Inside the pope's library in the Holy City …
"Your Holiness, here is the secret intelligence from the north." A red robe submitted the confidential files that were sent over through the transmission circle in fear.
After Pope Gregory received the report, he immediately opened it and read it carefully. The red-robed bishop was waiting for his orders, ready to pass the Pope's orders to the various dioceses at any time.
"Maltimus has secretly controlled a city in the Schachran Empire near the northwest foot of the Dark Mountain Range, preparing for the blood sacrifice." The pope was slightly shocked. He did not expect that Maltimus, the Lord of Hell, could do such a thing right under his nose. It seemed that the victories and the chaos at the edge of the Dark Mountain Range had blinded the clerics.
Had it not been for the fact that Aradeline accidentally discovered that a hidden sorcerer colluded with devils and was killed, which prompted the dozen parishes in the north to investigate, he probably wouldn't have noticed it until the Lord of Hell arrived.
He was rather angry. Picking up his platinum staff, he rose abruptly and said solemnly, "Summon Ivan and Quentin to the city of Godfrey in the northwest foot of the Dark Mountain Range. I'm going to purge the polluted land in person."
He did not go alone carelessly. After all, his enemy was a demigod. If he defeated Maltimus with heavy losses, it was possible that the stealthy "Silver Moon" would arrive from the sky. Therefore, he summoned two saints to Godfrey. One was at the peak of legendary, and the other was close to the peak of legendary. In such a way, there would be no problem at all.
"Yes, Your Holiness." The red robe began to draft the decree.
Thinking for a moment, Gregory nodded and said, "Also, commend Felix. His investigation this time is fruitful. The punishment of Aradeline's death can be offset."
"As you command, Your Holiness," the red robe replied respectfully.
After leaving his mark on the edict, Pope Gregory stepped into the transmission circle, intending to destroy the Lord of Hell's hope before he arrived.
… …
An hour later, in the sky of Godfrey …
Gregory looked down with a grim expression, not saying a word.
"We're still too late." Ivan, who had brilliant blond hair, scratched his slightly curled nose and said solemnly.
The city below was completely enveloped in blood. Screams of extreme pain that contained other charms could be heard coming from within. As the blood flowed, corpses floated up and down. It was an extremely shocking sight.
In the center of the city, a ferocious gate engraved with the heads of countless demons and humans was slowly disappearing. The strong smell of sulfur filled the air.
Gregory sniffed. "It's not too late. At the very least, Maltimus hasn't escaped from this place yet."
What he was most worried about was that Maltimus would simply run away and cause trouble everywhere instead of fighting him after his arrival. With his strength and his cunningness as a demigod, the God of Truth's "country of faith" would be mired in incessant turmoil, and the sorcerers, dark creatures, and heretical churches that hadn't gone extinct yet would have a chance to catch their breath.
If a demigod was determined to run away as soon as he sensed that something was wrong, things would be very tricky even if he had God's Arrival.
With that said, "He" raised "His" right hand without hesitation and raised the platinum scepter.
"Almighty God of Truth, you are one and all."
"It's an instant, and it's also an eternity."
"It's the creator, and it's the dominator."
Holy light burst out of "His" body and flowed on the surface of "His" body. It was so sacred that nobody dared to look at it directly.
In the meantime, a magnificent, sacred, and otherworldly feeling descended from the uncanny heights and completely covered the entire city.
Inside the city, a fuzzy shadow with goat horns on "His" head suddenly appeared, releasing the terrifying air of evilness and corruption and shaking the lock of "God's Arrival".
Behind "His" back, the nine levels of hell appeared one after another. The bronze castle, the burning city, the silent plain, and so on were almost real.
In all the cities nearby, the believers all knelt and prayed. They were somehow touched and had indescribable warmth and tranquility.
"You are one and all."
"It's an instant, and it's also an eternity."
…
Such prayers had reached the sky of Godfrey City. It was hollow, vast, and shocking.
In the high sky, the projection of Mountain Paradise gradually appeared. Angels and creatures were all kneeling and praying. The hymns were echoing nonstop.
Pope Gregory narrowed his eyes and solemnly swung down the platinum scepter in his hand.
On the seventh level of Mountain Paradise, infinite brilliance burst out and congregated into an ocean of holy light that drowned Godfrey City.
"No!"
Miserable screams came out of the city, and the enormous evil shadow quickly collapsed.
Everything passed very quickly, and the whole city disappeared from the surface of the earth.
Gregory's face was pale, and his right hand that held the platinum staff was shivering beyond his control. However, his voice was still steady. "Felix is commended again. His intelligence is invaluable."
