"Yes. We held a ritual and tried to summon the Angel King to ensure that we could successfully capture the artificial planet of the Congress of Magic, but he did not respond at all. Even the symbolic light of rejection in the past did not appear. Your Holiness, is it possible that something is wrong with the Angel King?" Philip recounted what had happened exactly, with intense concerns in his tone.
After the Battle of Renstadt, the strength of the South Church had plummeted. Therefore, the Angel King's existence was more important to them than ever. He could help them stabilize the panicked and suspicious inside. Also, an expert at the peak of legendary who could command the six level-three legendary seraphs of Mountain Paradise was a decisive force that could influence the situation in itself.
Of course, for Philip, what mattered most was whether or not the Angel King's lack of response had anything to do with the pope. Was it because the method to condense the power of faith had been announced in secret? Did something go wrong when the King of Angels tried this path?
After hearing Philip's answer, Benedict III's face did not change at all. He slowly closed his eyes, and the holy light appeared behind him. Ivory floated in the air, creating the feeling of holiness and vastness.
Then, surrounded by the light, a gate seemed to be opened in midair that led to "Mountain Paradise". Unpredictable hymns echoed, and infinite light surged out, building a projection of "Mountain Paradise" that was almost concrete.
The angels and holy spirits in the projection seemed to have sensed something. They all rose and bowed solemnly to Benedict III who was holding the platinum staff.
He was the spokesperson of the Lord on earth and his incarnation in the world. Before he returned to Mountain Paradise, he was even more honorable and closer to the Lord than the Angel King!
After he "returned" to Mountain Paradise, he was directly melted into the brilliance of the Lord. He was equal to part of the Lord!
After the bow, they began to pray, praise, and sing. The projection on the seventh floor was clearer than ever before.
The seventh floor of Mountain Paradise was filled with boundless, transcendent, pure light without the slightest impurities. It was so oppressive that it seemed that it could really destroy the whole world!
Even Benedict III, a demigod, could barely see what was going on inside. He could only vaguely see that a lofty angel with thirty-six wings on his back was crouching at the edge of the light. He was holding a vintage and sacred book in his hands.
"There's nothing wrong with the King of Angels. He just fell into a slumber for some reason." Benedict III smiled at Philip. "Although his God's Guard is very suitable for such an operation, can it not be accomplished without him?"
He looked calm on the surface, but his eyes narrowed slightly. How could Mecantron be so weak? How severe were his injuries? What was he doing? After the Sardes incident, did his ambition sprout again? Who caused this?
Even though the King of Angels was surrounded by the power of the God of Truth, Benedict III was an out-and-out demigod. Also, "Mecantron" did not dare to enter the deeper area and could only "crouch" at the edge. Therefore, he keenly sensed the weakness of "Mecantron" and smelled something unusual from the uncanny situation.
If the Congress of Magic hadn't demonstrated the important role of artificial planets through live streams, his Church, which was relatively peaceful, certainly wouldn't have tried to summon the King of Angels, just like in the past hundred years. In such a case, he wouldn't have noticed the anomaly of his weakness. In half a year at most, "Mecantron" would recover part of his strength and cover his weakness. Because of his relationship with the God of Truth, Thanos, it was impossible for him to notice anything wrong.
"I have to thank the Congress of Magic, Lucien Evans, and Natasha Orvarit for that …" Benedict III's eyes were gloomy.
After hearing the pope's question, Philip replied respectfully, "Your Holiness, summoning the King of Angels only increases the odds of success and eliminates the interference of unexpected factors. It's not impossible without him. If you can take action in person, things will be much simpler."
"Although I've only been crowned for a few years and cannot use 'God's Arrival' yet, I'm still the incarnation of the Lord and a demigod who stands at the top of the mortal world. How can I not dare to leave the Holy City and take action in person?" Viken, who was currently Benedict III, raised his head and spoke in an unusually calm tone, as if he were discussing with Philip what they should enjoy for the communion tonight. "If it weren't for the evil false god Alterna watching the ground from the sky, I would've been able to stop all the top legends of the Congress of Magic on my own."
From the top of legendary to the demigod level was the sublimation of life, the metamorphosis of immortality, and the enhancement of one's nature. Even though it was difficult for Benedict III to kill any top legend easily without using "Divine General", the number of top legends could not make up for the gap between two levels.
Philip said delightedly, "If Your Holiness takes action in person, the success rate will be ninety percent."
"However, I can only take action once. The Silver Moon, hell, abyss, and the other evil false gods must be waiting for an opportunity to strike me and heavily wound me before I can perform 'God's Arrival'. For that purpose, the Silver Moon and hell can even abandon their grudges and disgust for each other and work together," Benedict III said calmly and kindly.
