Son of Light 12
Luli remembered it clearly. His all-out attack gave everyone a signal to counterattack, but he himself was instantly exhausted and lay with his head back in the black mud.
The pitch-black mud attached to his body seemed to be able to easily evoke the malice and dissatisfaction in his heart. Luli also knew that the layer of pitch-black mud under him was not an ordinary thing, but the malice scattered from the devil. When the malice gathered to a certain concentration, it would form a devil and cause people to fall.
Luli's dull blue eyes reflected the approaching demons around him, and he closed his eyes tiredly.
Luli could no longer remember what happened afterwards, including how he survived. He only remembered that the leader, Helan, looked at him with a particularly complicated look, and from that day on, the people around him treated him with more respect.
Luli stood up from the pavilion, and his white robe fell to the ground as he moved. The deep sadness on the young man's face gradually faded away, and he returned to his cold and ruthless look, but it seemed that something had changed quietly.
This courtyard still retains the scenery of when Singela was there, but the people are no longer there. Luli slowly left along the path he came from. When he entered the teleportation array, he tilted his head to take a last look, and then left without hesitation.
Once upon a time, this was his way home, his home, and his spiritual sustenance.
Now, it still is, but it is not the only one.
He closed the last bit of nostalgia in his youth and stepped into a brand new future.
It was a winding road full of thorns and dangers. There was no longer Singela to escort him. Instead, there was a group of like-minded partners who lived and died together, shared weal and woe. They were his solid backing and the belief he fought for.
Era of Light
Solar calendar year 491
Pope of Light Lucius Keen, against all odds, suddenly announced that Luli Sadria, a member of the Ninth Division of the Abyss Crusade, would serve as the Son of Light. The Son of Light would be in charge of the Holy Knights, and his status would be second only to the Pope, on the same level as the two cardinals of the Court of Cardinals and the Inquisition. This news caused a sensation across the continent.
Many forces have been trying to find out about Luli's identity and deeds, and have been speculating whether Pope Lucius has chosen this young man as his successor. The reason is simply that this young man is truly exceptionally talented.
The 21-year-old Cardinal in White was too shocking. Although Pope Lucius was also a Cardinal in White when he was 20 years old, Lucius had been taken into the Temple of Light and taught carefully since he was 5 years old. He was a genius who was carefully cultivated with a lot of manpower and material resources.
In comparison, Luli Sadria was accepted into the temple for training at the age of 12, and was sent to the battlefield for training just three years later. He returned six years later and became a white cardinal. He was already at the silver level before going to the battlefield, not to mention that he was also practicing both divine power and magical power.
This is a genius that is rarely seen in a thousand years, everyone thinks so in their hearts.
Luli Sadria was granted the position of Son of God in the Dawn Hall of the Central Temple, and he did not disappoint the temple's expectations of him. In the next four years, he led the Holy Knights to seal most of the passages leading to the abyss, and to a great extent curbed the invasion of the abyss.
In the winter of the 491st year of the solar calendar, Luli led the temple to clear out all the remnants of the abyss on the plane of Santa Lucia and sealed the abyss holes.
In the spring of the 492nd year of the Solar Calendar, the Temple of Light officially established friendly relations with the Temple of Nature, the Temple of War, the Dwarf Kingdom, etc. In the same year, the St. Lucia plane regained its glory a hundred years ago. Various races came out of their homes and communicated with each other, and the entire plane prospered.
In the winter of the 492nd year of the solar calendar, Luli, who had gradually gained trust and established a firm foothold, raised his scepter at a gathering of people from various temples and announced the official start of the rescue of the lower planes and the conquest of the abyss. The churches joined the team one after another, and this grand banquet was also called the Wings of the Holy War.
The Son of God, Luliton, who was standing next to Lucius in the center of the banquet, had an icy aura, like an ice cellar. His pair of deep blue eyes seemed to be inlaid with ice. When he looked at me with an expressionless face, I felt a chill in my heart for no reason. I unconsciously tensed up all over and dared not even breathe.
He was thin, with a thin but tough back that was straight. His silver hair flowed down his flowing white robe, making his handsome face look even paler, like a fragile ice sculpture.
The divine light shone on the young man, indicating that the gods also agreed to his decision. This kind of favoritism came suddenly, but it was natural. After all, who wouldn't want to carefully protect the extremely weak yet extremely powerful person in front of them?
In the autumn of the 495th year of the Solar Calendar, the plane crusade was a great victory, the abyss was defeated, and the Holy Son Luli returned to the main plane and was warmly welcomed by everyone.
"Welcome back, kid." Lucius, dressed in casual clothes, put his hands on both sides of Luli's shoulders and said with a smile.
"Lord Lucius, I am glad to have fulfilled your mission." Luli took a step back, knelt on one knee, and said in a serious tone.
"Get up. If the Oracle of Light doesn't issue the order, I think you'll be fighting outside for the rest of your life and never come back." Lucius sighed and sat back in his seat.
He looked at the young man who stood up in front of him and felt a lot of emotions. Luli standing in front of him had a face full of coldness and determination, and his aura was cold and full of murderous intent. He was no longer the little boy he used to be.
"...May the light be with you." Luli paused and whispered.
His tense body relaxed slightly. Lucius smiled when he saw this, and asked the other servants to step back and called him forward.
"If you don't want to talk, I won't ask any more questions. Just treat today as a meeting with the elders of your family. I asked you to come here just to check on your health."
Luli felt warm in his heart, pursed his lips and nodded.
"It's a good thing you came here today. I have something to tell you. The Duke of Sadria's Palace in the Frey Empire has sent letters several times, but they were all returned. Today, another letter happened to arrive, so I had someone bring it up."
Lucius raised his hand and took a letter with the Sadria family crest from the coffee table beside him.
"Someone down there has checked. Your brother is getting married in the next few days. His engagement is with Princess Sera, the fifth daughter of the Frey Empire. Two letters have arrived: one inviting the temple, and one inviting you personally. It's entirely up to you whether you want to go or not."
Lucius's expression was indifferent. He adjusted his glasses which had slipped down, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.
Luli tore open the letter with the same cold expression, putting aside the complicated and lengthy compliments at the beginning, and only expressed his true meaning in the last few short sentences.
It was simply that before he became the Son of God, he was the eldest son of the noble swordsmanship family, Sadria. His younger brother was going to marry Princess Sera, who was known as the Flower of the Empire. So why wouldn't he come?
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