Chapter 343 343. "Heresy" in the Kingdom of God
Through the connection of ivy, Cloya quickly found Miffin who was in a tough battle. This recipient of death and earth seemed to be the most unlucky even with the eternal magic and the protection of irises.
When Kroya found him, he was being suppressed and beaten by a woman in a white robe. The terrifying holy magic power was like a storm, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Um?"
"This is... a barrier." As she approached, Cloya clearly felt that the female holy spirit was consciously isolating the fight between her and Miffin.
Therefore, even though Kloya had seen the holy light like a storm, he could not feel any fluctuations of magical power.
It is indeed incredible that a Holy Spirit would conceal his fight with outsiders in his own Lord's Kingdom.
Does she have any ideas?
It was because of this curiosity that Cloya did not use powerful magic right away, but sneaked in and quietly added a bunch of blessings to Miffyn.
"Blessing of courage!"
"Blessing of the Dawn!"
"The Sun Fountain!"
In an instant, Miffyne's body lit up with a variety of lights like a light show. Thanks to these blessings, he reversed his downward trend and directly suppressed the female Holy Spirit.
After traveling around outside for a while, he had obviously gained a lot of combat experience, and had become more adept at controlling the power of death and life.
The sickle in his hand was swung very fiercely, as if it was about to tear the space apart. The breath of death and life intertwined behind him, and a huge figure in a black robe seemed to appear vaguely.
However, the figure seemed to be holding not a sickle, but... a bident. The bident shining with black light in his hand exuded a terrifying power that made people tremble.
As soon as He appeared, the surrounding space barrier began to become unstable.
It was as if a deep gaze was being cast here, carrying with it the black mist and tranquility of the eternal sleep of the underworld.
The owner of that gaze is definitely far superior to the Father of Light.
"!!!" Ivy said in surprise, "This is Persephone's power. Why did she suddenly look here? Your friend seems to be very unusual."
Croa was also surprised: "Are you going to turn Miphiin into a God-favored One?"
"I remember Persephone was the wife of Hades, the god of the underworld?"
Ivy replied: "Yes, He has some connection with the Orpheus family. I guess He might have sensed something."
For some reason, its voice seemed awkward and cautious, not daring to say more about the Orpheus family.
Croa knew exactly what it was embarrassed about: "It seems that Orpheus, the ancestor of the Orpheus family, was killed by the men of Dionysus, the god of wine, right?
Before his death, he went to the underworld for his wife, but seemed to have failed in the end, so he felt sad and was finally killed.
But I am curious, if Orpheus is dead, how could he have left an heir?"
As his level increased by one level and reached the ninth-level magician, his resistance to the world's curtain became much stronger, and he could already clearly remember some things from the past.
All it took was an opportunity, and those memories would flood his mind like a gushing spring - now was such an opportunity.
"...Even Helios can use the Solar Furnace to resurrect his son, so how could Apollo not be able to do the same?" Ivy sighed softly: "In the world of gods, the boundary between life and death is not so unbreakable. Even Orpheus can impress the god of the underworld with his harp and bring back his wife Eurydice."
"Wait! You said Eurydice?" Cloya was surprised.
It was not until this time that he suddenly realized that Ilister's apprentice, the wizard who designed the god, was a female name - it was like the fog suddenly dissipated, and the things behind it surprised him.
Ivy replied, "The one who came back from the dead."
"It could also be called 'Eurydice'."
Its words gave Cloya goose bumps, a feeling like an instinctive shiver. Cloya did not feel scared, but still felt uncomfortable about the incident.
So the name "Eurydice"...
He shook the ivy on his wrist and watched its leaves gently collide. "I guess I won't know these things until I enter the astral realm, right? I'm really looking forward to it."
At this moment, the figure lingering around Miffin suddenly looked at him. Hidden under the black fog was a pair of clear, calm yet majestic eyes.
"I'll wait for you."
"And wait for him to become my messenger."
Persephone disappeared.
But before He left, He nailed the Holy Spirit directly to the ground. The powerful Holy Spirit had no ability to resist the bident thrown by the true god.
If He had not noticed that Cloya and the others were trying to infiltrate, He would have favored Miffyn long ago. He would not have cared about a mere god from another plane of existence.
Cloya then walked over and looked at Miphiin curiously: "How do you feel?"
Mifeiyin bent over and took a few deep breaths. "I feel good. Just now... it must be a real god, right? He wants me to be his messenger."
"Yes, that god..." Kroya thought about it but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the female holy spirit on the ground - the latter was staring at him intently at this moment, and didn't seem to care at all that she was still nailed to the ground like a fish.
Her appearance seemed familiar to Cloya...it seemed as if he had seen her portrait somewhere.
"You are outsiders, right?" The Holy Spirit was very sure: "You can enter the Kingdom of Light, you must be powerful outsiders."
From what she said, it seems that she is not very satisfied with Guangming.
There is no Holy Spirit that directly calls his Lord "Light". Generally speaking, he is called "Great Father", "Lord of Light" and so on.
The enemy of my enemy may not be my friend, but they can definitely communicate with each other, so Kloya smiled brilliantly, and a permanent charm suddenly emanated from him.
Coupled with his divine Apollo costume, he is even brighter than the sun in the sky.
“…”
The female Holy Spirit was slightly stunned and her face turned a little red.
She relied on her strong willpower to reluctantly turn her gaze away from Kloya's attractive face and introduced herself: "I am Yani, the Saint of Light from three hundred years ago."
"Now...has the light changed?"
