moved and fixed on Ye Zhi's face.

From her dilated pupils, Yeats saw a hint of trance and smelled the breath of death.

“Humans…”

Uriel said tremblingly: "Please, say again what you just said about ideals..."

Ye Zhi was slightly stunned, looked at Uriel's determined eyes, and slowly repeated:

"Idealists are hopeless..."

A faint light ignited in Uriel's dilated pupils, and she asked softly:

"I hope that one day, there will be no more evil in this world, and the light of justice will shine upon every living being... Is this an ideal?"

Yeats remained silent.

He thought that he was not qualified to judge the ideas of a Saint-level powerful person.

But he could understand that even in heaven and hell, there were strong people who would do anything for their ideals.

As for his own ideal... Yeats actually just wanted to be a comfortable duke and try to avoid being involved in disasters and disputes.

But according to Uriel's words, one day, the day of judgment called "Apocalypse" is inevitable.

In order to prepare for the Day of Judgment, all forces are gathering their strength.

The Lord of Plague, who is suspected to be one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, spreads plague in this world and harvests souls.

Lucifer, the former Dawn Star and now the Demon God of Hell, is building his army in hell, waiting for the day when he will counterattack the heaven.

Even the Wild Hunt Army assembled by the King of the Wild Hunt and his [Hall of Valor] is likely a means to prepare for the coming of doomsday.

Yeats didn't know much about "Judgment Day" because in the original plot, the version of Judgment Day had not yet begun.

But at this moment, Yeats had already smelled the breath of the coming storm. If he could not keep up with the tide of the times, he would become an abandoned child.

Above the sixth ring is the realm of the Saint-level strongmen, and it is also the realm that Ye Zhi wants to reach.

Only by achieving the Holy Land can one have a place in the coming chaotic world! "You give me the same feeling... as Famula..."

Uriel laughed softly.

"Kind, stubborn, determined..."

"You also have firm beliefs that are not shaken by the outside world."

"That's good." Uriel said weakly, "Whether it's right or wrong, as long as you keep going forward unswervingly, there will always be a day when a miracle will happen..."

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da.

On the bridge in the dark night, Skach walked slowly, his footsteps echoing like the footsteps of death.

Uriel's head rested weakly on the spear that pierced his chest, as if he had fallen asleep.

For some reason, Grey's figure suddenly flashed before Yeats' eyes, and he remembered that the law she emphasized was essentially a symbol of justice.

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the angel of judgment. He felt a little touched in his heart and began to recite a prayer in a low voice.

“I have fought the good fight…”

The angel of judgment looked at Yeats in surprise.

Immediately.

A shallow arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Uriel murmured:

“I have finished the race, I have maintained the faith.”

“From now on there is in store for me the crown of righteousness.”

2 Timothy 4:7.

The wings behind Uriel ignited a holy fire that devoured her body, leaving only a pitch-black magic spear stuck in place.

Skach stood side by side with Yeats, gazing at a golden light rising into the sky, and whispered:

"Where will her soul go? Only fate knows."

The golden light gradually dissipated into the deep night sky, leaving behind a golden rune, like a golden feather, circling in place.

Skah looked at the rune, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This is the inheritance of the Apostle of Judgment..."

“He left this for you.”

Skach looked at Yeats.

"In addition to blessing, it contains a series of combat skills and magic such as the Fire of Judgment and the Flaming Sword. To be honest, I don't understand..."

The one standing in front of him was the Dark Night Goddess’ Chosen One! The human chosen by the Dark Night Goddess, whose soul was filled with the Dark Night Goddess’s divine nature, was incompatible with the Judgment Inheritance. Even if it was left to this young man, he would not be able to control it!

"Ye Zhi, take it quickly!"

Daisy's illusion stood behind Skach, where he couldn't see her. She looked at the golden feather and said in surprise, "I actually got it right! The true inheritance of the Apostles. With this, you can even run for the presiding judge in the Vatican!"

"Is this really okay?"

Ye Zhi was worried. The dark night divinity in his body was like a time bomb.

With his soul already overloaded, Ye Zhi had to absorb this inheritance of judgment, and he was worried that his life would be in danger!

