Octave flew backward like a kite with a broken string. His red robe was torn, and blood was spurting out of his mouth. His eyes were closed, and he lost consciousness.
Suddenly, his face twisted. Holy light burst out of his body one after another, and four pairs of pure white wings appeared on his back.
His eyes slowly opened, and the light blue eyes became cold and colorless. With the majesty of a condescending king, he stared at Lucien indifferently.
"Angel's Arrival?"
Lucien's surprised voice came into Octave's ears. Octave said proudly, "We're the righteous people blessed by the Lord. We're the disciples of the Lord. Of course, the angel's Arrival will save us. You, the fallen Morning Star, will be purified by us!"
He spoke quickly, speaking the Heavenly Realm language recorded in the Holy Scripture.
However, Octave felt that his mind was sharper and clearer when he was possessed by the angel. He knew that the power could not last long, and if they continued fighting, the noise would be too loud, which would easily attract the attention of the Radiance Church, the Holm Royal Magic Tower and the Nekso Palace. Therefore, he flapped the wings on his back, and countless dreamy light spots floated out and gathered into a solemn and magnificent light, surging toward Lucien.
Seeing that Lucien could not break the holy aura in a short time even though he turned into a heavenly Knight, Octave snorted in disdain. Octave flashed to Lend's side and caught him, who had been hit by the crystal dragon's breath. Using the four pairs of wings, Octave resisted the dragon's sharp claws and got rid of the shackles around, escaping from the Salvation Church.
Octave closed his wings, and the light disappeared. Octave cast a divine spell and took Lend into the darkness, leaving the place silently.
He knew very well that it was impossible for Lucien and his' magic pet 'to chase after them. If they were exposed, they would certainly be targeted by Sard, Stone, and the other level-eight and level-nine red robes and elite night watchers. Therefore, they had to seize the opportunity to leave.
Octave used different divine spells to clean up the traces. When Lend recovered, Octave asked him to use his special ability to eliminate bloodline to cover up his tracks. Then they finally headed to their destination.
The previous battle had stopped in time and did not alarm the important figures in the city. Therefore, at this moment, the night was quiet and serene, making people feel peaceful.
"I didn't expect to run into Lucien Evans..." Lend said with deep hatred. He hated himself for not being strong enough to kill this evil and cunning demon on the spot.
Octave snorted. "He only succeeded because of the sneak attack. If they were the ones talking to Richard and we were behind them, they might not have been able to escape. However, pay attention to his left hand. It's very strange. It's very similar to your Elimination Bloodline, but it seems to be better in nature. It feels like it's suppressing my divine spells in terms of level. "
"Rank suppression? Could it be the suppression of divine spells by high angels? Was Lucien really the Archangel, the Fallen Morning Star, and the Left Wing of God before he was reincarnated? " Although he and the other night watchers often called Lucien the Fallen Morning Star or the Fallen Angel, they never took it seriously. They always thought that it was the pope who explained it in such a way to reduce the influence.
Octave didn't refute Lend's words. Instead, he became silent and doubted Lend's words.
In the indescribable silence, they walked for a while. Then Octave said in a low voice, "Let's ask the great prophet later. He's the Angel King with the will of the Lord, and he wants to destroy the fallen pope. He should know Lucien's secret. Then we'll be able to deal with him better in the future."
Lend nodded slightly, "We'll have to apologize to the great prophet later. We failed to draw Richard to our side, and we failed to kill him and shift the blame to the sorcerers. By the way, Your Excellency, why are you so long-winded? You don't have to say a lot of unnecessary things. "
What Octave meant was that when Octave mentioned the great prophet, he only needed to say that the great prophet was the Angel King, and he should know Lucien's secret. However, Octave was also a core member of the secret organization, and there was nothing that he did not know.
Octave touched his face. The wound was no longer visible under the healing spell. The pain was still vivid in his mind, and his head was swollen. Octave said bitterly, "The wound was on my head. Maybe I can't control my speech and body functions for the time being."
Lend nodded and didn't say anything else. He turned into a shabby church with Octave.
Although the chapel looked shabby on the outside, it was unexpectedly bright and holy inside. It was almost as bright as the Bright Hall in the Holy City of Lance.
However, Octave and Lend did not look around, as if they were back in their own home. They walked through the prayer hall and headed to the confession room.
"You're back?" A young man with a tough and sharp aura walked over. He looked to be in his thirties, but he was wearing the iconic red bishop robe.
Octave slightly nodded, "Arthur, the operation failed."
He recognized the man as the most important red robe of the great prophet, and also the most talented priest in the parish of Holm in the past fifty years. He became a red robe before he was thirty-five years old, and now he was already level nine. He was one of the most promising candidates to become a saint cardinal. However, due to his radical nature, he had always been excluded from the core power of the parish of Holm.
