The dangerous air flashed by. It seemed to be Lucien's illusion, but the 'Congus Ring' on his left hand reminded him that an expert was indeed approaching just now.
"Lucien …" Seeing that Lucien was stunned, Alferris was about to open its mouth, only to be stopped by his right hand. So, it widened its translucent eyes in confusion.
In such a sensitive situation, someone came to the small church in the civilian district in the east of the city. What was his purpose?
After a while, Lucien could no longer sense the dangerous air, so he said to Alferris with 'Stealth Messaging', "Someone approached just now, at least a senior-level one. Now it seems that he has snuck into the 'Salvation Church'. Let's wait a little longer. We can't let anything happen to Richard."
Alferris was immediately excited. Was there an enemy? If there was an enemy, it meant victory, and victory meant trophies!
Raising its paw, Alferris wiped away the saliva that flowed out of the corner of its mouth.
… …
Standing in front of the cross quietly, Richard was thinking about the conversation just now. The bud that had been hidden in his heart for more than twenty years seemed to be gradually sprouting under the sunlight. The chaotic and contradictory ideas in the past were sorted out bit by bit, reshaping his heart of faith.
At this moment, he was calm. He prayed silently, "If such an interpretation of the Cannon violates your teachings and will, then let the holy light devour me. It means that my faith has been shaken by the Fallen Morning Star, and I will fall into hell." Tick. Tick.
Time went by like water. Slowly, Richard was covered in a layer of sacred and solemn brilliance, like a saint who had been blessed by the gods. He raised his head, opened his eyes, and drew a cross on his chest. His eyes were gentle and firm as he said in a low voice, "You are one, and all, the beginning, and the end … I think I understand your teachings now. God loves the world and redeems the world. The existence of religion is to protect faith, not to block faith. Everyone has the right to be inspired by the Cannon. As long as one's heart is devout, he will be illuminated by your spirituality."
Richard's body and mind were overjoyed. The filth that had confused him for twenty to thirty years seemed to have evaporated under the illumination of the holy light. His faith became firmer and more devout, and even his strength that had been stuck at a bottleneck for decades seemed to have touched the door of level-nine.
"This is all thanks to your grace. Only the truth lives forever." Richard drew a cross on the holy emblem on his chest.
In fact, from Lucien's point of view, with Richard's piety and his research in theology, he would have long advanced to level-9 if not for the long period of chaos and hesitation. Perhaps he would have already become a saint cardinal and stepped into the realm of legends.
Richard got up from his seat and signaled the pastors and bishops in the church to end their prayers and leave. He went to the garden next to the church and breathed in the fresh night air mixed with the fragrance of flowers. He felt the beauty of life and thought about the religious reform program that he was going to propose, which was given by the God of Truth.
"No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, no matter how much pressure I will be faced by the pope and the Grand Cardinals, I will complete the program and submit it to the Grand Cardinals and disseminate it to other clerics." Richard did not have the intention to become independent. He was still pinning his hopes on the reform within the Church. Suddenly, he sensed something and turned around. He saw a red-robed cardinal wearing a bright red robe and a square hat walking towards him with a smile.
"Octave?" Richard recognized that the red robe was a talent that he raised when he was in charge of the Renstadt Abbey. The red robe used to be in charge of the Inquisition in the parish of Holm.
Octave was a very dignified middle-aged man. He had thick black eyebrows and a pair of sharp, bright blue eyes. He smiled and said, "You must have heard about what happened recently. I'm a bit hesitant, so I'm here to ask for your help."
"You have resentment in your heart, so you want to cover your eyes?" Richard asked in the Holy Scripture. His expression was kind and had the power to soothe people's hearts.
Octave drew a cross in front of his chest, "Yes, I'm afraid that I've been blinded by hatred and have forgotten the purpose of serving the Lord. But, Mr. Richard, isn't it a betrayal of the Lord's teachings if we let evil lurk in front of us and tolerate it for all kinds of reasons?"
"… Because of his faith, he was not afraid of demons, ignored fire, threw himself into the most dangerous enemy, and did not retreat …"
He also recited the Cannon. There was a look of questioning on his face. He was questioning himself and the Church.
Richard shook his head, "What is evil? What is evil about the noble you executed? "
"He listened to 'Arcana Voice'. He worked with sorcerers to make money." Octave raised his voice.
Richard pointed at the Cannon in Octave's hand, "God only told us not to be greedy, not to lie, not to indulge in lust, not to ignore life, and not to be filled with pain and hatred. What did that noble not do?"
"He lied! He made up lies and worked with sorcerers, "Octave answered subconsciously.
Richard smiled, "Those who lie will not be able to ascend to Mountain Paradise. They will wander on the earth and be hurt by lightning and fire … This is God's punishment for them. He did not say that they could ignore their lives."
"He worked with sorcerers and listened to Arcana Voice?!" Octave did not understand Richard's idea.
Richard said peacefully, "The Cannon does not say that we can't work with sorcerers, as long as the sorcerer is not an evil person who violates the Cannon's teaching."
"How can he not be an evil person? The Canon says …" Octave recited the content of the Canon.
Richard looked at him with a smile. When Octave stopped talking, Richard said, "Since you follow the Canon, you have to consider the Church's wishes and ideas. Why do you hate them?"