"You have already been chosen by the four gods. You are not even afraid of a conflict of divinity. Why should you be afraid of this?"

Daisy glanced at Yeats and immediately urged him, saying excitedly:

"Hurry up, the Chosen One has a chance to obtain the Judgment Inheritance. This is the first time I've seen this!"

It can be seen that Daisy is extremely excited.

Ye Zhi was speechless. He looked up at Skahe's majestic purple eyes and said:

"I still want to try and see if I can absorb this inheritance, is that ok?"

Skach was slightly startled and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Sure!" Ye Zhi nodded seriously.

Skach frowned slightly, but didn't say much. He came to the bridge railing with the magic spear in his arms, leaned against it, and nodded:

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

"Try it. If anything goes wrong, I will rescue you."

This sense of security! Ye Zhi almost shed tears. The master is much more reliable than the goddess of fun and the evil squirrel!

Judging from Skah's thousands of years of experience, there is no possibility that the Chosen One of Darkness can absorb the inheritance of Judgment.

However, she also understands the innate curiosity of humans and the desire to try new things.

However, if by some chance, this Chosen One of Dark Night really died on the spot... Skah hugged the magic spear to his chest, closed his eyes lightly, and felt helpless in his heart... He would have to live for a long time without being able to talk to living people.

Ye Zhi moved closer to the golden feathers, his eyes reflected in the golden glow, and runes swirled above the feathers like flowing water, emitting a holy aura.

金色羽毛的光芒温暖，好似曙光，带给叶芝一股亲近之意，诧然发现，这审判天使的神性，竟然与光明神性，有相似之处！难道说……一个大胆而可怕的猜想，在叶芝的脑海浮现……光明之神的陨落，背后还有教廷的影子？

叶芝吸收过数次光明神性，发现自己似乎与这道审判传承的契合度很高，又或者，是乌列尔没有设下考验的缘故。

在伸手触碰到金色羽毛的刹那，符文释放刺眼夺目的光芒，整根羽毛剧烈燃烧，灼烧着叶芝的手掌。

下一刻，审判之火缠绕上叶芝的手臂，与此同时，就连灵魂都遭受到神火的灼烧，针扎似的痛苦袭向叶芝的大脑！这不是乌利尔在传承上动了手脚，纯粹是想要掌握审判之火，就必须先经历灵魂上的灼烧！“擦，大意了。”

叶芝咬牙道：“面板，救我！”

顷刻间。

潮水般的清凉，缓解叶芝脑海中的痛苦。

黛西幻象站在叶芝身旁，伸出手戳了戳叶芝的脸颊，眨了眨眼睛：

“还活着吧？”

“没死呢。”叶芝心中没好气道，“你也没说会有这一道环节啊！”

“你也没问呐。”黛西顿了一下，捂嘴道，“好吧，我只是想再看看，你到底是怎样解决神性冲突的……呵呵，不论看过多少次，我都觉得非常神奇！”

别问，问就是有挂！

片刻前，斯卡赫眼神微变，正欲出手，却见叶芝僵硬的脸色，很快得到了缓解。

而金色羽毛的光芒渐渐变得黯淡，融入了叶芝的掌心，顷刻间消失不见。

波澜不惊的宵色夜眸女王，眼中难以克制地浮现一抹惊异。

“你……成功了？”

叶芝微微颔首，徐徐呼出一口气，体悟着这道审判传承带来的好处。

自己的火焰流派造诣，再次得到提升，一跃来到大师级的范畴，已经可以徒手搓出炎爆术。

而炎爆术的威力，和传承中记录的这道【审判之火】，根本无法相比！

法穆菈能靠着审判传承，以一己之力，对抗三名六环大师。

现在，自己也得到了同样的传承，完全能够复刻相同的战绩，甚至更胜一筹！除了审判之火外，传承中还记录了一系列的剑技与魔法，不过，不适合当下的叶芝修炼，解决暗夜神性带来的隐患，才是重中之重。

“现在只能动用少部分审判之火的力量。”