Arthur, who had a common name in the Kingdom of Holm, was a bit surprised. He narrowed his eyes, "Failed? You failed to take down Richard with three level-nine scrolls? "
"We were about to succeed, but we ran into Lucien Evans. He must be here to persuade Richard." For some reason, Octave did not mention Lucien's left hand. He thought that it was a secret between him and Lend that could only be told to the great prophet. "We were ambushed by him, and we were caught off guard. His pet was a dragon, so we had to rely on the ability of Angel's Descent to escape."
Arthur's brown eyes were filled with different colors for a moment. He thought for a while and said, "This is an opportunity. Don't tell anyone that Lucien Evans is in contact with Richard. It may be helpful for our future plan. Also, without any evidence, Richard's prestige in the middle and lower levels of the clergy won't do us any good."
Lend said calmly, "Arthur, I know what you mean, but only the great prophet can make the final decision on this matter."
Arthur did not say anything more. He left and returned to the Renstadt Abbey.
Octave and Lend kept walking along the corridor. On their way, they ran into seven or eight cardinals, who were already the senior-rank members of the secret organization. They were also the representatives of the most radical faction in the parish of Holm, accounting for about a quarter of the senior-ranks in the parish of Holm.
"What's going on? Why are they all here? "Octave looked at Lend, who had brought him in.
Lend shook his head, "Maybe there's something urgent that needs to be discussed, and we happen to be out on a mission. We'll know when we meet the great prophet later."
They knocked on the door of the confessional, and a gentle and clear voice came from inside, "Octave, Lend, you're back. Come in. "
Pushing the door open, Octave and Lend walked into the confessional and saluted to the great prophet who just stood up after finishing his confession.
The confessional was very narrow. An ordinary candlestick was emitting light that was about to go out, which made the room very dark. The shadows were long, and the atmosphere was suffocating and terrifying.
The great prophet, who was dressed in a white linen robe, stood in the shadows. No one could see his face clearly. Only his deep eyes, which seemed to contain the entire world, attracted everyone's attention. It was as if even one's soul would fall into them.
Octave noticed that the great prophet was holding a book in his hand. However, before he saw the name of the book, he heard the great prophet's calm voice, "You failed the mission?"
"Yes." Octave and Lend both lowered their heads, and then they told the great prophet what had happened.
"It's not your fault. It's my fault. I didn't ask for the Oracle's advice in advance, so I didn't get the message." The great prophet said sorrowfully, as if he was the one who failed the mission. Then his voice became excited, "However, it means that we're on the right path. If we don't act now, the clergy of the parish will be corrupted by the evil sorcerers one by one. The pope and some of the Grand Cardinals will be the accomplices of evil!"
"You're the great prophet. Lead us to fight against evil." Octave and Lend both crossed themselves in front of their chests, "Only Truth lives forever!"
"What do you think of Grand Cardinal Sardes? Is it possible that he'll join us? "The great prophet asked.
Octave and Lend raised their heads at the same time and looked at the great prophet in confusion. Why did he ask this question?
In confusion, Octave finally saw the name of the book in the great prophet's hand.
The Analysis of Dreams.
"Great prophet, why are you reading this strange book?" Octave looked at the great prophet in shock. Suddenly, the great prophet's face twisted, and holy light burst out from his body. White wings of light spread out one after another, covering the confessional and the sky. The light was so dazzling that people couldn't help but kneel down and worship him.
"Six-winged Seraph … No …"
Octave was shocked to see that the great prophet's face had become so handsome, just like the legendary Face of God. However, Octave felt that the great prophet's face was so familiar, as if he had just seen him before.
A creepy smile appeared on the great prophet's face. Octave thought of something and blurted out,
"Lucien Evans!"
The confessional and the small church disappeared. Octave opened his eyes and saw that Richard, the crystal dragon, and Lucien Evans were all looking at him attentively.
What's going on? Was that a dream?
Octave was still in shock and panic. Lucien smiled and said, "What you see is inside your heart.
"The people you see are the embodiment of your heart. I think I have a rough idea of who are the members of your organization …"
"The small church looks shabby on the outside, but the inside is comparable to the Great Bright Hall. This means that you think you are doing something holy, but you have to hide in the darkness. When necessary, you can stain yourself with blood and look up at heaven from hell …"
"You can't see the great prophet's face clearly. This means that when you saw him, he changed his appearance or only his voice …"
"The confessional was narrow, dark, and oppressive. This means that when you first saw him, you were at your lowest and most indignant. You thought that you were in the darkest and most oppressive stage of your life. Also, the environment at that time should be similar …"
"Finally, you saw the wings of light on the great prophet. This means that he once showed you an ability that was enough to win your trust. Perhaps it was the 'Angel's Descent' hidden in you …"
As Lucien spoke, Octave's face gradually turned ashen. In his eyes, Lucien Evans's back was facing the light overflowing from the Redemption Cathedral. It was as if he had really grown six pairs of huge wings of light. For a moment, Octave couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
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