Chapter 705: Chapter 604 All Living Beings Are Innocent_2
Similar to the Savior’s Son, there’s also the subsequent Order Goddess, Mother of Light…Apart from Her, the other Divine deities of the Light Camp are still in slumber.
“Is it an illusion? I even felt a bit awkward.”
In the dim audience, a Big Shot hesitated to speak.
His thought made the other Big Shots who were peeking nod in agreent.
However, this “awkwardness” was quickly shattered because, at this mont, the ultimate Evil, also known as Charles I – the Fallen Avatar expelled by the Child of Light – finally absorbed the last bit of polluted Divinity.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Here it cos, the real “Master” capable of destroying the World, the Fallen Avatar walking on Earth, with a slight movent, he freed himself from the “Mysterious Crack” clinging to his body, unleashing an endless storm of pollution and a flood composed of mutant flesh.
Crack!
At the sa mont, the audience saw dense, tiny cracks appearing on the barrier of the isolated Doomsday World.
Is the deception about to be exposed?
The Big Shots felt a tightening in their hearts, their spines turning cold, and cold sweat breaking out uncontrollably.
Although they all thought Tang Qi’s plan was insane, if the plan failed, the entire Divine Eagle Federation would be destroyed.
They couldn’t imagine what they could do when the “Polluted Master” decided to annihilate the World.
Terrifying visions of Doomsday simultaneously erged in their minds, which could likely be the future.
Just as the audience was extrely tense, familiar symbols representing “Truth” burst from those cracks, and among them, so illusory tentacles appeared that bridged the gaps.
Within the World, sensing the “Fallen self” who was about to destroy the entire World and slaughter his last believers.
The mysterious “Light” above finally made a move.
The Supre Oracle descended at this mont:
“I command you to annihilate the World!”
“When the mission ends, you will be banished!”
“Boom!”
An incredible Divine Light Column descended from above, striking directly on Charles I, whose terrifying body just freed from the crack, was instantly knocked back into the crack, which silently enlarged, his polluted body bursting with sharp claws but unable to prevent it.
He originated from Light; he cannot resist the Light.
Even as ti passed, the Divine Light Column striking him began to waver, sotis thick, sotis faint.
“The Light is very weak!”
As the audience realized this.
Boom!
The Light Column suddenly beca more robust than ever before, and in the next scene within the world:
Polluted, terrifying Charles I was struck by the Light Column, his attempting-to-struggle sharp claws and tentacles were dissolved by the Holy Light, he transford into a massive, wriggling mass of suprely polluted flesh, amidst the wails of countless human faces, was struck into the “Mysterious,” and carried by the Holy Light through multiple barriers, finally banished to an unnad Nihility.
The portal, under the diminishing Holy Light, silently closed.
Is it over?
A catastrophe that could have destroyed the World, just like that, was resolved?
That absurd, incredible, and insane deception actually succeeded?
Although the audience outside the isolated world sowhat anticipated it following the intervention by the Lord of Light, the reality in the end still brought surprise and ecstasy.
With the insight of the Big Shots, it was clear that Charles I, banished to the endless “Mysterious” Nihility, couldn’t possibly be found again, at least not in the near future.
This ant that the disaster was indeed quelled.
At this mont, in the Extraordinary World of the Divine Eagle Federation, several Big Shots who have been tense the entire ti all simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
Those who were not mindful of their image now simply collapsed or excitedly began to call their subordinates to celebrate.
In this atmosphere, the “gap” in the starry sky was slowly closing.
The oracle of Light is still being conveyed; He seems to be narrating the content of the “Holy Blood Book”:
“When the ultimate evil is exiled, a new era shall co.”
“My people, you need not fear, nor panic, for I have forgiven your sins; I am with you, and I will grant you rebirth…”
In this grand voice, the fissure leading to the Bright Kingdom shall close.
Everyone knows that the “Light”, still in a state of half-awakening, has successfully expelled all the polluted self-divinity, but in the process of exiling “Himself”, He has also consud a huge amount of divine power, which makes Him extrely weak.
It seems that He will sleep again, perhaps until the next “Light Festival” arrives?
True believers should, at this mont, be kneeling down, bowing their heads, kissing the land that has been bathed in holy radiance, and chanting deep in their hearts, praising the “Lord’s” grace.
Lancelot, along with the priests, nuns, knights, and bishops behind him whose eyes began to show their readiness to die, did just that.
But at that mont, glimpsed behind them, was a young man in ragged clothes, yet with a robust body, who suddenly stood up, passed through the crowd, and arrived at the place where the brilliance was about to fade. He dug up a piece of clean soil from the ground with both hands.
He molded the soil into a clay tablet; he picked up an unremarkable thorn beside and slit his palm, scattering bright red blood onto the clay tablet; he lifted the tablet high and prayed devoutly:
“My Lord, we are a people of sin, we beseech You, with the fresh blood of believers, to establish a new covenant with You, the Supre.”
“This is a covenant of grace You bestowed upon the believers, a perpetual covenant of the believers serving You.”
“You will forgive our sins!”
“You will grant our souls rebirth, supre courage, the wisdom for survival!”
…
“Your divine blood is the foundation of this covenant, the sacred reliance of this covenant.”
The voice of this “survivor leader” perfectly matched the content of the “Holy Blood Book.”
Indeed, the sacred text recounted that after the Lord of Light had completed the destruction of the world, He would establish a new covenant with the surviving humans, who, once cleansed of sin and evil, shall be granted… rebirth.
Within his prayer’s echo, the portal that was about to close seed to waver montarily before stabilizing.
In the last vanishing ray of holy radiance, a drop of golden blood, imbued with supre divinity, fell.
Plop!
The blood of God fell onto the clay tablet.
Brilliant, inconceivable radiance exploded like a pure, clean “Sun” at that mont. Accompanied by the complete closure of the portal, when the aura of light dissipated, that utterly real Doomsday World also began silently to dissolve.
When the Holy Thorns Tower reerged,
The audience saw that on it, there was no longer any impurity or danger; those ragged, extrely devout survivors had vanished, Lancelot, the priests, nuns, and bishops were all still there, their eyes filled with shock and complexity as they looked ahead.
There, stood three human figures.
Rafael, Jason, and… Tang Qi.
In Tang Qi’s hands, he held a golden clay tablet.
Its make was rough, seemingly kneaded randomly by hands, but the aura and radiance it released were enough to drive everyone mad.
“Holy Covenant!”
Whether it was Lancelot and those believers or the big shots who were rushing from various places.
When their gaze fell on the clay tablet, they could feel a ssage automatically erging deep within their minds.
“I, forgive your sins and will no longer rember your profanity.”
This ssage truly made everyone, seeming to lose the ability to think.
In their minds, especially Lancelot’s and those united with Rafael and Tang Qi, who had deceived their own believers of the Light, a thought was fiercely stirring.
“This is an Absolution Certificate!”
“That wizard, from the ‘Lord of Light’, has brought an absolution certificate for everyone.”
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