Pirate Kingship-Chapter 787 - 95: Three Faiths One Origin, Infinite Fission! (Part 2)

At the same time, the might of the Zero-Level Sacred Relic, which suppresses the Divine Domain of the Monastery, descended.

A statue of the Holy Mother, full of merciful gaze, manifested, with silver halos blossoming from her fingertips, pressing down circle by circle on the out-of-control nun.

Every piercing green beam of death was deflected, destroying her own eyes once more, while a lock-shaped silver seal appeared on her forehead.

The Death Angel Azrael, once unstoppable, was gradually being expelled from the Material World.

Even though she struggled violently, trying to remain in the nun's body, it was all in vain.

Unfortunately, the pollution the nun suffered could not be eradicated.

Although Emily's eyes on her body had closed, they still appeared bulging, extraordinarily terrifying.

Everyone in the library stood silent as cicadas in winter, and no one thought that the nun named Emily had been saved.

Though she might not die this time, she had been anchored by an "Angel," and as long as she was not vigilant, she would lose control again sooner or later.

Until she becomes a true zealot polluted to the extent of turning into a mindless kin that only praises the Angel.

The Third Order clergy member Marina, responsible for managing the scribes, made the sign of the cross on her chest four times, and said to the group of armored nuns rushing in:

"Emily has sacrificed for a noble cause. The Monastery will remember her contributions, and [the Creator] will bless her.

Take her to the confinement room. She will be transferred along with the other polluted individuals to the Holy Silver Empire for treatment."

Under normal circumstances, consuming the vast Mind Wish Power reserves of the Monastery to initiate a high-level purification ritual could indeed save someone.

But Byron had already seen through the Traditional Faction's conspiracy, knowing that those power-hungry higher-ups never had such plans from the start.

Even though the victims were from the Traditional Faction's own ranks, they would most likely be discarded along with the spread of the Forbidden Book [Gospel of Heaven] into the Protestant Doctrine's district.

Creating bloodshed to undermine the Protestant Doctrine's internal unity, simply put, they were cannon fodder.

This is the tragedy of little people.

A speck of dust from the era, falling on an individual, becomes a mountain so heavy that they don't even know the reason for their death.

"Everyone else, return to your positions. Fear of difficulty is because your faith is not devout enough.

Now is the time to prove yourselves."

Marina had the scattered nuns return to their places and continue transcribing.

Aunts and a few ladies crawled out from under the table and sat down with some uncertainty.

As they picked up their pens, they saw Marina point to a nun in the neighboring scriptorium who hadn't fled and had persistently continued copying with great praise:

"Come and see how Sister Alma conducts herself.

Facing danger without panic, remaining calm in adversity, this is because her faith is firm, believing that under the Lord's blessing, she won't be harmed.

The tenet of the Order of Sanctity: 'With God is present.'

Since she has such steadfast faith, I believe she will soon advance to the Middle Sequence of the Third Order, working side by side with me, making greater contributions to the cause of God."

All of you should learn well from Sister Alma, you hear?"

Sister Alma indeed deserved the praise.

Even when praised face to face by her direct superior, she still did not lift her head, remaining fully concentrated on her desk work, appearing as though nothing could interrupt her transcription.

Yet when Byron's [Divine Sight] swept across, he discovered the other's eyes were dull, her hand mechanically sketching letters, whose writing became increasingly disordered.

Until the blue ink bloomed on the sugar cane paper into a portrait of... an angel.

"Not good, it's coming again!"

In the next moment.

Just after dealing with the "Saint Descent" of the Death Angel, while everyone was still in shock, this hardworking nun suddenly raised her head, and sang fervently:

"Ah! Praise the Blood Angel Lamia!"

Immediately, another "angel" descended with a crash, possessing her body.

This angel looked more human than the Death Angel, possessing a graceful female form that was completely naked, but had several pairs of curved horns and crimson skin.

It had six bat wings, using two to cover its face, two to cover its feet, and two to fly, with each wing bearing six pairs of red eyes, continuously weeping bloody tears. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

This accident was closer to Byron and his group, allowing them to see more clearly.

Marina, who had just praised the nun's focus, suddenly had a stiff expression, clutching tight her Holy Emblem, and helplessly moaned in her heart:

"Oh my Lord! Why is it always the most diligent nuns who encounter mishaps? How can we ever fulfill the saint's orders at this rate?"

Over the past three days, seven or eight incidents had occurred in the library, otherwise, Marina wouldn't be so desperate to find "prisoners" to help with transcription.

Moreover, those who lost control were always the ones who worked the hardest, copied for the longest time, and were the most productive "Scroll Kings."

Others would drink water while they transcribed, eat while they transcribed, sleep while they transcribed.

Many nuns would arrive at the scriptorium early in the morning at four, or sometimes they would already be there at that time.

How does that saying go, "Overtime leads to loss of control, lazing around is good for the mind and body."

The truth is universal, whether in the Mortal World or in the Extraordinary World; the pressure on the mind is undeniably real, harming oneself while outdoing others.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be tales of overtime workers having more resentful energy than ghosts.

Bang!

Different from the previous Death Angel, the nun possessed by the Blood Angel Lamia exploded into a cloud of blood mist on the spot.