"The puppeteers are ready." The Holy Son's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable certainty. "The other four divine hearts are in place. The time has come."
Without further hesitation, he stepped out of the shadows.
His wide white priest's robes fluttered gently in the breeze, his movements unhurried, like a devout monk walking toward the altar of his daily prayers.
“Let’s go and get the last piece of the puzzle. His Majesty Omada must have been waiting for a long time.”
Rita chuckled softly, her figure darting to follow, her steps carrying a playful, cat-and-mouse-like quality.
Balg followed closely behind like a silent guardian, his tall figure moving steadily and powerfully with each step on the smooth stone slabs, the heavy armor making a very slight metallic scraping sound under his robes.
And so they did, on a "stage" tacitly approved by Pope Octavian XII.
Following a path in the inner city where almost no one checks, we walked openly towards the heart of the holy city—the Radiant Cathedral.
Along the way, they encountered low-ranking clergy, chanting monks, and even some high-ranking paladins on patrol.
When their gaze swept over the three "priests," a fleeting, bewildered pause would instinctively cross their eyes.
It was as if my brain was briefly blinded by some invisible force, unable to associate these three figures with any danger or anomaly.
They simply looked away instinctively, focusing on the scriptures in their hands or the patrol route.
These three most dangerous guests were allowed to pass unimpeded through corridors and arches symbolizing the authority of holy light, as if they were walking in their own backyard.
The force field of the Holy Light Barrier, which was supposed to purify all heretics, seemed to encounter some kind of "exemption" around them, and obediently retreated.
The light from the dazzling crystal chandeliers on the dome, falling upon them, did not make them appear holy; instead, it made the shadows beneath their white robes appear even deeper.
Soon, the massive archway, forged from mithril and radiant crystal, leading to the core area of the altar where the Heart of Holy Light was located, came into view.
The door was tightly shut, its surface covered with complex and mysterious protective runes, emanating a pure and awe-inspiring pressure that sent chills down one's spine.
The Holy Son stopped in his tracks, his gaze piercing through the doorway, as if he could already see the source of holy light floating above the altar, the spire of the magnificent cathedral slowly pulsating.
Rita examined the restrictions on the door with great interest, her fingertips swirling with almost imperceptible ripples of time.
Barger tensed up slightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
"This Omaha XII... he actually didn't open the last door for us! He's not showing enough sincerity!" the Holy Son murmured.
However, their intellectual development association was not unprepared!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three muffled explosions shattered the church's tranquility at the same moment!
The sound came from the corridor they had just passed through behind them!
Space was as if it had been violently torn open by an invisible giant hand, leaving three pitch-black rifts, and violent turbulent currents carrying the aura of abyssal sulfur and scorched elements gushing out!
Ten figures were engulfed in a surging torrent of strange-colored magic power and were ejected like cannonballs, crashing heavily onto the smooth holy crystal floor!
The leader was none other than the puppeteer!
His wide black alchemical robe was covered with scorch marks, and several tears revealed inhuman limbs that gleamed with a cold metallic light.
Behind him, the other nine legendary sages of the Enlightenment Society were in various forms, each with an unstable and turbulent aura, clearly having experienced intense spatial traversal.
"Ahem... We're not too late, are we, Your Highness? A spatial sealing array has been set up around the Holy City, which caused some delay."
The puppeteer wiped away a trickle of grayish-white liquid from the corner of his mouth, finally fixing his gaze on the open altar door.
"You've brought the 'keys'? We're just waiting for you to add the last bit of fuel." The Holy Son nodded, his gaze falling behind the puppeteer.
The ten sages simultaneously raised their hands, and four orbs of light, each bound by powerful magic and emitting distinct yet equally vast divine fluctuations, floated into the air.
The emerald green "Heart of the Elf", the flowing golden luster of the "Holy Dragon Heart", the dark red pulsating "Heart of the Blood Vine", and the "Heart of the Stars" surrounded by star fragments!
The puppeteer's withered fingers flicked rapidly in the air, and countless nearly transparent divine threads shot out from his fingertips, piercing into the four orbs of divine light!
The sphere of light trembled violently, and the immense divine essence within it was stimulated, transforming into four thick torrents of light!
"Form!" the puppeteer shouted in a low voice.
The beam of light struck the four clumps of gray flesh thrown out by the puppeteer!
Four “giants”, each nearly three meters tall, were forcibly formed from the combination of four divine origins and gray-white flesh and blood, instantly taking shape!
They have no facial features, and their body outlines constantly twist and change within the four-colored halo, emitting extremely unstable and destructive energy fluctuations!
"Go!" The puppeteer pointed sharply at the altar gate!
The four divine puppets were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, turning into four streaks of light that tore through the air, carrying a blinding light that foreshadowed a catastrophic explosion, and crashed heavily into the wide-open entrance to the altar!
Just as they were about to rush through the gate—
"presumptuous!!!"
A roar filled with boundless majesty and deep-seated rage, like divine thunder from the heavens, resounded from the top of the highest spire of the Radiant Cathedral!
The entire magnificent church complex trembled slightly under the sound!
At the top of the tower, pure, blinding holy light flowed and converged like liquid, condensing into a tall and imposing figure.
He was wearing a plain linen monk's robe that had been washed until it was faded and had no decorations.
Barefoot, with silver hair flowing like a lion's mane.
His face was aged yet resolute, as if carved by a knife and axe. Two bright white, pure flames burned in his deep-set eyes, as if they could burn away all the filth in the world!
It was none other than Saint Sirius, the abbot of the Holy City Monastery!
The master of the thirteen Holy Knights Commanders, and also one of only two clergymen in the Church of Holy Light!
Epic-level Priest, Saint Sirius!
He slammed down like a hammer of judgment!
Thump!!
The moment he stepped barefoot onto the dome of the altar hall, a shockwave of pure white holy light, visible to the naked eye, spread out in a ring from him!
The four divine puppets that were about to crash into the gate were the first to be hit!
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Like a red-hot iron pressed onto ice and snow!
The four puppets, forcibly fused together by the four divine essences and containing terrifying energy, were instantly vaporized before they could even struggle under the impact of the pure holy flames!
The divine magic that constitutes their bodies is like snowflakes thrown into a furnace, completely purified before it can even explode!
Only four wisps of smoke remained!
This is an epic, divine holy light impact!
Nothing can stand in the face of the Holy Light's judgment!
Even the divine creations of the four divine hearts are no match for them!
Unless the person controlling these four divine hearts is replaced by the three epic giants of the Enlightenment Society!
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