After withdrawing from the battlefield, the several legions of the Holy Crown City were badly wounded, but they had sharpened their claws and teeth in the bloody battle. It was almost effortless for them to deal with a group of unworthy priests. Since Han Jin gave the order, it had been less than half an hour since the riot that affected the whole city had subsided. In the square in front of the City Hall, in the barracks, in the two main roads going from north to south, east to west, and other streets, there were corpses of priests and believers everywhere.
The priests were completely dumbfounded by the slaughter. Some of the smarter ones desperately fled to the location of the Holy See, which was not only their spiritual support, but also their shelter.
However, the hundreds of fully armed and highly alert Knights of the Light shattered the clergy's fantasies. The two Paladins, Amyj and Adonis, coldly looked at the crowd that was gathering from all directions. They did not move an inch despite the clergy's curses and pleas. The Knights of the Light formed a wall of steel behind them. They were using their silent language to tell the clergy who were anxious to seek shelter that this path was not to be crossed.
The crisp sound of hooves came from afar. The knights of the Riptide Regiment had arrived. They did not slow down at all. Their raised lances glinted coldly under the moonlight. Without hesitation, they thrust their lances at the panicked priests.
This was the location of the Holy See. If it were other smart people, they would have carefully considered whether they should not use such drastic means.
The commanders of the legions under Han Jin all had their own shortcomings. Some were weak, and some were ignorant of military affairs. However, when it came to carrying out Han Jin's orders, they were more resolute than the other. Lang Ning and Alexandre took it as their duty to obey orders, while Winston and Saxon still had their wild nature. They regarded Han Jin as their boss. If their boss ordered them to kill someone, they would definitely kill. What if they got into trouble? They didn't care so much!
Flowers of blood blossomed one after another. The priests and believers were either stabbed by the knights' lances or knocked down by the heavily armored warhorses. Then, they were trampled into meat paste by the iron hooves that came one after another as they struggled helplessly and howled.
The killing field was less than thirty meters away from the Knights of Light. Seeing the priests being slaughtered in front of their eyes, the Knights of Light suffered a great psychological impact. Many knights clenched their Knight's spears, but they didn't have the courage to rush out and stop it. Of course, this was also because they hadn't received the order. If Adenis had nodded, they would have already rushed out. Although the actions of the priests in front of them were shocking, they should be punished by the Holy See. No one else had the right to interfere with the internal affairs of the Holy See.
Some of the priests who panicked and didn't know where to go rushed toward Amij and Adenis, but halfway there, Riptide's Knights caught up. One by one, they fell into a pool of blood. One of the priests who ran the fastest had already reached the head of Amij's horse. Just as he stretched out his arms and begged for Amij's help, another Knight caught up and mercilessly swung his Knight's spear. Blood splattered all over Amij's boots.
A small commotion broke out among the Knight of Light. This was too much. They were simply ignoring Lord Amij's existence!
Amij's expression remained calm. He didn't look at the Knight who almost collided with him. Instead, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The Knight of Light suddenly felt his vision darken. A huge figure had appeared above them at some point, blocking the bright moonlight and casting them into a shadow. Then, Riptide's charging formation stiffened. Many Knights forcibly reined in their horses and raised their Knight's spears. Knights usually did this to show their obedience and respect to their superiors.
A figure walked out of Riptide's charging formation and slowly approached the gates of the Holy See. When he saw the person, Amij let out an imperceptible sigh. Then, he slowly retracted his right arm and raised his Knight's spear to his side.
The moment the figure appeared, not only Amij, but most of the Knight of Light recognized him. After the first conflict between Han Jin and Aude, the Knight of Light and the Bishop of Light had done a lot of homework in order to avoid a similar situation from happening again. At the very least, they had to ensure that they could recognize Han Jin at any time and place.
Moreover, Han Jin didn't want to hide anything now. Instead, he wore a suit of tailored armor and a heavy cloak that carried an invisible pressure. The most eye-catching thing was the Knight's shield on Han Jin's left arm. The Knight's shield was engraved with a lion with wings. In the light, it seemed to be alive, as if it could jump out at any time. Han Jin also had a pendant around his neck. A miniature angel statue was hanging in front of Han Jin's chest, emitting a terrifying holy aura.
When Amij raised his Knight's spear, Adonis slowly turned around and stared deeply at Amij. However, Amij didn't seem to feel Adonis' stare. His eyes didn't blink, as if he was looking at Han Jin who was getting closer and closer. It was as if he was looking through everyone's bodies, through the city, and into nothingness.
In a few breaths' time, Han Jin was less than ten meters away from Amij and Adonis. Veins popped out on the back of Adonis' hand, and his face kept changing, as if he was struggling with something.
Only a few dozen Radiant Knights followed Amij and raised their spears. Most of the Radiant Knights were staring at Adonis' back. When Han Jin had asked Amij to lead a group of Radiant Knights to accompany the army, his main purpose was to let Amij establish his prestige. However, the plan had changed. After the Dragon Field attacked the Vatican, the Knights of Faith immediately returned to the Vatican. Amij didn't have the chance or time to organize his Radiant Knights.
