Chapter 437: Chapter 418 Blasphemy 4000 words!
Tang Qi, controlling Diana, whose Divine Radiance was about to explode, nearly slain Mrs. Anderson who stood by his side.
But in the end, he forcibly suppressed the urge.
Like other Transcendents, Tang Qi was fixated on the cascade of light and shadows, and the scene above Second Holy City.
Over thirty angels were holding up the “Ancient Throne,” attempting to transfer Leckter seated upon it to the mysterious starry sky.
This was indeed the most common path to divinity handed down from the ignorant and Dark Ages.
Not only the Lord of Light did so, but other Divines also used the power of belief to hold up the Throne, achieving Divinity under the witness of All Spirits within the starry sky.
Thus, the entire Federation’s Mysterious Side was boiling with excitent at this mont.
They all believed they were witnessing history.
“If Leckter succeeds, he will beco a part of the Myth, but he is bound to fail!”
Such a thought erged unwaveringly in Tang Qi’s mind.
At the sa ti, he vaguely realized.
Could this scene… be a deceit?
That highly-rated “MH-046” prophecy could not have such a huge discrepancy.
From nine angels lifting the Throne to a multitude of angels?
Moreover, the “Angel Fetus” inside Mrs. Anderson’s womb had also not transford into an angel at this mont.
“Is this a deceit, aid to bait the Church into revealing its trump cards?”
“Perhaps, the dead fetus inside Mrs. Anderson is the ninth angel…”
A strong premonition swept over Tang Qi.
He guessed sothing!
Yet Tang Qi still dared not make a move.
Though Diana was a Demigod-level Artifact, he himself was not; he couldn’t fully utilize Diana’s power and likely only had one chance to act.
Failure could lead to major troubles.
Especially at this mont, that terrifying life-and-death crisis was still present in his senses, even more dangerous than before.
Fortunately, Diana was just a “Corpse” without a heartbeat or any other tabolism, as if non-existent, Mrs. Anderson could not detect her, which gave Tang Qi ti to patiently wait.
“The official and the Church will not allow Leckter to attain Divinity!”
“The first Divine being in the era of the Spiritual Tide Return should not co from the chaotic and Evil Camp.”
It seed to confirm the unwavering thoughts in Tang Qi’s mind.
The next second, as Leckter’s Throne was lifted towards the starry sky, guarded by the “Sea of Evil Flowers” and the “Ancestor Spring.”
In Eagle’s Nest City, an extrely ancient-looking soup kitchen with mottled bricks, whose existence spanned many years, suddenly opened its doors.
A black old man dressed in Evangelist robes stepped out.
His hair and beard were snow-white, and his aged-spotted skin was no less prominent than “York Sims”; holding a book in both hands, the compassion and rcy in his eyes seed to overflow, even as the blasphers were about to bruise the face of the Bright Church, no trace of resentnt could be seen in his eyes.
“Evangelist?”
Tang Qi could tell his Profession by his attire.
And Rafael, forthrightly uttered his na, just as surprised as when he saw the Thorny Sword Saint.
“The Last Preacher, Kenneth Graham, vanished in the Dark Age, slaughtering the Evil Demons from the Exotic Realm in a Demigod form, thus cooking at porridge for the Believers before returning to Heaven that sa night.”
As Rafael’s voice echoed, the preacher had already opened the book most Believers of the Bright Church held, the “Saints’ Gospels.”
He looked compassionately at the Believers tornted by the pollution of the Angel’s Blood, and at the cold angels.
The next mont, a voice full of compassion resounded throughout Eagle’s Nest City.
“Those who believe in My Lord can rest peacefully in their hearts.”
“Boom!”
Just as the sacred radiance was about to erupt, suddenly, two projections exploded, casting the images of Jiatai City and Delaware City, respectively.
In Jiatai City’s Central Cathedral, suddenly a portal opened, and a Holy Knight draped in Armor and radiating Light, with a Knight Sword hanging by his side as if coming from Heaven, after his glance t with the more than thirty rampaging angels, suddenly surged with a terrifying intent to kill.
“Holy Judgnt Knight Lancelot!”
The explanation from Rafael ca while the knight from Heaven had already drawn his sword.
“My Lord said, I co not to bring peace on the earth, but to bring a sword.”
“Boom!”
In Delaware City, in front of Saint Teresa Hospital’s plaza, a statue of a nun suddenly emitted an imnsely holy radiance, appearing to co to life, sighing gently, an old, compassionate voice also resonated in the next mont.
“God loves the world!”
…
The last one didn’t need an introduction from Rafael; it was clearly not a roused strong being but a transformation of a Demigod-level Artifact.
When the Thorny Sword Saint acted at the last mont, an imnse Federation was almost swept by a “Great Horror.”
Four holy, terrifying radiance, from four directions, sliced through.
Like four “Radiant Walls” with hardly any gaps, perfectly fused together, enveloping all the angels, including Leckter on the Throne inside.
One could almost guess, including “York Sims”, the four figures were all of Demigod Level.
Strong enough to allow any Extraordinary Organization to join the ranks of the powerful lines in one night, or an Artifact, were successively awakened within a minute at the Bright Church.
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