Among the Grand Cardinals kneeling in the Bright Hall, other than the saint cardinals, divine knights, and other legendary experts, there were also eight or nine clerics who were only level-nine. They were also Grand Cardinals who were highly valued by the pope and the legendary experts and had the potential to become saint cardinals or saints. They were either in charge of a small parish or in charge of different specific affairs in the Holy City, just like the six ninth-circle archmages in the Highest Council of the Congress of Magic.
When Anasta solemnly announced that he was Benedict III, listening to the beautiful hymns and sensing the warm and peaceful holy light, Philip, a level-nine Grand Cardinal, felt that his heart was so clean that he forgot that there were other things in the world. Touched for some reason, he felt that a sacred and transcendent light was shining in his heart. Then, the light gradually expanded, revealing the projection of Mountain Paradise on the seventh floor.
The illusion of a six-winged angel flew out of it and melted into Philip's heart of faith, making Philip's soul sublimate.
Inside the Bright Hall, Philip, who was kneeling on the ground, was covered in ivory brilliance that flowed slowly and incessantly. His vibe soared quickly, turning the environment holy and pure.
Seeing that, Benedict III put on a sincere smile. "This is the Lord's gift. We have one more brother and one more partner who can purge evil!"
Melmax and the rest of them understood that Philip, who had been accumulating for a long time, had finally 'seen' the projection of Mountain Paradise in his heart when the Voice of the Lord arrived and advanced into a saint cardinal.
In the holy light, Philip's soul was gradually clear inside and outside. He raised his head, his eyes filled with joy and purity, and drew a cross before his chest. "Only Truth lives forever."
"Welcome, my partner. May our efforts make the Lord walk on the earth as if we were walking in his kingdom." Saint Melmax, captain of the Temple Knight Legion, Saint Maria, and Saint Austen, leader of the ascetics, congratulated him with the rest of the Grand Cardinals.
Benedict III's hair, which was only slightly gray in the beginning, was now much silver. He said peacefully, "The Lord's favor has never diminished. Whatever the crisis, we will survive it eventually."
"Melmax, your mission to find Terrence and the rest of them will be given to Austen. Lead a member of the Grand Cardinals and part of the ascetics to assist Philibell and Belial in Aalto. Danisos is a bit restless. Maria, lead two members of the Grand Cardinals to the north to deter the heretics from invading the south. Kati, lead two members of the Grand Cardinals to Stewart and set up the defense line on the Storm Strait. You must mobilize the help of the legendary Knight of all countries." Kati was another female saint.
Since the four countries of the strait and the north coastline were no longer guarding, and with the help of the legendary Knight, the Church had enough legendary people, so that they would not lose too many alternate dimensions and territories.
Melmax agreed with that. As a result, the legendary experts of the Church would be concentrated in the Duchy of Orvarit, the northern province of the Holy Helvetic Empire, Stewart, and several other important alternate dimensions, leaving the Holy City and the central area empty. However, with His Holiness, the Angel King, and the newly promoted Philip, nobody would succeed in a surprise attack.
After the situation was settled down, the previous situation would be restored. In the Duchy of Orvarit, Syracuse, the northern province, and Stewart, only one or two legendary Grand Cardinals would be left to guard the places under the cooperation of the local legendary Knight. The rest of the members, apart from controlling the alternate dimensions in shifts, would be concentrated in Lance so that they could be mobilized for rescue and attack at any time.
Thinking for a moment, Melmax asked, "Your Holiness, how should we deal with the Violet family now that the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit has gone missing?"
Benedict III shook his head. "This is Natasha's personal action. It's not a problem that the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit is involved, but if the entire Violet family is struck because of this, the nobles will be uneasy, which is not good for the situation right now. Therefore, you and Milton will choose one of the secondary branches of the Violet family to inherit the Grand Duke's position."
"As you wish." Melmax did not object. He did not want to see the family known as' Shield of Truth 'abandon the South Church like the family known as' Sword of Truth ', which would only cause panic.
As Benedict III issued orders and the Grand Cardinals hurried to various places, the dangerous situation of the South Church, which had lost four legends, three holy spirits, and six legendary Knight, was gradually stabilized. The Dark Congress missed the best opportunity to bite the Church because of the internal conflicts.
Now that Philibell, Milton, and Belia were relying on the North Fortress and Aalto's divine power circles, Danisos could not secure a quick victory on his own despite being a top legend. The dragons had their own conflicts and disagreements, and many of them were in alternate dimensions or hibernation. Dracula, on the other hand, had discovered the traces of a werewolf prince and gone to hunt him. He had no time to bother about the Church.
After Ines and the other saint cardinals returned to Lance, and Terrence, the Angel of Wisdom, joined the North Church, the aftermath of the Congress of Magic's' Mushroom Cloud 'plan seemed to have died down. With one demigod, two top legends (the Angel King and Melmax), three level-three saints, fifteen legends, and thirteen legendary Knights from various countries, the South Church was still the most powerful force, but the gap between it and the North Church and the Congress of Magic had been significantly narrowed.
… …
After Benedict III returned to the former pope's library, he waved his hands and asked the few red robes to leave. Sitting on the chair in silence, he looked at the newly added portrait.