说着，叶芝‘啪嗒’一声打响手指，指尖燃起一簇散发硫磺气息的金色火苗。

“和暗夜神性并不冲突就是了。”叶芝如实道。

“……”

斯卡赫沉默不言，闪烁着的目光，仍暴露出她此刻内心的震动。

难道说，这新一任的暗夜神选……是千年难遇的天才，不会遭受神性冲突的反噬？！仔细观察着少年点燃的火焰，的确是审判之火无疑，斯卡赫徐徐呼气，平复心中的起伏，以公事公办的口吻，淡淡地说道：

“暗夜神选……在接下来的这段时间里，我会尽我所能，传授你影之国的技艺。”

“至于能领悟多少，每一任暗夜神选不尽相同，需要看你的悟力。”

“现在，告诉我，你的真名？”

叶芝张了张嘴，正打算报出夏洛克的名号，对上斯卡赫那蕴含威严的宵紫色眼眸，气势顿时弱了半截，如实道：

“叶芝，叶芝·伯朗第。”

斯卡赫对人间的了解不深，自然也不会知道，叶芝这个名号，所代表的含义。

至少，在金狮王国的范围内，忍冬花公爵之名如雷贯耳，并且是世人皆知的艺术神选！“叶芝…我记下了。”

斯卡赫微微颔首，平静地道：

“即日起，你就居住在影之城的城堡中，按照我给你制定的计划，每日严格执行训练！”

从紫发女王的身上，流露出严格的导师气场，丝毫没给叶芝留下反驳的余地。

叶芝迟疑道：“为期不定……到底是指，要修炼多久？”

斯卡赫仰头看着星河流转的夜空，平静道：“谁知道呢，短则数月，长则数年…要看物质位面的暗夜信徒，究竟何时能重新建立起位面通道，你才能离开影之国，回归尘世。”

对于斯卡赫的回答，叶芝早有心理准备。

但自己最多在影之国待上几个月，几年的时间，是万万耗费不起的。

天知道几年之后，外界会发生怎样的动荡！叶芝打定主意，在与斯卡赫逐渐熟悉之后，就找机会摊牌，表明自己有提前回归物质位面的办法！

“那……我该怎样称呼您？”叶芝谨慎地道。

“叫我老师就可以。”

斯卡赫似乎回答过许多遍这样的提问，摆出严师的神情，环抱着魔枪，淡淡地说道：

“好了，我先带你回影之城……跟紧我。”

行走在黑夜大桥上，斯卡赫的目光，在乌列尔留下的巨坑中停留了片刻，旋即纵身跃起，矫健的身影很快隐于夜色。

叶芝立刻跟在斯卡赫身后飞行。

成为暗夜神选之后，叶芝在影界的权限得到极大提升，不需要【融身入影】，就能借助暗影，在影界行动自如。

同时，叶芝也暗中多出一个心眼，自己成为暗夜神选的身份，万万不能向外界透露。

毕竟，只有依靠夏洛克的身份，才能将暗夜教派处于自己的掌控之中。

而多神共选的身份一经公开，中庭大陆的超凡界，势必迎来一场大地震！

叶芝甚至比奥德赛的事迹更加传奇。

艺术、迷雾、魔法，加上此刻的暗夜，叶芝已然是四神共选！“已经吃上四家软饭了……”

叶芝看了眼曲线完美、气质冷艳的影界女王，暗道：“嗯…多吃一家师匠的软饭，也不多！”

我是要成为中庭大陆，软饭之王的男人！“你还可以试着抱月光女神的大腿啊。”

黛西幻象，仿佛洞悉了叶芝的想法，轻笑道：“我不介意的！”

叶芝吐槽道：“谁问你介不介意了啊！”

“我是认真的。”黛西幻象眨了眨眼，一本正经地道，“你不是想要遏制体内的暗夜神性吗？成为月光神选，就是最好的办法！”