It would've been troublesome if it had been any later.
"As you command, Your Holiness," Ivan and Quentin replied at the same time.
Gregory nodded. "Alright, let's return to the Holy City together."
It seemed that "Silver Moon" wouldn't take action at this moment.
At this moment, Ivan asked concernedly, "Your Holiness, do we need to postpone the 'Highest Conference' next month to next year?"
"That's unnecessary. We'll hold it on time." Gregory examined himself. Seeing that he was fine, he was unwilling to show weakness. After all, he had rested enough years, and he didn't use "God's Arrival" twice in a row this time.
"Alright, Your Holiness." Ivan drew a cross in front of his chest and prayed in a low voice. "Only truth lives forever."
… …
"Oliver has redefined the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water and included gravity. Then, what are the real elements? We need to give a strict definition. I believe that there must be a lot of elements in this world. For example, gold, silver, and sulfur can't be the same element. They don't have many similarities in experiments. " In arcana discussions, Hathaway had never been afraid of exposing her poor linguistic skills. Excitement was vaguely beaming out of her silver eyes.
Douglas nodded. "That's a good idea. I feel enlightened."
Hardly had he concluded his sentence when Fernando walked in gloomily. "The Lord of Hell has been blown back to hell by the pope."
"What happened?" Douglas frowned and asked.
Fernando described the intelligence he just received in detail. In the end, he said, "I thought that the Lord of Hell was up to something. As it turned out, the Lord of Hell had just arrived in secret. However, he failed to keep the secret and was discovered by the Church in advance. What an idiot he is."
"Do you think that the Lord of Hell is really an idiot?" Douglas' calm face had a hint of excitement.
Fernando thought for a moment and had to admit, "He's not an idiot. So …"
He was stunned and stopped talking. He thought of the key point.
Other people might not have been aware of the great scheme that the Lord of Hell had been planning for decades, but Fernando knew it very well!
"Therefore, the fact that the Lord of Hell was blown back to hell by 'God's Arrival' means that the real scheme is coming. Otherwise, the Lord of Hell wouldn't have come in person to distract the pope's attention at the cost of being heavily wounded. In half a year at most, our opportunity will come." Douglas rose abruptly. His excitement had been suppressed, and he looked so calm that other people couldn't help but follow him.
Fernando nodded and agreed with Douglas' inference. Hathaway also stood up and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I'll go back and inform grandpa."
Hoffenberg, the Sword of Truth, was almost four hundred years old. In the fierce battles in the past, he had been heavily wounded many times because of his unstoppable charge. At this moment, he was approaching the last moment of his life. Also, ten years ago, a legendary ritual did not really work and only extended his life for thirty years. Therefore, if the opportunity did not come, the Congress of Magic might lose this firm ally who was disappointed in the Church.
As a king, Hoffenberg could not tolerate the situation of the nobles right now.
"The opportunity has come too early. None of you have advanced into legendary yet. We are still not strong enough." Douglas said with mixed feelings. After the Congress of Magic was established, Fernando and Hathaway burst out their brilliance, and so did Oliver who joined later. They all showed the potential to break into legendary. In the other organizations, thanks to the knowledge that the Congress of Magic disseminated, Vicente, Erica, Owen, Thomas, and Trish also made rapid progress and were praised as future legends. However, time was limited after all, and the new generation of legends hadn't been born yet.
"Hu. In any case, the opportunity has come. We can't avoid it." Even someone as casual as Fernando couldn't help but heave a sigh. If they failed again, they might not be able to rise again.
"Thankfully, Congus and Amanata have both advanced into legendary. Together with the Lord of Frost, the Eye of Curse, and me, we are at least as good as the nobles in Holm." Douglas smiled and comforted them.
Fernando chuckled. "You are a monster who burst out the peak of level-three legendary. It's a pity that it will take you a while to reach the peak."
"The unknowns of the world are as numerous as the stars. For an arcanist, there is never a peak." Douglas replied cleverly.
Hathaway suddenly said, "I've reestablished the 'Will of Elements'."
"Huh?" Fernando looked at her in confusion, not understanding why she wanted to reestablish the 'Will of Elements'. Did she want to break away from the Congress?
"In the future, when the Congress moves from cooperation to integration of other organizations, the 'Will of Elements' can serve as an example." Hathaway thought for a long time and said it quite fluently.
Fernando's lips twitched. "You're really thinking too far ahead …"
However, it was always good to have great hopes.
"Let's not think too much. Be prepared and seize the opportunity!" Douglas took a breath and clenched his right fist subconsciously.
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