Octave's face lit up, "That's right. It's not the Church or the Canon that we hate. It's the Holiness and His Excellency who have violated the original intention of the Church and changed the Canon many times. They have betrayed the Lord, and they can no longer effectively spread the Lord's faith. Mr. Richard, you don't like the fact that His Holiness and the Pope have changed the Canon, right? I hope that you can stand out and appeal to the other clerics in the Holm parish to wake up their numb souls and propose to His Holiness to restore the original Canon. "
"What if His Holiness is unwilling?" Richard had just been through a persuasion, so he keenly sensed the strangeness in Octave's words.
"If he is unwilling, we will elect the real Holiness who can represent the Lord's will. I believe that many Grand Cardinals have the same idea!" Octave sounded a bit excited and fanatical, "In my mind, you are such a candidate!"
"Don't be used by others. The right thing to do is to return the right to interpret the Canon to every devout believer!" Richard shook his head and rejected Octave's invitation.
Octave didn't expect Richard's idea to be more radical than his. Octave was stunned and tried to persuade him again.
However, Richard, who had just confirmed his belief, was as stubborn as a rock. He would not accept any suggestion that did not conform to his reform program.
In the end, Octave lowered his head and said in frustration, "Then I'll leave now. I hope you can think it through in the future. You're always welcome to join us."
We? Richard frowned. Seeing that Octave had already turned around and left, he did not say anything more.
After Octave stepped into the corridor, Richard put his hands behind his back and continued to perfect his reform program.
At the end of the corridor, Octave suddenly stopped. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and a brown scroll containing terrifying power appeared in his hand.
"It's easier to use a dead man than a living one, because he can't speak!"
"A Richard who was killed by a sorcerer is more likely to cause conflict than a living Richard!"
The scroll was torn open by Octave, and the power of the eternal flow suddenly burst out. Immediately, Richard and the area around him were dyed gray. Under the ninth-circle spell, Time Stop, everything seemed to be frozen.
Octave took out another black scroll and tore it open. A surge of magic power rushed toward Richard. It could remove all the supernatural effects on Richard's body. Even the legendary level "divine items" could be damaged by the magic power.
The ninth-circle spell, Mage's Disjunction!
When Octave took out the last magic scroll, Orb of Ultimate Destruction, he suddenly saw a figure standing in front of him and pointing at him.
All the divine items on Octave's body were broken into pieces. His red robe turned into colorful light spots. Even his body was evaporated into a layer of mist made of various elements.
Being caught off guard, Octave was hurt. His body and soul seemed to be frozen.
Lucien's Elemental Order had been perfected after the new alchemy explained the exchange of electrons in the outer layer. Its power had been enhanced again. Even as a seventh-circle sorcerer, Lucien's Elemental Order was almost as powerful as a ninth-circle sorcerer.
Although the divine power circle of the Salvation Church had covered most of the magic waves, Lucien, who was very close to Richard, still recognized that it was a ninth-circle spell. Therefore, he decided to help Richard. However, he did not use the Congus Ring because his legendary spells would definitely break through the divine power circle and alert the other legendaries in Renstadt.
Lucien hated Octave's wasteful use of two ninth-circle scrolls. The senior-rank scrolls were much rarer than the alchemical items, because there were not many materials that could carry senior-rank spells, and there were even fewer materials that were suitable for making scrolls. Also, single-use scrolls were no match for alchemical items that could be used repeatedly.
Unless they could only be made into scrolls, sorcerers would rather look for more materials to make items. Even Lucien, who was a millionaire, did not have any senior-rank scrolls. Octave was simply throwing money at Lucien!
Lucien pointed his finger at Octave again. He was about to cast Curse to lower Octave's magic resistance and turn him into a statue with Petrify. Then he would bring him back for interrogation.
At this time, a figure suddenly dashed out of the shadow. The long sword in the figure's hand was carrying the air of Elimination. The figure slashed at Lucien, who was caught off guard.
It turned out that Octave had a companion, a radiant knight with the Blood Power of Elimination!
Also, this friend was Lucien's acquaintance, Lend, who used to be the leader of the night watchers in Aalto Inquisition!
For some reason, Lend, who had become a level-six radiant knight, recognized Lucien's identity. Although he was a strong-willed man, he could not help but feel wild joy in his heart. Was he finally going to kill his enemy?
He believed that with the help of his Elimination Bloodline, Lucien's spell trigger would be nullified!
The long sword hit Lucien's body, but it was like hitting a bubble. The creepy smile on Lucien's handsome face slowly disappeared.
"Damn it! Illusion!" Lend's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly pulled back his sword to defend himself. At the same time, a behemoth appeared behind him. The behemoth's amber eyes were staring at him attentively. The behemoth opened its mouth, and a cold dragon breath was released.
The pressure from the behemoth stunned Lend a bit.
Beside Octave, Lucien's figure appeared, and he dashed toward the level eight red robe who had just recovered from the shock.
Octave recognized that Lucien was using Baler's Transformation, and he sneered in his mind. A sorcerer turning into a radiant knight? Was he trying to avoid Lucien's advantage?
Therefore, Octave set up a divine defense in front of himself. He was going to block the attack and then launch a counterattack. As long as he could escape, he would accuse Richard of colluding with the Fallen Angel!
Clenching his left fist, Lucien punched out fiercely. The faint light of the Silver Moon mixed with black, white and gray flashed. Octave was shocked to see that his defense was shattered like a piece of paper under Lucien's left fist.
"What's this?"
"Am I dreaming?"
Octave was hit hard on the side by Lucien's left fist. Octave's teeth flew out, and he directly passed out.
If Lucien had not stopped in time, the punch would have smashed his brain and blood into the air, mixing the milky white with the dark red.
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