叶芝微微一愣。

这个办法，好像真的具有可行性！毕竟，按照暗夜女神与月光女神经常争取神选这一传统来推断…自己很有希望，获得月光女神抛出的橄榄枝。

并且，由于自己不受神性冲突的影响，可以同时保留暗夜与月光，两大神选的资格！

靠着月光神性与暗夜神性彼此间的制衡，自己被侵染的灵魂领域，不仅能够恢复原状，更能在月光与暗夜两大法术流派上登峰造极。

再加上目前取得的一整套【审判传承】，影界女王即将传授的技艺。

对抗六环大师之时。

别说是致敬法穆菈一打三了。

我直接打十个！

“我印象中，月光神选的资格，是由月光圣女席琳取得，她在成为神选之后，也成功登上大祭司的位置……”

叶芝回忆剧情，暗自思忖。

“有点对不起席琳这位老朋友…但月光神选的资格，对我来说的确很重要，我有尝试一番的必要！”

原作中，月光神选的仪式上，一对月光教派的兄妹，成为了席琳的劲敌，并且得到了教派法器【月亮河】的认可。

但席琳的体质特殊，很适合月光女神在物质位面降下神迹，可以简单概括为【容器】。

席琳直接呼唤女神降临，靠着这份特殊联系，夺得了月光神选的资格。

“我之前给月光女神送给月饼，已经在祂面前混了个脸熟。”

叶芝心道：“理论上，还是很有希望，成为月光神选！”

*圣城，教皇国。

高耸的白色尖塔直入云霄，金顶辉煌，大理石铺就的道路上，往来身披白袍的牧师，神情肃穆。

哐啷——

铿锵的铠甲声，破坏了圣洁与祥和，牧师们抬起双目，望着迎面走来的黑甲身影，不约而同低头，露出敬畏神色。

当今大陆，最为强大的骑士之一，黑斯廷斯。

曾在帝都竞技大会中豪夺桂冠，并在战场中立下传奇战绩的‘天主之矛’！昔日的战神神选，现今成为教廷中锐不可当的圣骑士，黑斯廷斯迈步穿过中庭，进入一座金碧辉煌的偏厅。

空气中弥漫着淡淡的麝香，桌上陈列精美的瓷器，微光透过高窗，洒落在一张躺椅上，躺在椅子上的俊美男人，翻阅着《君主论》，余光落在黑斯廷斯的身上，不紧不慢地起身，露出温和的微笑：“我正要找你，黑斯廷斯……”

黑斯廷斯微微皱眉。

他本能地厌恶眼前的男人。

切萨雷·波吉亚，教皇的私生子，不过由于教皇位高权重，切萨雷的出生被教廷认为是“合法的”，并被教廷授予圣职。

不仅拥有红衣主教的圣职，切萨雷甚至在俗世都拥有爵位，贵为瓦伦蒂诺公爵，不过一般人们更愿意称呼他为【毒药公爵】。

Over a ten-year period, Cesare used poison to kill a large number of his father's political enemies and helped his father ascend the throne of the Pope... Unlike conspirators who valued their reputations, Cesare was eager to let the world know his iron-fisted and cruel side, so as to consolidate his and his father's power through terror and deterrence.

"I came to ask about Famula and Plymouth."

Hastings said indifferently:

"I heard that Famula was seriously injured and appeared in the temple dedicated to Uriel, and Uriel's statue suddenly collapsed, which means that he is likely to have fallen like the other apostles."

The title of the 'Big Three' is circulated among the people. Cesare, Famula, and Hastings are regarded as the three most prestigious and powerful extraordinary people in the Papal States.

Among them, Cesare was in charge of the College of Cardinals, Famula led the Inquisition, and Hastings was in charge of the Crusades. The three of them performed their duties and checked each other.

At this moment, Famula was in a coma and the dignity of the Holy See was greatly challenged. Hastings immediately dropped his military duties and rushed to find out what was going on.

"First, Apostle Uriel has indeed fallen."

Cesare stood in the light from the high windows, his voice was like a spring breeze, and he said regretfully: "Second... Famula is not only seriously injured, she has lost her left arm, and her strength will be greatly reduced."

Hastings frowned: "With her strength, who can force her to this extent?"

"According to the reports sent back from the front, it was the arrival of the Dark Night God's Chosen that caused the Shadow Plane to open, and the Queen of the Night Eyes of the Night to appear, which in turn triggered a chain reaction."