Seeing that Han Jin was getting closer and closer, the statue-like Amij suddenly moved and turned his head to look at Adonis. These two Knight Paladins, one old and one young, were very interesting. Earlier, it was Adonis who was looking at Amij, and Amij pretended not to know anything. Now, it was Adonis' turn to remain silent.
Finally, when the distance between the two sides was reduced to five meters, Adonis slowly raised his Knight's spear. However, his movements were very slow, as if there was a heavy object hanging from the tip of the spear.
Han Jin didn't look at Adonis or Amij. He directly walked past them.
Adonis smiled bitterly and gestured for the Knights of Light to make way. He didn't care about Han Jin's attitude towards him. He had rushed here as soon as the riot broke out, and of course, he was here to talk to the Holy See. In the entire Holy See, other than Jeddes, there was only one other person who was qualified to talk to Han Jin.
The Radiant Knights moved aside like a stream of water, and the cardinals behind them also moved aside. The distance from the Vatican's main building to the gate was about a few hundred meters. This road was where the last of the Vatican's elite forces and inheritors were gathered. Han Jin had an illusion that he was back on the battlefield, facing the Behemoth warriors who were fighting with their backs to the wall. He knew that as long as Adolf gave the order, these believers would unleash a frenzy that would not be any weaker than the Behemoth warriors.
Han Jin wasn't tall, and he didn't pretend to walk. His footsteps were very light, like a breeze, like a passerby that could be ignored. However, countless eyes stared at Han Jin without blinking, their gazes full of reverence. With every step Han Jin took, the true believers felt their hearts grow heavier.
Raphael, this young lord, is not to be trifled with!
This was the consensus of all the believers. Killing the Blood Clan's ancestor Alquete, killing the Dragon City's elder Maxwell, severely injuring the Holy Knight Aude, and facing the siege of the Golden Blood Clan alone. All of this was enough to prove how strong and decisive this handsome young man was. Before Han Jin walked in, the believers had always believed that the Ascetic Adolf's power was definitely above Han Jin's, and had to be above Han Jin's, so there was no need for them to worry or be afraid. However, now that Han Jin was exuding such a carefree aura, their willpower was wavering. Could it really be possible? Could Adolf really control this young man? If not, then the rebellious priests had already caused a disaster. Who would bear the terrible anger?!
After a while, Han Jin had already walked to the front of the main building. The few Knights of Light who were guarding the door showed a look of fear. Should they block him or not? They weren't afraid that they would be severely injured by Han Jin like the Holy Knight Aude. Even if they were to die, they wouldn't be afraid. However, now that the conflict had become so intense, if they were to do anything extreme, it would be very likely that things would get out of hand.
If everyone could only be responsible for their own actions and not implicate others, then the place where Han Jin walked would already be littered with corpses. This was because the believers believed that Han Jin was here to settle accounts with Adolf. However, they couldn't bring destruction to the supreme faith. Compared to the inheritance of the Holy See, not only them, but also the lives of the Ascetic Adolf were negligible.
Before the few Knights of Light could react, Han Jin had already slowly walked up the stairs and gently pushed the door open.
The door was filled with stars, and the moonlight poured down like water. In the battle of the Dragon Field attacking the Holy See, the roof of the main building had almost completely collapsed. The stone slabs that should have been as smooth as a mirror were covered with dust. There were also countless bricks of different sizes and thick and thin beams. It was a mess. The giant statue of the Archangel Alpha in the middle was also severely damaged. Several pairs of wings were incomplete, and only half of its head was left.
Not knowing whether it was because of the lack of funds or the lack of energy, the main building had not been repaired. Or perhaps Adolf had deliberately preserved this place as a warning to future generations?
A thin figure stood in front of the collapsed main seat, looking up at the sky. It seemed that the attraction of the starry sky was far greater than the uninvited guest behind him.
Han Jin slowly walked over the broken debris and walked to the side of the figure. He also raised his head and looked at the starry sky. Their eyes flickered at the same time.
Demigod rank powerhouses were already the strongest existences in the continent. Any two Demigod rank powerhouses walking together would become a special event. However, the two parties involved didn't have this awareness. One was like a light and agile wind, while the other was like still water without ripples. It was as if they couldn't see each other at all.
After an unknown period of time, Han Jin smiled and slowly withdrew his gaze from the starry sky. At this time, a statue not far in front of him attracted his attention. He stepped forward and saw a line of words engraved on the base of the statue. The first sentence was half destroyed, as if it had been engraved from somewhere. However, the last sentence was very clear. Towards eternity!
"I like this sentence." Han Jin said lightly. His fingertips brushed across the line of words. A slight cracking sound was heard, and the hard stone under Han Jin's fingertips turned into smoke and dust. Soon, the line of words was completely erased.
This was a provocation!
I like it, so others can't like it? Or, I like it, so others don't deserve to like it? Or, Alpha the Archangel doesn't deserve it? As the head of the angels, why doesn't Alpha the Archangel deserve it? Is it because he's just a lackey or something? Han Jin's action was simple, but his intention was unclear. However, he obviously did not care what Adolf thought.
