National Guardian's Gone and We're Done Chapter 310 - 309: As Expected of One of the Bright Holy See

At this point, anyone could see it.

Qian Jia’s Spiritual Power attacks were like a persistent shadow—insidious, unpredictable, and incredibly difficult to deal with.

One careless mistake and you could fall under her control, becoming a puppet in her hands, your life and death determined entirely by her whim.

But aside from this monstrous ability, Qian Jia seed to lack any ans of self-preservation or physical offense.

Facing the Angel summoned by Archbishop Guerrero of the Bright Holy See,

she was rendered completely powerless by its ability to traverse space in an instant.

Furthermore, while enveloped by the Angel, Guerrero was under the protection of its Angel Power.

He seed to be immune to Qian Jia’s Spiritual Power attacks.

This ti, Qian Jia was truly in danger.

However, to everyone’s surprise,

after a brief mont of panic that left her pale, Qian Jia quickly composed herself.

Her expression beca indifferent once more, and a faint, mocking smile even played on her lips.

Many of the expert observers noticed this subtle change in her expression,

and they all began to frown inwardly.

’Does Qian Jia have another trump card she hasn’t shown?’

Guerrero, still protected by the Angel Power, naturally noticed the change in Qian Jia’s expression as well.

But he couldn’t imagine what thod she could possibly have to escape this predicant.

"This ti, Qian Jia will surely die," Xiao Cangqing muttered, staring venomously at the young woman’s figure in the sky.

’These people from the Human Race Supremacy Association are far too dangerous. They must be killed.’

Besides, Xiao Cangqing had his own little sche in mind.

The Archbishop of the Bright Holy See was now personally confronting an expert from the Human Race Supremacy Association.

If Qian Jia truly died at the hands of Archbishop Guerrero,

it would an the Bright Holy See and the Human Race Supremacy Association were now in total opposition, as irreconcilable as fire and water.

One of the two factions would have to suffer severe losses, or even be annihilated, for this conflict to end.

The existence of the Bright Holy See had always been a stumbling block for the Vampire Clan.

In order to build up significant influence in the Lighthouse Empire and other regions,

mbers of the Bright Holy See would hunt down a few mbers of the Vampire Clan every now and then,

earning them the cheers and adoration of the masses.

Even though the ones who died were mostly small fry from the Vampire Clan, it still infuriated Xiao Cangqing.

After all, he was now an Ancestor Level existence, both within the Vampire Clan and in the eyes of the outside world.

However, when Xiao Cangqing had previously tried to barge into the Bright Holy See’s territory to carry out a massacre,

he had sensed a terrifying fluctuation of aura the mont he reached the Bright Holy See’s Divine Hall.

The fluctuation was so powerful that Xiao Cangqing had no doubt he would die there if he dared to make a move.

Moreover, his re appearance had quickly alerted the experts within the Divine Hall.

So, without a mont’s hesitation, Xiao Cangqing had turned and fled.

Fortunately, the power of the Vampire Clan also granted them an advantage in speed,

and with the full force of his Bloodline Power propelling him,

Xiao Cangqing had managed a harrowing but safe escape from the Bright Holy See’s domain.

Ever since then, Xiao Cangqing had grown wary of the Bright Holy See’s power.

So, seeing the confrontation between Archbishop Guerrero, the representative of the Bright Holy See, and Qian Jia of the Human Race Supremacy Association escalate to this point, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of delight.

He just hoped the Bright Holy See and the Human Race Supremacy Association would hurry up and break out into all-out war,

allowing him, the Ancestor of the Vampire Clan, to be the oriole that preys on the mantis stalking the cicada.

He could also take the opportunity to see just how formidable the hidden, unrevealed powers of the Bright Holy See and the Human Race Supremacy Association truly were.

Just as the vast majority of onlookers believed that Qian Jia was dood to die at Archbishop Guerrero’s hands,

"Spatial Imprisonnt!"

An ethereal yet majestic voice echoed silently through the still, almost frozen void.

It was like the whisper of an ancient deity, transcending the shackles of ti and space.

This simple two-word Spell was like the universe’s most exquisite key. With a soft turn, it unlocked invisible shackles,

causing the once empty and intangible void to blossom into a breathtaking scene.

In an instant, a mysterious power gave substance to the formless air,

transforming it into a dense, orderly array of cubes.

These cubes were crystal clear, radiating a beauty of order while possessing an undeniable hardness.

They stacked and combined at an incredible speed,

ultimately forming a towering mountain-like pagoda constructed from space itself.

Beneath this pagoda, the Angel that had been soaring through the sky, wreathed in holy light,

was now tightly bound by this sudden spatial prison.

The Angel’s wings beat gently against the air, each struggle a silent protest.

However, its massive body grew increasingly helpless within the cage woven from cubes.

The soft, holy light on its surface began to fluctuate chaotically.

The halo above its head flickered frequently, like a startled star,

each flicker seemingly expressing its inner fear and unwillingness to yield.

And just then, an even more shocking change occurred.

In the seemingly calm void behind the Angel, a deep, boundless spatial rift suddenly tore open.

It expanded silently, like a giant maw in the darkness, ready to devour everything.

The edges of the rift were exceptionally sharp, like blades forged from the purest void,

slicing through all surrounding rules and order.

Within the rift lay endless darkness and chaos, from which occasional whimpers erged,

like whispers from the abyss that chilled the heart and made the soul tremble.

As the rift widened, the cubes of space began to move slowly, pushing the Angel step by step toward that unknown abyss.

The Angel’s every attempt to resist seed insignificant.

The scene was both terrifying and bizarre.

If this continued, it could only watch helplessly as it was pushed by the pagoda of cubes, destined to disappear into the endless darkness of the spatial rift.

At this mont, the expression of Archbishop Guerrero of the Bright Holy See changed drastically.

He began to chant a prayer once more: "God, I offer my hands, my feet, my eyes, my tongue, my thoughts, my spirit, my soul, and my all. May Your will be done in my life.

I beseech God for rcy, forgiveness, and guidance. I resolve to pursue justice and good deeds, and I long for peace..."

From the zenith of the firmant, a sliver of unprecedentedly holy white light

spilled from a gate of hope that had torn open in the sky, descending without deviation

to precisely envelop Archbishop Guerrero.

This light was pure and dazzling, a convergence of the radiance of all the world’s positive emotions.

It pierced through layers of gloom and terror, bringing an incredible sense of tranquility to this space shrouded in strange phenona.

Bathed in this sudden radiance, Archbishop Guerrero’s

figure was coated in a layer of sacred golden brilliance.

His brow, which had been tightly furrowed due to the spatial anomaly, relaxed slightly at this mont.

As the white light continued to pour in, the surrounding anomaly was suppressed by an invisible force.

The cubes that had been madly stacking themselves beca slow and heavy under the light’s illumination.

Their movents were no longer so unpredictable; instead, they began to co to a gradual halt with a strange rhythm.

Even the edges of the deep spatial rift seed to blur under the light,

the whimpering sounds gradually subsided, and even the abyss itself seed to feel a sense of awe at that mont.

The halo surrounding Archbishop Guerrero and the white light descending from the sky complented each other,

creating a breathtaking scene.

He slowly raised his hands, as if feeling this gift from the heavens, and also as if in prayer and response.

"As expected of one of the Bright Holy See’s top combatants. To think he can still break free under these circumstances."

Xiao Cangqing said, a hint of reluctance in his voice.