Just as Noirciel was about to throw herself into Baiyi's arms due to inertia and let him experience the softness of a beautiful maiden's body, a (^ ▽ ^) expression appeared on his visor. Suddenly, an invisible light screen appeared between the two of them, and Baiyi felt as if he had slammed into a wall. He was sent flying backward, spinning a few times in the air before he finally came to a stop, and he almost fell to the ground. The plushie slipped out of his hand when he was hit, but Noirciel managed to catch it. She brought it to her face and gently rubbed it against her cheeks.
The other three Voidwalkers wanted to laugh, but they dared not. They could only laugh in their hearts and clap their hands in glee. They wondered if there was anyone else who felt the same way.
Baiyi flew back to Noirciel's side awkwardly. Suppressing his embarrassment, he said in a serious tone, "It seems that Lulu has left a deep impression on you. I know that you want to find Mia, but this is not the place to talk. Please, come with me."
"Okay," Lulu, who was still rubbing her kitten plushie, nodded in a daze.
Just as Baiyi was lamenting how gullible the angel was, the rest of the Church's entourage had arrived. It was a squad of paladins clad in silvery-white armor, and each of them had a pair of wings made of light behind their backs. With the help of the wings, the paladins flew into the air and surrounded Baiyi's group from multiple directions.
Noirciel looked at the paladins' wings. Although she knew that they were different from her own wings, she could not help but feel envious.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind the paladins. "Lady Noirciel, we're here to support you. Are you alright?" Looking in the direction of the voice, it was a messy old man with a pair of wings on his back. He was wearing a tattered robe. Such a shabby appearance did not match the gorgeous light wings on his back at all.
One of the Voidwalkers, who was shrouded in a black robe, immediately covered his face, as though he could not bear to look at it.
This old man was Saint Jonah, who was sent by the Church this time. He was born in a family of devout believers. His parents purposely chose two syllables from the names of Saint Joel and Saint Yura as his name. He was also a great admirer of the two saints who walked the path of ascension through asceticism and redemption. He had always been imitating the two saints.
When Noirciel rushed out of the carriage and spread her wings of light in the air, he was the first to come to his senses. He immediately grabbed the High Priest's collar and demanded an explanation. "Why did you not make a sound after the angel descended?" Why wasn't there a corresponding ceremony? Why did they only send so few people to deal with that demon?
Faced with the barrage of questions, the high priest impatiently broke free from Jonah's grasp and replied, "This is all the Pope's arrangement. He will explain everything to you after the operation, Brother Jonah." He emphasized the word "cultivator" to remind the Saint that what he was doing was against the status of a superior and a subordinate.
After all, a saint was just a title, not an administrative position such as a bishop or a priest. Jonah, on the other hand, insisted on not accepting any position in the church because he wanted to follow the path of ascension of his two idols. Thus, he was still a normal cleric. According to the rules, he could not offend the High Priest.
"Lady Noirciel is in danger like never before. Please bring your men to her aid as soon as possible!" The High Priest continued.
The saint had no choice but to hold back his questions. He cast the theurgy invented by his idol and gave every paladin a pair of wings. In an instant, the paladin looked like a playful blue moon. Then, they rushed in the direction where Noirciel had disappeared.
Speaking of this divine spell, it was a Saintess named Laeticia. Saint Jonah had spent some time with her to learn divine spells, and he had a very good impression of Laeticia. She was such a beautiful, lovely, and devout girl! But recently, he heard that she was on the verge of falling to the demon's side. She dared to disobey the Church's summons? It seemed that the demon, Hope, had completely tainted her! At the thought of this, the evil scene of Laeticia dressed in black armor and robes appeared in Jonah's mind. As she burned the holy flag with flames, she laughed out loud. Apart from feeling pained, he naturally hated the culprit to the bone.
That was why the saint had mixed feelings as he flew over. On one hand, he felt guilty and ashamed of the angel's neglect, but on the other hand, he was very excited. He could finally use the angel's power to burn the demon into ashes!
However, when he arrived at the scene, he found that the battle did not unfold as he had expected. Both sides seemed to be in a stalemate.
