220: Chapter 220 Saint Plan 220: Chapter 220 Saint Plan When this gap was opened, everything that followed beca simple.
Just like the growth of a plant, initially it was just a tiny seed in a crevice, but with the nourishnt of sunlight and rain, it eventually took root deeply and blossod fruitfully.
Due to a significant increase in his own strength and the Bishop’s nearly exhausted state, Anvis spent about half a day to successfully maximize the growth of the Twisted Seed.
Afterward, he dissolved the makeshift Flesh Clone that was brought out to pad numbers, no longer intimidating this young Bishop of the Holy Radiance Church.
Just like when he had transford into the ‘Mirror Man’, the so-called Destiny Parasite ritual was also a combination of [Flesh Clone], [Flesh Manipulation], and [Ancient Majesty].
The true Destiny Parasite ritual is extrely complex, with cumberso steps and rare materials needed, and the specific arrangents and procedures of the ritual are almost lost.
Utilizing a faint hint of ntal guiding effect mixed in his words, given the Bishop’s current ntal state, he probably wouldn’t have the ti to distinguish carefully.
However, during the process of planting the Twisted Seed just now, Anvis could clearly feel that Yanile’s ntal resistance was far stronger than other subjects he had implanted the Twisted Seed into before.
He was unsure whether this was due to Yanile’s Eighth Rank strength, or because of his faith being especially firm since he ca from the Holy Radiance Church.
If it had been before absorbing that Sealing, Anvis would not have been sure whether the Twisted Seed could ultimately take shape.
But after absorbing that Sealing, the Ancient Secret Scripture, which had undergone a fundantal upgrade in All Attributes, was already sufficient to face this level of resistance.
Once the Twisted Seed was fully mature, the brim of Anvis’s hood flickered slightly, and he asked the first question.
“Tell , what is your na?”
“Yanile…
My na is Yanile, Your Holiness.”
A flicker of unusual fervor passed through his pale golden eyes, and the golden-haired young Bishop spoke devoutly, as if facing the Divine he had once served wholeheartedly.
“Very well—”
Anvis nodded.
“Then, Yanile, tell , why did you co to this island?”
“For that legendary Holy Object, Your Holiness.”
With his pale golden eyes gazing up at Anvis, Yanile spoke without hesitation, revealing the fundantal reason for his secret visit to the island.
“According to information from the Church’s intelligence agency, there exists a certain unknown and…
secret sect on this island, and they possess the real Old God’s Blood.”
“For these traces left by the ancient beings from between the stars, ever since the foundation of the Holy Radiance Church, the top hierarchy of the Church has been collecting and dealing with these artifacts to prevent them from falling into the hands of the wicked, threatening the Continent.”
“I also ca to this island specifically because, right before leaving, the Archbishop himself personally entrusted with this task.”
With a slight nod, Anvis casually waved his hand through the air, and suddenly the dark Magic Shackles binding the young Bishop’s limbs on the altar vanished.
After moving his limbs, Yanile weakly rose from the rocky altar, his eyes still carrying that faint frenzy.
Watching the golden-haired Bishop stand up, Anvis felt a touch of anticipation within, ready to test the new abilities of the Twisted Seed.
Previously, after the Ancient Secret Scripture absorbed the Seal surpassing Ninth Rank, the Spell effect of the Twisted Seed gained an exceedingly powerful new ability:
It could peek into the mories of the subject, viewing their most vivid scenes, without the subject being aware of it.
Placing an hourglass upside down on the ground, Anvis gently stroked the cover of the Ancient Secret Scripture, slowly concentrating his thoughts, attempting to perceive the position of the now-ford Twisted Seed.
In the Mind Space, three blurry dark green stars suddenly lit up.
As Anvis’s focus prolonged, the brightness of the stars also began to beco clearer.
The other two stars were far from him, and their outlines more blurred, while the third star was very close, exceptionally clear and bright.
Anvis tried to extend his spiritual power, touching the star slightly.
A ring of faint light ripples emanated from the star body, and at the sa ti, his perspective suddenly changed.
The surroundings transford into a solemn Great Cathedral with an unimaginably high vaulted do, surrounded by massive stained glass depicting mythological epics.
He was standing under that massive do, with rich golden sunlight diffusing through the grand windows carved from various magic gemstones, enveloping him and the person in front, making the scene incredibly sacred.
The person in front was a middle-aged man with brown hair wrapped in a deep red solemn robe, with a serious face, enveloped in a faint light.
The mont Anvis saw that face, he imdiately recognized his identity.
[Holy Judgnt] Yogesen, one of the seven Archbishops of the Holy Radiance Church, a Peak Ninth Rank Holy Position.
At this mont, he was opening his mouth to say sothing to Anvis.
“…Go, try to avoid drawing attention along the way.”
Having said that, Yogesen turned around, facing the pristine altar above, the radiant light contained in the cup, and slightly closed his eyes.
“Soon, Yanile, when you bring back the Old God’s Blood, your na will be listed among them, first to receive the Divine Radiance and favor.”
Then, this segnt suddenly blurred, transitioning to a scene on the streets of Holy Song City.
A blonde girl in a deep blue Priest Robe was holding his hand, slowly walking on the street paved with blue rock, seemingly aiding ordinary people.
The girl wore a gentle smile, distributing bread from the magic basket to the surrounding people.
He watched this scene calmly, occasionally waving his hand, emitting speckles of holy radiance, enveloping the people, driving away their diseases.
In front of them, several raggedly dressed commoners showed faces filled with gratitude, continuously bowing in thanks to the two.
Next instant, the scene changed again, turning into a simple white quiet room.
In front was a golden cup holding sacred radiance, he stood there alone, slightly bowing his head, hands crossed on his chest, seemingly praying quietly to the Divine.
However, from the mories erged a very complex emotion, indicating his mood at that ti was not as calm as it appeared.
The trial of a ‘heretic’ during the day was troubling him.
He was reflecting on what truly constitutes justice.
Through these series of mories, Anvis gradually understood the life story of this Bishop.
At the sa ti, in the fragnted and disconnected corners of mory, he caught a subtle term.
—Saint Plan.
This term appeared only once in the Bishop’s mory, but his recollection of it was extrely profound.
At other tis, in the mory scenes about this plan, the characters involved seed sowhat secretive, and the bishop himself seed to have little understanding of the specifics of the plan.
He only vaguely knew that the nature of the plan seed to be related to the power of faith.
.….….
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