The viscous abyssal magic surging on the book not only frantically drove away the holy light raging within the Holy Son of the Abyssal Church, but also...
It spread rapidly as if it had a life of its own, instantly enveloping the remnant of Rita's body in front of him, who was on the verge of complete dissipation, with only a trace of her divine essence remaining!
This book is the Abyss Scripture, which is in the possession of the Holy Son of the Abyss Church!
"Reshape!" the Holy Son commanded in a hoarse voice.
The viscous abyssal magic, like a living thing, greedily devoured the scattered fragments of Rita's time particles in the surrounding space, forcibly blending them together!
Rita's almost transparent remains, enveloped in abyssal magic, twitched in agony, like a flesh and blood clay figure being kneaded and recast by an invisible hand.
The charred and carbonized parts were peeled off, and new flesh with dark abyssal patterns grew at a visible speed.
Although her aura plummeted to rock bottom, the terrifying Time Witch was not completely annihilated and was being forcibly dragged back from the brink of death by the power of the abyss!
After delivering this earth-shattering blow, the light on Saint Sirius's burning body visibly dimmed.
The holy flame runes on his skin flickered and faded, like a candle burning in the wind.
His tall body was slightly hunched, and the ground beneath his bare feet was no longer cracked like spider webs, but had melted into a small pool of scorching lava.
But he still stood tall, his burning gaze sweeping over Rita, who was being reshaped by the magic of the abyss, her aura faint but undeniably present.
And the Abyss Saint, clutching his chest, pale-faced, desperately trying to expel the holy light from his body and reshape himself.
Finally, the bullet landed on Balger, who was standing frozen in place.
The look in his eyes no longer held persuasion, but only entrustment, and a hint of regret for not being able to achieve the goal completely.
Rumble—!
In that moment of deathly silence, a sudden change occurred at the core of the altar!
Without the suppression of the Holy Light of Saint Sirius and the stability of the protective barrier, the power of the fusion of the four divine hearts is no longer hindered!
Four divine torrents—emerald green, molten gold, dark red, and stardust—completely engulfed the last layer of dim holy light barrier!
The barrier groaned under its own weight, and countless ancient runes twisted and flowed like molten candles!
The radiant Heart of Holy Light was exposed to the tearing of four violent divine forces, trembling violently. At its core, a thin but unhealable crack silently spread!
The last piece of the puzzle is about to be put in place!
...
Inside the altar hall, the deathly silence was replaced by a thick, humming energy.
The Holy Son of the Abyss suppressed the excruciating pain from the holy light eroding his chest, and an unprecedentedly blazing light erupted from his deep pupils.
The Abyss Codex he was holding turned its pages automatically, and thick, ink-like abyssal magic surged out, transforming into a gigantic, sky-covering demonic claw that fiercely grabbed at the Heart of Holy Light, whose light flickered uncertainly!
"Heart of Holy Light! Return to your rightful place!"
However, just as the claws of the abyss were about to touch the heart of the Holy Light—
Buzz—!
The entire holy city of Yelamia seemed like a giant beast awakened from its slumber, letting out a deep roar!
The protective runes inscribed on the city walls, streets, and every holy building suddenly lit up!
In particular, the Radiant Cathedral itself, with its remaining holy light, formed a tough resistance field, like a final burst of light before death, firmly resisting the downward advance of the abyss's claws.
It resisted the erosion and fusion of the four divine hearts even more stubbornly!
With the support of this home-field advantage, the light of the Heart of Holy Light seems to be stabilizing again!
"Damn it! The Holy City's protective array is also repelling the fusion of the Divine Heart!" The puppeteer's hoarse voice was filled with shock and anger.
The other wise men of the Enlightenment Society also changed their expressions, and tried their best to activate the four divine hearts, but the fusion process was clearly hindered. With their strength alone, they could not shake the holy light array of this holy city that had stood for thousands of years.
In that stalemate—
Inside the papal palace at the very center of the holy city.
Seated in the shadows, Omaha XII tapped rhythmically with his aged fingers on the armrests inlaid with enormous sacred crystals.
His cold eyes pierced through the space, as if he had witnessed the stalemate within the altar firsthand.
"The stubborn magic array... was it awakened by that old thing's last remaining will?" The Pope's lips curled into a cold smile, with an indifferent air of complete control. "Very well, the show has begun, and this useless holy city should be completely abandoned."
He lightly touched the largest sacred crystal in the center of the armrest with his fingertip.
The silent command, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly spread throughout the unimaginably vast central arrays deep beneath the Holy City.
The next moment—
The protective array light that enveloped the entire holy city, especially the inner city area, flickered violently a few times like a candle flame that had been suddenly extinguished, before dimming and going out at an alarming speed!
The home field that stubbornly resisted the claws of the abyss and the four divine hearts vanished without a trace, like the receding tide!
"It's done!" The Abyss Saint's spirits lifted!
With the Holy City's magic array no longer resisting, the Heart of Holy Light's last stand crumbled instantly!
The enormous abyssal claw, now unimpeded, firmly grasped the Heart of Holy Light, whose cracks were spreading!
The viscous abyssal magic, like a highly corrosive liquid, frantically eroded the surface of the Heart of Holy Light, forcibly suppressing its inherent resistance and tearing it off from the altar's base!
Buzz—!
The moment the Heart of Holy Light left its place, the entire Radiant Cathedral trembled with a mournful cry, and the pillar of holy light piercing the sky at the spire was completely extinguished!
The runes on countless holy buildings in the inner city instantly dimmed, as if their souls had been ripped away.
At the same time, the immense magical power that had been gathering strength beneath the Pope's bedroom was fully activated!
A colossal teleportation array covering the entire inner city area suddenly lit up underground, its complex and profound patterns instantly piercing through the ground, enveloping the pure white inner city buildings in dazzling spatial light!
"Spatial anchoring, misty forest, foundation of the divine kingdom!" The Pope's icy voice was like a final judgment.
A burst of light! Space violently distorted and folded!
As the intense light faded, the inner city area at the heart of the holy city, symbolizing the supreme power and core of the Holy Light Church, came into view.
The magnificent cathedral, the Cardinal's Basilica, the papal residence, and all the core buildings have vanished without a trace!
All that remained was a huge, well-preserved, bottomless circular crater, its walls smooth as a mirror, emitting wisps of smoke from the scorching spatial turbulence!
Outside the pit were countless ordinary believers and low-ranking clergy, bewildered and just awakened from the anomaly of the magic array extinguishing!
"What about the...inner city?"
"The Radiant Cathedral... is gone?!"
"Oh my god! What happened? Has God abandoned us?!"
"Your Holiness the Pope! Your Excellencies, Bishops!"
Panic swept through the outer city like a plague in an instant!
The believers knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, looking around in bewilderment.
The low-ranking priests and paladins were pale, their hands gripping their weapons trembling uncontrollably, completely unaware of where the enemy was or who they should be attacking.
The entire outer city of the holy city was plunged into apocalyptic chaos and despair.
They were once the most devout lambs of the Holy Light, but now they are like shepherds cruelly abandoned in a wilderness surrounded by wolves.
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