He did not know whether or not Lucien and the other sorcerers had discovered the real secrets of the monsters and Mountain Paradise in the Realm of Gates, but he was certain that they must've found something. While the stories in "Arcana Voice" were exaggerated, they were not entirely true. If one looked at the essence through appearances, one would vaguely sense that he was somehow connected to the monsters, and the reason why he could not perform God's Arrival frequently was not just that his body could not bear it.
Therefore, he was making plans based on the two secrets that Douglas, Fernando, Lucien, the God of the Silver Moon, and the Lord of Hell already knew.
"One time is enough." Philip was delighted. "In fact, under normal circumstances, it would've been possible to capture it according to our plan to destroy the artificial planet in the past, but this time, the Congress of Magic has revealed it voluntarily. We have to be wary of the possibility that they have set up a trap in advance. So, the plan has to be changed."
In the past few years, because the Church could not deploy similar items on the orbit, the attacks had always been carried out by the legendary experts. The concealment and orbital changes of the artificial planets did not have much influence on the premeditated legends. The main problem was that the magic circles deployed on the artificial planets to support the arrival of the legendary sorcerers and to monitor the situation around back to Allyn, which made them rather wary.
Therefore, their action plan was simple and straightforward. They would confirm which legends of the Congress of Magic were out for exploration first before they waited for an opportunity. Even though the surveillance magic circles had sent intelligence back to Allyn, allowing the legendary sorcerers in Allyn to arrive and fight with the artificial planets, it would've been impossible to stop them. By the time the other legendary sorcerers of the Congress of Magic arrived for reinforcements, the artificial planets would've already been destroyed.
Such an action plan seemed simple, but it was not easy. First of all, they had to confirm whether or not the legendary sorcerers were really out. If they misjudged the number and strength of the legendary sorcerers, their lives would be in danger. Also, when the legendary sorcerers were prepared, it was barely possible for the non-legendary night watchers to ascertain their whereabouts. That was why the Church had only destroyed two artificial planets after such a long time.
That was also why Philip was worried that the artificial planets they captured would fall into the Congress of Magic's trap. After all, it would not be a pleasant experience to see Douglas, Brook, Fernando, Hathaway, Lucien Evans, and the rest of them around when they reached the orbit through the pre-established transmission magic circles. Also, there was no divine power defense circle on the orbit. The legendary sorcerers could easily block the space and make it impossible for the follow-up reinforcements to arrive through teleportation. Things would become dreadful.
"The legendary sorcerers who study the microscopic domain are less and less fond of going out. They are only focused on the collisions of particles …" Hearing Philip's previous plan, Benedict III shook his head and sighed.
In the microscopic domain of arcana studies, magic experiments were more important than explorations. Therefore, the legendary sorcerers were much less frequently out. Thankfully, they also needed to conduct microscopic experiments in different environments and explore if there were undiscovered microscopic particles, such as positrons, in the weird environments. That was why they did not stay in Allyn all the time and allow the Congress of Magic to establish a terrifying legendary squad at any time.
Of course, the legendary sorcerers' studies were not limited to the microscopic domain. They also had to watch over the alternate dimensions, the four countries on the strait, the north coastline, and other areas.
"Their disagreements about the microscopic domain are so great that they are almost fighting each other …" Philip mocked and continued, "In order to prevent the evil god, the Silver Moon, and the hell from attacking you, Your Holiness, we do not need you to go to the orbit and capture the artificial planets directly. Instead …"
He described his plan in full.
Benedict III listened expressionlessly and said in the same tone, "Got it."
After Philip left, Benedict III stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the swaying flowers that did not seem to live in winter, he nodded his head. "We have to be more cautious."
… …
Inside the wilderness of the Silver Moon …
Nasdell, who had returned in a hurry, stood before Dubenal with his head lowered, not having the courage to look at the prince's golden eyes.
"So, Renstadt is already so dangerous …" Dubenal said in a rough voice.
Nasdell immediately felt like crying. Everything that he had gone through was not in vain. He had finally made the prince face the dangers of the Congress of Magic and Renstadt. The guy who mocked him when he saw that he was heavily wounded would not understand his contribution!
"Therefore, cooperation with the Congress of Magic is an option that we can consider." Among the werewolves, some of the princes were in a good relationship with the Congress of Magic, and some of them were hostile, such as Dubenal. Therefore, Nasdell believed that his investigation could change the prince's attitude.
"No," Dubenal said firmly.
Huh? Nasdell looked at his prince in surprise.
"We should strike the Congress of Magic. They are already so strong and dangerous. Cooperating with them will only raise the next Saint Truth," Dubenal said confidently.
After a brief daze, Nasdell said in admiration, "Your Highness, you truly deserve to be the wisest expert among the werewolves. Your eyes that are full of wisdom have seen through the essence of things. I didn't think of that at all."
"Hahaha." Dubenal laughed in a good mood. He valued Nasdell because Nasdell was honest, very honest, and not smart enough. Nasdell was a perfect contrast for him.
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