Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 436 - 417 The 2nd Holy City_2

Only its smile, however, possessed a horrifying contagiosity, with the believers being the first to be engulfed.

Within the entire city, the believers who had fallen into slumber now wore smiles on their faces, yet their muscles and nerves stiffened, as if to eternally lock in that expression, a dreadful mask thoroughly contaminating their minds.

At this moment, within Bunker City, in a secluded and desolate church, or perhaps an ascetic monastery, the doors slowly opened. Hunched in figure, a body completely shrouded in burlap robes and hood, an ascetic monk stepped out with slow, resolute steps.

Wherever he went, thorns would sprout from nothingness, piercing his feet, wrapping around his body. It seemed as if invisible whips were lashing through the air, tearing his robes, bursting his flesh, and a glow, somewhat different from Holy Light, shot up into the skies, catching the attention of both the official Transcendents and the Church priests.

Within the secretive chamber of the Ancient Castle Bureau, Tang Qi heard the voice of Rafael, filled with surprise.

"He’s still alive? The Church is willing to awaken him?"

"The first disciple of the Holy Confessor, the Thorny Sword Saint, York Sims."

As Rafael provided his commentary, in front of the aged ascetic monk, countless thorns grew and writhed, bringing an apparently decayed Knight Sword to the elderly man’s palm, overshadowed by age spots, he slowly grasped the Knight Sword, which looked barely stronger than scrap iron.

"Not to walk the path of the body is the way of Magic."

"Boom!"

As if it were a warning, or perhaps just a preaching phrase.

When he struck with that sword, everyone watching, even those observing through projected light and shadow, were inundated with dazzling brilliance. Amidst a vision akin to Heaven, they only glimpsed the mighty angel above, unable to utter its name, disintegrate into a silent wail, its colossal body dissolving into primal light points, vanishing in the night sky of Bunker City.

All believers who were donning the "smile masks" returned to their peaceful slumber at that admonishing sound.

After the light receded, Bunker City seemed as if it had never endured war, everything so peaceful.

Until all the Transcendents realized that the Thorny Sword Saint, who had slain the angel with a single strike, didn’t turn back to the depths of that desolate church, but instead, abruptly looked in a certain direction.

"Sizzling"

The light and shadow projections of all the Transcendents and Extraordinary Organizations automatically switched.

In the next moment, what came into their view was a city both unfamiliar and yet eerily familiar.

It was very small, more akin to a village or a small town.

The only decent structure, a church that seemed rather shabby and simple from the perspective of a large city.

In front of the church, there was a statue of the Lord of Light on the stone slabs of the square.

An incredibly crude statue, more resembling the work of an inattentive craftsman than anything else; aside from its rough outline and lines, it bore almost no trace of the Lord of Light.

Yet even the non-believer Transcendents dared not gaze at it with disrespect or sacrilege.

"The Second Holy City!"

Rafael’s voice had never been so filled with terror, and other Transcendents who anticipated something were also stricken with utmost fear.

Tang Qi was among them.

All gazes were fixated on that humble church, watching the sacred Holy Light from all directions of the Federation converge, swiftly forming a true Sea of Holy Light, which then began to boil.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle"

The light, which should have been sacred and pure white, suddenly took on a terrifying hue of black and green.

No longer was it a Sea of Holy Light, but a spring of Evil.

The black-green spring water nurtured the blossoms of evil, with one Seven-colored Flower blooming after another, and in a blink, a Sea of Evil Flowers was born.

Within every "Evil Flower" bud, there was a curled-up Human Figure, with its mouth, two babies stuck together, a baby boy, and a baby girl, strong Symbolic imagery sweeping across everyone’s minds.

Deep within the Sea of Flowers, a misty Throne began to ascend.

High and majestic, behind the ancient Throne, crimson blood flowed, numerous twisted figures wailed within, and on the mottled seat, a Mysterious, perfectly vague figure sat, his eyes profound, as if the Abyss, as if the sea of blood, with an indifferent yet insatiably greedy gaze, watched over the entire Divine Eagle Federation.

"Leckter... has gone mad!"

No matter who it was, this thought was the only thing on their minds right now.

How dare he? How did he manage it?

"The branches of the Bright Church in the Federation had long been severed from the headquarters in the Old Continent, especially after the birth of the Twelve Saints, showing signs of surpassing the headquarters. As the site of the first church on the New Continent, the location of the first statue of the Lord of Light, and the series of Radiant Divine Battles, the Second Holy City is essentially the Holy City within the Divine Eagle Federation,"

"To imitate, or rather, to steal the process of the Lord of Light’s ascendance to divinity—taking advantage of an unprecedented period of emptiness—there might have been a chance for a successful sneak attack, but Leckter’s choice to do so in the Second Holy City, to have nine counterfeit angels hoist the Throne... for the Church, this is not a provocation; it is an intolerable insult."

"At the initial stage of the Spiritual Tide Return, the Divines had all fallen into a slumber due to some changes, but within the Church, there were certainly more than one Demigod-level Artifact and more than one Demigod-level strong being. Although awakening these Artifacts and strong beings would incur a not insignificant cost."

"But from the moment Leckter chose the Second Holy City, the Church’s decision was obvious."

Tang Qi had placed Leckter in the position of "Mad Genius," but still underestimated his madness.

Since the Dark Age, there have been no shortage of human strong beings or other powerful Extraordinary Creatures who, for some reason, have challenged the Bright Church, intending to slap its face, with very few succeeding, but not without precedent.

Yet, such an occasion like Leckter’s was exceedingly rare.

From the moment he brought down the Throne upon the Second Holy City, Leckter’s behavior was gradually distancing itself from that of a thief.

He is now a robber, an audacious thief attempting to rob the dignity of the Lord of Light.

"Ten seconds left?"

Due to Leckter’s appearance, Mrs. Anderson, who had been on the brink of death, seemed to fall into an indescribable state, with her shriveled face flush with a tidal blush, her hands, bereft of ten fingers, fondling the stillborn fetus, whispering, "Burn, my Burn, you are my life, my soul, everything..."

In the void beside her, Tang Qi fiercely suppressed his nausea and the urge to kill, not glancing at Mrs. Anderson but staring at the inner wall of the blood bubble, waiting for Leckter’s trump card to reveal itself.

He’s a madman, but also a genius.

Without preparation, he wouldn’t dare use the Bright Church as a stepping stone.

Just as Tang Qi silently counted in his heart, suddenly, the inner wall of the blood bubble exploded into fireworks-like lights and shadows, bursting wildly one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nine cities?

No, what Tang Qi saw at this moment were astonishingly more than thirty.

Unlike the lights and shadows elsewhere, the projections within the blood bubble directly reflected those concealed blood bubble spaces.

In every space, there was a woman similar to Mrs. Anderson.

Inside their bellies, there lay an Angel Fetus.

The Extraordinary Organizations participating in the joint extermination plan were all engulfed by shock at this time.

In a daze, they all heard murmurs and whispers like a tide, a tsunami, rushing towards them.

"Become the Master!"

"Become the Master!"

"Become the Master!"

...

What started as whispering "lambs" later turned into roars even in their sleep. The faith that should belong to the Lord of Light was all intercepted by the "robber," and one after another, the angels spread their vast wings. They all held their heads high, reaching out with their hands towards the Second Holy City.

Myth and legend, at this moment, became reality.

"Divine Eagle New Calendar, the night of August 30th, the angels lift the Throne, sending the Shepherd into the starry sky..."

I don’t know how many Transcendents had this phrase lingering in their minds.

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