Adolf's gaze moved down little by little. He did not stop Han Jin's rude action, but only quietly stared at Han Jin's back.
Han Jin's fingertips suddenly stopped there. His heart was touched by something inexplicable. Eternity …
The original motivation of cultivation came from the reluctance and attachment to life. However, reluctance and attachment obviously did not have the profound meaning of 'eternity'. Could it be that cultivation was just to have endless life? Han Jin's mind exploded at this moment. Countless thoughts flooded into his mind. Why? Why was the body that carried thoughts so fragile?! Birth, aging, illness, and death, earthquakes, landslides, floods, storms, and the killing and persecution of the same kind. All kinds of natural and man-made disasters could easily cause one or even countless flowers of life to wither. Even if there were a thousand kinds of joy, how could that shallow nourishment compare to the depth of suffering?!
Han Jin seemed to have caught something, but at the same time, he seemed to be confused. His body was stiff and motionless, as if he was another statue, reflecting the afterimage of Alpha, the Archangel of Power.
The light in Adolf's eyes gradually dimmed. Then, he slowly closed his eyes. "Do you think … you've won?"
"I don't want to do anything to the Holy See, so there's no need to talk about winning or losing." Han Jin came to his senses. He withdrew his fingertips and calmly replied.
"Is that so … Then why did you waste so much effort?" Adolf's eyes were still closed. However, he was too old. His eyebrows and eyelashes had almost all fallen off. His face and forehead were covered with deep wrinkles, as if someone had cut his face countless times. As a result, his closed eyelids disappeared into the wrinkles, making it impossible to accurately determine the position of his eyes. This scene was extremely weird. If it was not Han Jin who was talking to him, but an ordinary girl, she would probably be scared out of her wits.
"I don't think it's very difficult." Han Jin smiled. It was stupid to deny what he had done in front of Adolf. Not only did he look down upon Adolf, but he also looked down upon himself.
"To be exact, most of the people who died tonight were from the Holy Crown City. If the same thing happens several times, the prosperous Holy Crown City will be ruined in your hands." Adolf said slowly. "You really don't regret it?"
"If this can curb your ambition, it's worth it to pay a price." Han Jin's eyes were full of playfulness as they fell on Adolf's bare feet. He had heard from Solomon that Adolf had the Saint's Boots. Was this the reason why Adolf was always barefoot?
"Ambition? Haha … "Adolf couldn't help but chuckle." Then, isn't it better to be thorough? "
Han Jin was stumped. He knew what Adolf meant. Of course, a dead person would not have any ambition. However, the problem was that he didn't want to completely fall out with the Holy See. In the process of fighting against the Abyss World, in the process of his expansion, he needed the Holy See's help. Moreover, he admired Jeddes from the bottom of his heart. It would be a tragedy to hurt such a pure person, a pure believer, or even be hurt.
"I know that you gave Amijay some magical magic scrolls that allowed him to increase his strength faster." Adolf said softly.
"Yes," Han Jin replied casually.
"You also helped Jeddes, and you didn't have the intention to completely destroy the Holy See today. In other words, you need help, you need a stronger Holy See?" Adolf let out a low laugh. "So, the one with ambition isn't me, it's you …"
"Me?" Han Jin shrugged. "You still don't know me. I'm not interested in power."
"You're deliberately confusing my question. To you, a moderately strong Holy See is a suitable weapon." Adolf slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright. He looked very young, and could even be said to be full of childlike innocence. It was a sharp contrast to his skin. "Otherwise, why didn't you give the magic scrolls to Adonis and Aude?"
"Because I like Amijay," Han Jin laughed. "It's my thing, and I can give it to whoever I want. Isn't that wrong?"
"Your tone … sounds a bit like a child in a fit of pique." Adolf said softly, "Also, if you really don't care about power, why must you reject the glory of God?"
"I like to be in charge of myself. This is my habit."
"This isn't a good habit. A person without faith is scary, you know? You're living next to the devil. "Adolf smiled.
"Sometimes, an overly stubborn belief is even scarier than the devil," Han Jin replied faintly. "For example, the former Pope, Tuya!"
"What faith did he have?" Adolf said in a sarcastic tone. "He was just like you, there was only desire in his heart!"
"He was determined to spread God's glory across the entire continent. Isn't this a desire in itself?" Han Jin smiled. "In fact, living under God's glory doesn't seem to be as beautiful as the teachings say."
Adolf was silent for a moment. "That's because God's will needs to be fulfilled through people."
"You mean …" Han Jin paused and laughed out loud. "It's always because of the wrong people that problems arise. It has nothing to do with God. God is never wrong. It's only people who are wrong?"
Adolf didn't answer, but his eyes gradually became stern.
"Sir Adolf, as the owner of the Holy Crystal, you should know where your power comes from." Han Jin smiled freely, but his eyes were as sharp as knives. "Also, do the high and mighty gods really only know how to give alms and not ask for anything in return?!"
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