"Benedict II, Year 602 to 824 of the Saint Calendar."
Suddenly, his face became pale again, and his hands trembled beyond his control. His vibe plummeted from demigod to level-one of holy spirits, before it slowly rose back to demigod. It was not until a few times that his vibe was stabilized, but his hair seemed to be much grayer, and his eyes were even older and more dirty.
"'God's grace' is truly unbearable …" He heaved a sigh.
After he recovered, Benedict III looked at the room where Mecantron, the Angel King, was in. He seemed to be able to see him directly through the divine power circles and the walls.
Mecantron, who was as sacred and beautiful as a woman, was standing next to the window. His long blond hair was much dimmer than before.
He was heavily wounded by the recoil of Eternal Blaze and Paradise on Earth. Now and then, he coughed in a low voice and vomited golden blood that was as intense as a cluster of energy. Also, his pupils seemed to be unfocused.
However, for the Angel King, such an injury didn't hurt him at all. He was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Benedict III moved his eyes back, with an uncanny smile on his lips.
Then, he stood up and walked to the important file cabinets that were protected by terrifying divine power circles. He found the column named 'Douglas' and read a lot of files again.
"The target does not seem to be averse to my speech …" "He often has moments of confusion …" "Perhaps, he is wavering."
"… Artil."
Looking at the files, Benedict III took out the report on 'Latest Arcana Theories' from the column of the Congress of Magic. Carefully understanding the description of the special theory of relativity, he said in a low voice,
"Although Artil is not around to influence him, it is obvious that his movement system has encountered great problems. Perhaps, he is more confused than before. Perhaps, I should find an opportunity to talk to him …"
… …
In Antiffler, the Holy Helvetic Empire …
In the palace, Rudolph II, who was sitting in the prayer room, suddenly raised his head. Eighteen pairs of dreamy wings slowly spread out behind his back. He was puzzled and a little happy. "Is he hurt?" He asked in surprise.
Holding back his feelings, Rudolph II closed his eyes, and the air around him became unpredictable and hollow.
… …
In the frozen World of Souls that was soundless and colorless, Rhein's bright red coat was particularly eye-catching.
Walking in the projection of the city of Renstadt, he said to himself solemnly, "Where did the remaining thing in Sardes' body go?"
… …
After leaving the Thunder Hell, Lucien returned to the Atom Institution. He saw that Lazar, Annick and the rest of them were both scared and delighted.
"Master, why did we suddenly declare war on the Church?" Under the energy storm of 'Eternal Blaze' just now, Allyn, the City in the Sky that had lost most of its power, was rolling nonstop like a rotating ball in the sky. It made Heidi and the rest of them taste something even more horrible than when they crossed the Storm Strait on a boat. They vomited so much that their faces were pale, and their voices were weak.
Lucien smiled. "Of course, such things must be kept confidential. There are a lot of spies in the Congress."
Sprint's family had been brought to Allyn, and there was nothing to worry about. So, after they were back to themselves, they were all delighted and said that they could finally travel to Renstadt, the four countries on the strait, and the north coastline. As Lucien's students, they did not dare to leave Allyn until they reached the third ring because of their teacher's reputation of being too powerful and not having enough strength.
Then, Heidi, Katrina and the other students and assistants asked about the battle of legends just now. Lucien told them what he knew truthfully.
"Master, did you kill a lot of level-eight and level-nine clerics too? Were there any Grand Cardinals? " Katrina was rather confident in her teacher. He was a man who escaped the pursuit of a Demigod-lich when he was only in the sixth circle!
Lucien shook his head. "How could I have interfered in the battle of real legends? I only went to the Nekso Palace to help Natasha."
In the operation plan this time, because he was too weak, he was basically a bystander. He did not even contribute much to the formulation of the plan. He merely informed the Highest Council that Natasha was able to contact the pope directly and that he had modified the divine power circle in the Nekso Palace. Therefore, the old foxes soon came up with Plan III.
Natasha's speech to persuade the nobles, on the other hand, was from him. Given that she retained the right of veto and the right to levy taxes on the nobles' domain, and with the Congress of Magic as her support, she did not make many concessions. The script only looked shocking, and it was easy to fool people at that time.
"Master, you will become a legend very soon." Chelly complimented in delight after receiving Lucien's help.
Lucien did not say anything. He had a lot of things to deal with. So, he walked past them and entered his office.
"Layria, did you see an extra iron ring on our master's left hand? Hehe. Perhaps he will no longer be single. "Heidi was keen to gossip.
Layria finally realized what was going on. "The Holm Crown Ring on our master's right hand, 'Element', is gone too. It's true that good men are easily taken away. How enviable."
The ladies were soon refreshed and chattered nonstop with the spirit of gossip.
… …
Inside the Land of Truth, Douglas received a report from the tower spirit that Francois, a member of the Affair Committee and a ninth-circle archmage, had come to visit.
Francois was a sorcerer of ancient heritage who established the Congress of Magic together with Douglas and was quite close to him. Therefore, Douglas asked the tower spirit to let him in after an examination.
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