Cesare rubbed his brows and sighed softly:

"Even Apostle Uriel died in the process of hunting down Queen Xiaose Yeyue... It was a heavy blow to us."

There was a flash of surprise in Hastings' eyes.

"The Chosen One of Dark Night? Who is it?"

"Unfortunately, we haven't found any valuable clues so far. It's as if the chosen one has disappeared from the face of the earth." Cesare said, "In just two days, the members of the Dark Night Cult have all gone dormant in the shadows. They are the best at hiding, and it's difficult to find their whereabouts."

Hastings said solemnly: "Could it be... the Shadow Realm?"

"Yes, I also suspect that the Chosen One of Darkness has entered the Shadow Realm." Cesare said grimly, "It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. I will send people to monitor any suspicious movements related to the space plane... It's best to keep him in this prison of the Shadow Realm forever."

Hastings nodded slightly and said, "Then, as for Famula..."

"The [Healing Angel] Raphael has responded to the priest's prayers and is performing a miracle to heal Famula."

Cesare frowned and said, "But based on the current situation, Famula's memory has been forcibly sealed... It is almost impossible to get any clues from her."

"The Flame of Judgment has always been known for breaking seals, so how could her memory be sealed?" Hastings objected.

"Who knows?" Cesare smiled softly, picked up the apple on the table, peeled the fruit with a knife, and said, "Maybe Uriel did it himself? He wanted Famula to enjoy her old age?"

"Enjoy your old age? You and I both know what our ending will be."

Hastings's burly figure stood in the sun, his black scale armor shining coldly, and he said in a deep voice:

"One day, they will chop off your head in the Imperial Square, and then mine and Famula's head... Even the Son of God cannot escape such a fate, let alone us."

"You are right. You have committed too many sins. Sooner or later you will be destroyed."

Cesare raised his lips in a cold arc, as if mocking the god of death. He took a bite of the apple and said slowly: "But... since we will die sooner or later, why not live to the fullest?"

Suddenly.

Cesare threw the dagger in his hand, and it fell into Hastings's hand.

At some point, a piece of brown paper was already stuck on the tip of the dagger.

"Cesare, are you a naughty boy?"

Hastings was used to it. He took off the brown paper and asked calmly, "What is this?"

Cesare ate an apple, sat cross-legged on the recliner, and said slowly:

"Invitation to the [Roland Knights' Conference], a martial arts tournament jointly organized by the Church and the Roland royal family. The prize for the champion is one of the swords that Emperor Lorraine used to wear."

"Golden sword?"

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Hastings' eyes.

"Why hold a meeting at this time?!"

"As the times change, the Holy See also needs a platform to demonstrate its military power to the outside world."

Cesare said: "This conference will invite the continent's most prestigious six-ringed knights to participate in the battle."

"On the other hand..." Cesare threw away the fruit core, clapped his hands, and said calmly, "Among those who have achieved the Six Rings, there are many followers of the Demon God. We must reclaim the Demon God's ritual vessels at this conference to prevent the power of Hell from growing further."

"Demon God's Ritual?" Hastings frowned and asked, "You mean the Blood King's Spear, Dawnbreaker, Mammon Ring, these symbols of the Hell Demon God?"

Cesare snapped his fingers and smiled:

"That's right! Hastings, I know you are an avid duelist. This tournament allows you to show your strongest strength, is that ok?"

Hastings's shoulders were shaking.

"Are you scared?" Cesare raised an eyebrow.

Click! Hastings pulled up his iron mask, and a dull sound came from under the helmet.

"I'm...excited!"

*Film industry.

Castle of Shadows.

When the stars dim, it means a new day has arrived in the film industry.

At dawn, Yeats lay on a soft purple velvet mattress, bleary-eyed.

Squeak——

The door opened.

The purple-haired beauty stood at the door like a ghost.

"Teacher?" Ye Zhi asked in confusion.

"How do you sleep at your age?"

Skach threw back Yezhi's blanket and said coldly, "Get up and practice shooting!"

(End of this chapter)