On June 9th of the 800th year of the Zhuyuan calendar, a total solar eclipse was observed in Moonflower City.
The moonlight obscures the sun, making it seem like dusk even in daylight.
Soldiers roared and battle smoke rose everywhere.
This most fertile land on the continent of Zhuyuan was trampled by the iron hooves of the northern kingdom. The ancient defensive array in the isolated city was fully activated, but it was powerless to resist the onslaught of the Rose family's mage corps.
When it comes to the destructive power of magic, no family is more professional than the Rose family. Under the chief's well-trained command, magic displays an art of orderly destruction.
The remaining elements that have not yet been annihilated possess an indescribable poignant beauty. Far from triggering an elemental torrent, they work even more effectively within a wondrous rhythm of resonance.
The scattered lights are both the deathly still aurora and the torches of a funeral procession.
But in the pitch-black world of eternal night, the cracked energy shield and the remaining elemental energy were insignificant. Only the tender shoots of the Tower of All Laws and the bright pearl on the Church of St. Lucy complemented each other, barely illuminating a small corner.
The damp, slippery edge of the city wall—
Soldiers clad in black armor dismounted and began climbing the erected wooden ladders towards the top of the wall. Meanwhile, the guards on the city wall, wielding shields, either used their shields to knock the enemy down or used their spears to deflect the ladders.
But regardless of which side they were on, their eyes were numb and dry.
Perhaps it was because they all understood that, perhaps when the next grand magical incantation ended, it would be their turn to turn to ashes.
In the dimly lit and heavily guarded palace—
The licentious and tyrannical king calmly drank red wine from the West amidst the increasingly rapid tempo of the music.
Here, everything—carpets, thrones, and decorative shields and banners—is a fiery red.
Rousseau literally means the color bright red.
Is the color of the city walls the same as the color of his cup? Theodore Russo pondered drunkenly, while paying homage to the portrait of the late king.
In the solemn and dignified church—
The lords and wealthy merchants who were unfortunately stranded here were celebrating Mass under the guidance of the cardinal.
Without uttering a sound, their faces grim, they lined up and walked past the blazing altar, offering their heavy faith to the statue of Diris.
"Light will eventually shine through the darkness and darkness..."
"Follow your guidance, O God, and the Messiah of God..."
The hymns were sung in unison, their voices ringing out.
The wealthy businessman Samuel was one of them.
His ancestors were magicians who served as attendants to high-ranking nobles, but unfortunately, he himself did not have that talent and could only rely on their legacy to run a reasonably decent brocade carpet business in the city.
However, he never believed in the Lord of Light, Dilis.
The reason he is standing here with his wife and daughter is because he has heard about Prince Alejan's piety.
The other party seems to have a good personal relationship with the bishop of the Kingdom of Blackso, so they probably won't be interested in attacking St. Lucy's Church.
After all, the world is getting more and more chaotic. Who can say what will happen if the city falls?
Samuel firmly believed that people who shared the same idea were not uncommon, because this was the reality of the Dimensional Continent.
Only the poorest and most ignorant would believe in such distant legends.
It is precisely because they have nothing that they daydream about miracles.
Those in positions of power, as if following a trend, choose to convert to the glorious Lord, which is, frankly speaking, just a silent endorsement of worldly rules.
It is precisely these indescribable rules that constitute the tacitly existing order in the world.
This order not only made the law of the jungle seem legitimate, but also ensured that he and his descendants had no worries about food and clothing, and did not have to dig potatoes in some field outside the city.
Just like the city's supreme monarch, even if he suffers a defeat, his life is not in danger at all.
He could continue to live a life of debauchery and extravagance in his luxurious palace by simply paying a ransom that satisfied the other party.
Truth and lies are exactly the same thing; he had read more parchment scrolls than others and saw things more clearly. But it was precisely this clarity that brought him a stinging pain.
Thinking of this, a mocking smile appeared on Samuel's face.
He looked up amidst the harmonious chorus and looked disrespectfully at the high statue of Dilis, only to suddenly see the statue's eyes light up.
"Ah!" he exclaimed in utter surprise.
The originally peaceful and quiet chorus instantly descended into chaos due to the intrusion of background noise.
But no one bothered to figure out who had caused the sabotage. At that moment, everyone saw with their own eyes that Dilis's eyes lit up.
The lost sheep could only look at their shepherd with fear and helplessness, but in reality, Nicholas was far more astonished than they were.
The statue's eyes wouldn't glow for no reason; the precious grey tourmaline was simply reflecting the light from the teleportation array behind it.
Inside the long-abandoned teleportation array stood his Pope—
Joshua, who had been missing for forty years, was someone only an elder of the Vatican like himself knew just how ruthless the other party truly was.
The other person was dressed in finery, wearing a crown made of thorns on his head, and holding a golden spherical cross-shaped vase in his palm, looking at him with utmost "kindness".
Nicholas was so shocked that he completely ignored the enemies and colleagues who had been teleported with him.
If the light is bright enough, who would care about the insignificant darkness beside it?
"Oh, Lord of Light, bless me..." Nicholas murmured, and involuntarily knelt down at the foot of the altar, obediently making the sign of the cross.
If one ignored the suspicious black mark on his neck, one would probably believe in the bishop's faith without question.
The singing, which was already off-key, finally came to a complete stop.
The bewildered "believers" turned around, the empty hall filled only with the rustling of sleeves. They could only stare in confusion at the suddenly appearing blond man, even though they had absolutely no idea who he was—
It's unclear who was the first to kneel down, but soon the auditorium was filled with a dense mass of people kneeling.
In the brief silence, Joshua's lips moved slightly, and probably only Nicholas, who felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, heard what he said.
Then, His Holiness the Pope suddenly raised his hands, holding the ritual implements high above his head, and said, "Sing, my children. When you feel afraid, when you feel helpless, sing aloud!"
Having said that, he began, “You are my refuge, surrounding me with songs of salvation…”
Her singing voice was melodious and captivating.
Just like the free-singing of a nightingale, it brings endless comfort to a confused soul.
Yun Wei clearly observed that as believers continued to join, faint golden light spots emerged from the chaotic spiritual field and leaped towards the center of the statue's brow.
The golden power is like panning for gold dust, easily breaking the shackles of time and space, its final destination unknown.
Perhaps this is the divine power used by the priests.
He couldn't help but recall what Isaac had once told him about the dangers of gods being like parasites.
If the Abyss is destined to destroy the Continent of Elements...
So, where is the Lord of Light, Dilis, the magician who once hated the gods just like Isa?
As the hymns rang out again, Yun Wei and the others followed Joshua up the side staircase toward the highest tower of the church.
The side walls of the staircase are adorned with exquisite reliefs, and on a single slab of marble, the oaths of the Glorious Church are inscribed in an even more ancient language.
May this path be blessed with eternal light.
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