"I can feel that there are too many impurities in His holy light. I can no longer understand what the holy spirits who came here are talking about. It seems that they have abandoned the teachings of light, but have received more and more favors."
Saint Yani looked at the sky, her eyes full of sadness.
Oh? Cloya and Miphiin looked at each other, and the latter came to Yani and told the saint everything that had happened during this period, without any bias, just stating the facts.
However, even if one only describes what the Holy See of Light did during this period from an objective perspective, it is still terrifying - they sacrificed believers, exploited civilians, sold indulgences on a large scale, and destroyed city after city with holy fire in the name of light.
The more they lost the war, the crazier they became.
When Yani heard these things, she clenched her hands tightly, with anger on her face: "They are really squeezing the power of light... No wonder my Lord would open up such a world for us.
He should have realized that he was being carried away by his faith."
As if she had made up her mind, she pointed to the bident on her body awkwardly and said, "Can you pull it off? I'll take you to a place where all of us holy spirits stay."
Kloa and Miphiin looked at each other and saw curiosity in each other's eyes, so Miphiin simply pulled out the bident and held it in his hand.
Then Yani led the two of them towards a small village, and when they reached a well, she jumped down. The two of them boldly followed her, relying on the fact that they had a fallback plan.
After a brief feeling of weightlessness, they fell from the sky - this seemed to be an abnormal little world. They entered from the wellhead, but fell from the sky.
After falling to the ground and adjusting to the situation, Cloya looked around and saw simple thatched houses and fences made of branches with some normal vegetables planted inside.
There is none of the "glittering" atmosphere of the Kingdom of Light here. It is as quiet as a small village hidden in the mountains, ordinary but comfortable.
"Yani."
"These two people are..."
An old man in a white robe and a waist-length beard suddenly appeared. His cloudy eyes were filled with wisdom that had come from years of experience.
Although his appearance was ordinary, Cloya and Miffin quickly recognized him - this was the Pope elected by the Seven Gods four hundred years ago!
Yani quickly introduced: "Mr. Pope, these people came from outside the Kingdom of God... They told me something."
As she said this, her face turned serious: "I think we need to have a meeting. This concerns our Lord, our Father, our...future."
The old man, the Pope, twitched a muscle on his face: "I know what you want to say."
"I also know what all of our answers are. There is no need for a meeting. I will inform them."
The old man showed a decisiveness, and at that moment, it seemed that one could see the decisiveness of the Pope when the Holy See was at its most powerful hundreds of years ago.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Cloya and Miphiin and said, “My two guests, you should know that I am Saint Nisoria, the Pope from four hundred years ago.
Now I sincerely invite you to help us break down the gate of the Temple of Light.
We are going to see our Lord, and hopefully He will be awake."
Well, actually, both Cloya and Miffin had anticipated this situation - this saint and this pope were both very gentle but wise in the history of the Holy See.
When Saint Yani was alive, she signed a trade agreement with the elves. She also planned, designed and built the most important grain-producing area of the Holy See of Light and the canal that runs through the entire Holy Kingdom.
During that hundred years or so, the Holy See did not send out any knightly orders related to the Inquisition, but the number of believers doubled.
Pope Saint Nisolius was even more exaggerated. When he was alive, he used extremely strong political means to balance the conflicts between the Seven Gods Churches. He also helped to establish many countries and even extended his influence to the astral realm and other planes.
In other words, he established the fact that the Holy See of Light is the most powerful religious force in the human kingdom.
If they were sitting in the top positions of the Holy See now, the situation would never be so corrupt. Even Miphien, who was once the bishop of Mother Earth, found the madness of the Holy See of Light exaggerated.
Kloya thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, I think even if you can see the light, you may not get the desired result."
He, who knew the gods well, shook his head and said, "Based on your situation, it is clear that the light has been taken over by faith, and His consciousness is no longer Him."
——He said this because he admired these famous people in history. What they did was worthy of praise no matter what. Even if they were currently hostile forces, he would not slander them, nor did he need to elevate himself by belittling them.
The old man was quite surprised to hear what Cloya said: "Mr. Mage, are you worried about us?"
You know, they are still hostile at this moment!
Does this wizard have such a broad mind?
“That’s right.” Kloya pointed to the small village isolated from the Kingdom of Light and said, “The reason He did this is that He probably anticipated that He would be swept away by faith.
If you go to see Him, you will not get the desired result, and there is a high probability that you will die directly.
But... I have a solution."
The wizard smiled delicately: "If we kill all those petitioners who affect his thinking, will that be enough?"
——This was his second thought. Since he was already here, he might as well do something big.
Originally, he was a little worried about whether his demon army and insect swarms could really affect this country. If there was someone to lead the way, he wouldn't have to worry so much.
Eurydice's idea was good and he was willing to help, but if he could solve the problem on his own, he would rather do it himself.
Neither the Saint nor the Pope expected Cloya to say this.
But they are not the kind of people who are timid. The current situation is that it is difficult for the Kingdom of Light to solve the problem relying on them alone, and they urgently need help from external forces.
Coincidentally, there is a powerful external force right now.
Then, things are simple.
It was at this time that several people suddenly fell from the sky in the distance. Among them was a Holy Spirit wearing bright and dazzling armor... and a person wearing a Greek god suit.
——Estner, Achilles, and Oak, they were all brought here by the Holy Spirits.
Obviously, this is no accident.
The control over the Kingdom of Light by the petitioners is not as strong as that of these holy spirits hiding in the well.
(End of this chapter)
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