Son of Light 21
In the 501st year of the Guangming Calendar, Luli Sadria, the Son of Light who had served as a cardinal and then disappeared, returned to the Holy See. No one knew where His Highness had spent the past four years. All they knew was that his face, carved like ice and snow, had melted a lot without anyone noticing, and he even smiled from time to time, which made people's hearts beat fast.
In the same year, the abyss swept in again, and the continent, which had gotten a moment of respite, once again entered a precarious moment. Pope Lucius appointed the Son of Saint Luli as the commander-in-chief and organized hundreds of thousands of clergy to rush to the lower planes to resist the erosion of the abyss.
The situation was temporarily eased by the resistance of the priests of light and priests from other churches, but only temporarily. No one knew when the situation would suddenly collapse.
People only saw the silver-white figure standing in front of them like a banner, never stopping. It was their only motivation to persevere. At some point, their respect for him even surpassed the status of the God of Light in their hearts.
Whenever they couldn't hold on any longer, he would use a great light spell to accurately fall on them to wash away their fatigue and pain. When they looked up, they could always see his unchanging tall and straight back and his still sharp attack magic.
Wherever the Scepter of Light was swung, large groups of demons screamed and turned into ashes and dissipated on the spot. No one knew when he would rest. Every time they looked up, they could see him waving the scepter tirelessly. However, the once pure white magic robe had become tattered, and the magic runes engraved on it had long lost their luster.
If you take a step forward, you can still hear His Royal Highness the Son of God's uncontrollable gasping and coughing. Blood drips from the corners of his mouth and is wiped away again. His blue eyes are bloodshot, and fine blue veins appear on his pale face, which is a sign of the exhaustion of his magic power.
But he couldn't fall down, he couldn't fall down. Even if he died, he had to die on the battlefield, so as to live up to his oath to fight for the God of Light.
The only person he felt sorry for was the only regret in his heart.
A fleeting image flashed through his empty mind, then vanished in an instant.
In the late year of the Guangming calendar in 502, Luli stood in the temporary tent and took the letter from the Holy See from Theodore, and did not move for a long time.
Theodore concealed his disrespect and slowly raised his head, only to see a trace of crimson blood mixed with tears sliding down the corner of the Son of God's eye on his noble and flawless face.
Theodore felt a dull pain in his heart, heard himself swallowing, and asked His Highness in a panicked voice what was wrong?
Bang! There was a loud noise outside, and the heavy black rain swept down as if to crush everyone. Under the noise, Theodore clearly heard the cold and hoarse voice of His Royal Highness the Son of God.
It was light and slow, yet revealed a hint of suppressed madness.
"Your Holiness has fallen..."
His heart was pounding wildly, and Theodore couldn't help but touch his chest covered with armor. He raised his head and looked at His Royal Highness the Son of God who was handing over matters to Lord Lindy, who had come from the upper realm to replace Luli.
Luli was still indifferent and stable, without any trace of the crazy look he showed after reading the letter that night, which made him a little uneasy. After Luli finished the handover, Theodore walked forward, lowered his head, opened his mouth but didn't know what he wanted to say.
Luli passed by him and gave him a final order.
"Theodore, if we lose, don't worry about the others. Just take the life-saving props I gave you and run. I know you like Sister Nabe, so if we lose, you will have completed your final mission. From then on, you will be free and don't have to abide by the rules of the Holy See, because by then, the Holy See will no longer exist."
The teleportation array lit up with a dazzling light. His Highness the Holy Son still had a sharp and indifferent expression on his face. Theodore knelt on one knee, his head resting on the ground, and said:
"I will obey your will, Your Highness."
He still didn't dare to utter the worry and panic in his heart.
At his current level, the Paladin already has an intuition similar to telepathy.
His intuition was giving him a crazy warning, telling him that it would be dangerous if he could not let the Son of God go back.
But the system of the Church constrained him, forcing him to obey the orders of the Church and the Son of God.
Despairingly watching the familiar figure disappear into the teleportation array, tears rolled down his eyes. Theodore bit his lip with tears on his face and could only pray silently in his heart.
Pray that His Royal Highness the Holy Son is safe and sound.
Later on, Theodore always regretted why he did not say a word of comfort to the friend he had protected for so long at that moment, so that he would recall the last time he saw the Son of God for the rest of his life.
In the year 505 of the Guangli calendar, someone leaked the news that Pope Lucius Keen had fallen.
The continent was in an uproar, and the shocking news spread across the continent like a virus. Anyone who was interested would find out with a little investigation that the Pope, who used to appear before believers and baptize them, had disappeared since some time ago.
The time when the Pope disappeared coincided exactly with the time reported by the rumor spreaders.
Panicked believers surrounded the Central Church, demanding that the Pope come out to meet them.
This is understandable. In ancient hymns, the Pope is the most loyal believer of God. He has stigmata engraved by God himself on his body, so it is impossible for him to betray.
And the fact that Lucius hasn't shown up yet, doesn't it just prove that the rumors are true? If so, then what they believe in every day is God or a filthy monster?
Could it be that the gods have also fallen?
The panicked people spontaneously marched like a tide, shouting loudly and demanding that the Holy See hand over Lucius, the fallen demon, otherwise they would burn down the Holy See.
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"Are you crazy? Luli Sadlia, do you know what you are doing?" Mortis gritted his teeth. His well-maintained face did not show any gentleness or steadiness. Instead, he questioned Luli with a ferocious look.
"I am a loyal believer in the God of Light. The Holy See's doctrine is to execute all fallen demons, burning them at the stake in front of the faithful as a warning to others."
Luli sat in the former Pope's seat and repeated the story expressionlessly.
"That was the gentleman who treated you like a family member. How could you have the heart to ask him to die! You devil! You lunatic!" Mortis rubbed his bloodshot eyes, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
"The rumor has spread. Although we don't know who started it, it's impossible to push Lucius out now. Not to mention that soaking him in holy water for so long hasn't washed away the filth on him, even if we push him out, our Holy Court will be finished! Do you understand what I mean?"
Luli looked at Mortis with wide eyes and spoke coldly.
"The Holy See was already beyond salvation the day I returned from the netherworld. You, I, and even Master Lucius are all well aware of this, aren't we?"
"No, no, no, shut up, you pig, shut up!" Mortis shouted in despair.
"The God of Light has fallen."
Luli whispered softly amid the other party's desperate struggle and hysterical despair.
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