Perhaps it was because Noirciel was too stupid, but it took her a long time to react. She finally realized that she should explain the situation, so she turned to the paladins and said, "This is Hope, Mia's father, the man Lulu admires. Now, I'm going with him to find my salvation. The rest of you can leave now."
These illogical, inexplicable, yet lethal words were like Medusa's demonic eyes, petrifying the people of the Church in an instant.
They all knew who Hope was. Mia was his student, right? How did he become her father? And who the hell was Lulu? What was the point of following a demon in search of salvation? Was she an angel or a fallen angel? Didn't the term 'fallen angel' only appear in forbidden books written by unscrupulous scholars? There was no such thing as a fallen angel in the Church's scriptures!
Noirciel retracted her angelic aura and reverted back to that of a little girl. She even took Baiyi's hand and looked up at him. "Let's go, shall we?"
At first, when she stretched her hand out, Baiyi was a little worried that the invisible barrier would knock him away again. Instead, the pair of fair, soft hands slipped into his palm smoothly. They were warm and soft, no different from a normal girl's.
'Tsk tsk. I didn't expect the plan to go so smoothly. Why is this girl taking the initiative? It must be Lulu's influence on her, right? ' Baiyi thought. Because of Mia, Lulu had always treated him as a reliable elder, so it was only natural for her to be so close to him. He turned to the two Voidwalkers who had followed him here, but who had covered themselves with black robes, and said, "I'll leave the rest to you two."
With that, he beckoned the Charlatan Walker to leave. 'Are you planning to kidnap an angel right under the nose of the Church?'
The two valiant paladins immediately charged at Baiyi. Baiyi and the angel, on the other hand, were unfazed, as if they were nothing more than air.
The black-robed Voidwalker let out a heavy sigh and said, "God said that one should not wield one's sword against the innocent."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two paladins' wings of light shattered into specks of light and vanished into thin air. Without the support of their wings, the paladins fell to the ground like two heavy weights.
"How is this possible?!" Saint Jonah looked at Baiyi and the angel as they left, and he asked the classic antagonist question. Then, he turned to the black-robed Voidwalker and asked, "Demon's minions, how did you dispel the theurgy that I cast?"
The Voidwalker did not answer his question. Instead, he sincerely advised, "I think we should just call it a day. That dog of a — oh, no, I mean, Principal Hope doesn't want to look into this. That's why he left the two of us to deal with the two of you. He's letting you off the hook."
"Bullsh * t!" Saint Jonah said angrily. Then, he declared, "God said, 'Punish the wicked!'" Saint Jonah's holy energy surged, and two golden lightning bolts descended from the sky and struck the two Voidwalkers.
This move was called Divine Word: Judgement. It was a special attack against demons, demons, heretics, liches, and other evil creatures. It could deal fatal damage to them. It was the most powerful killing move the Church had against evil other than the Void Banishment! At the same time, it was easy to chant, quick to activate, and impossible to defend against. Other than the fact that it could only be activated within the Church's territory and consumed a lot of energy, it was much more useful than any other forbidden spell. At least, that was what the Church thought.
Saint Jonah had used such a powerful killing spell right from the get-go, and he had used up half of his holy energy. He would have to pray for at least a year before he could fully recover. One could only imagine how angry he was right now. His only regret was that the spell did not land on the devil.
"Now that they've been hit by Divine Word: Judgement, they must have turned into ashes, right?" Jonah murmured as he looked at the two Voidwalkers, who were still being struck by the golden lightning bolts.
However, what happened next was enough to shatter his worldview. The golden lightning bolts, which were as thick as a waterfall, began to change rapidly. They became thinner and softer until they turned into two beams of warm golden light that shone on the two Voidwalkers like spotlights.
The Voidwalker, who had not found a chance to speak, said to his companion, "Now I know why you never used this spell in the past. It's not useful at all!"
"Don't talk nonsense. How can I use it in the abyss?" The Voidwalker who had dispelled the divine spell retorted.
Saint Jonah's mouth was wide open as he watched the scene. In his mind, he vaguely remembered the other advantage of this powerful divine spell. There was no need to worry about friendly fire. This divine spell would not cause any harm to devout believers.
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