NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1266
Chapter 104: God and Godslayer
Golden dragon breath burst forth like a long rainbow arch, heading straight toward the altar without any fuss.
Perhaps because Little Dragon Daughter wasn’t quite used to controlling this power yet, there were minor errors in her aim, but given the massive size of the altar, even a blind shot would certainly hit the target.
Thus, the Pope immediately sprang into action.
He raised his scepter high, as if some strange force field rapidly rose up around the altar, turning into bizarre shadows. The blazing light expelled by Little Dragon Daughter shone upon them, and instead of a substantial collision, it reversed and shot upwards toward the sky with a shriek!
“Boom!!!”
The lashing brilliance accompanied by crackling electricity zipped past, barely missing Xiao Guang, leaving visible distorted marks in the air. That attack was surprisingly blocked without so much as a scratch on the opponent, almost hitting her back instead.
However, Little Dragon Daughter didn’t seem too shocked. A flicker of understanding crossed her golden vertical pupils as she murmured to herself.
“Reflection… no, the direction of the attack has been [reversed]? As expected, it’s already touched upon the power of the law, quite bold for mere ants…”
The sudden attack seemed to alert the Pope of the Church of Truth to something important. Although not all the children were gathered, he no longer hesitated. With a wave of his scepter, large arcs reflecting the light of March shot up from the magic circle, expanding and forming a grand cylindrical formation that enveloped the entire ritual space!
This change seemed to act like a switch, and all the cultists of the Church of Truth standing together with the youngsters inside the magic circle instantly witnessed an incomprehensible miracle, as if they had rehearsed this countless times before. They immediately dropped everything they were doing and fervently knelt to the ground, chanting in unison!
“O boundless sea of azure, reflections beneath the mirror, you reveal the truth of all things, exposing the realities of stars and sun!”
“You are the ruler of laws, the measure of standards; you divide the real from the unreal, you spin the world, shaping a future of infinite miracles!”
“Great Lord, God of Truth, please cast your gaze down upon us, resonate with our reflections, respond to the call of faith, measure the boundaries of reality. We, your followers, shall chant your name in unison, offering everything in gratitude for your divine grace!”
“Oh! Exmont — [God of Upsetting and Inversion]!!!!!!!”
“Buzz~~~~~~”
Light descended from the three moons of the shadow world.
It enveloped the altar, instantly igniting all the magical essential oils and ritual supplies placed around the ceremony in silver-gray flames, like moonlight cascading down, expanding with a thunderous sound!
The “ashes” on all the Church of Truth followers instantly soared into the air, their bodies trembling violently as if mutated. But they simply lay on the ground, fervently praising instead. Countless similar currents surged from afar, rushing towards the altar to join in.
The ripples spread out, casting varied hues onto the thousands of younglings circling around the altar. Except for one little dragon daughter who initially blocked the golden light with her brilliance, even Lenca Dolgon below her was no exception.
This was a filtration, a contagion. All younglings illuminated by that silver-gray light instantly became dazed, their movements halted as if controlled by some power, gazing vacantly at the silver-gray moonlight above the altar, dumbly accepting qualification assessment from the higher power.
The high-dimensional power from the [God] was undoubtedly a form of intense brainwashing that these younglings, whose minds had yet to mature, couldn’t resist. Moreover, since the light itself possessed a similar effect, the result was even clearer.
If exposed to this eerie light for an extended period, it wouldn’t be long before these thousands of younglings turned into even more fervent and devoted followers like those cultists of the Church.
Such is the nature of the divine; even if it’s not their primary intention, any action linked to a [God] has an unimaginably profound impact on ordinary beings.
Soon, several younglings who passed the ritual assessment, seemingly granted permission, stood up with dazed eyes and began to slowly walk toward the altar. These were the ones whose reflections were the most profound, truly qualified to become “Saints.”
Among them, the closest to the altar was a ten-year-old little loli with black hair, dressed in a simple long skirt. She was the first to pass through the shadow force field that seemingly had reflective properties, bathing in the beam of light.
The girl tilted her head slightly, staring blankly at the three moons of the shadow world and their silver radiance, as if some unimaginable power and change was about to descend upon her petite body.
It’s coming.
That is… the color of [blood].
It soaked through the loli’s satin-like black hair, turning it dark red. A pair of delicate bat wings suddenly emerged from her waist, and her pitch-black eyes shifted to crimson vertical pupils, exquisite and luxurious. The simple long skirt was swept away, replaced by an elegant lolita dress, and the little loli raised her hand as if blood was flowing between her palms, converging into a long spear.
Then, she transformed into a blood shadow under the moonlight…
Directly lunging towards the Pope of the Church of Truth, who held the scepter!
“Clang!!!!!!!”
A glorious round shield etched with seven layers of carving patterns materialized at the last possible moment from the card the latter pulled out, narrowly blocking the thrust of the blood-colored spear, producing a high-pitched, resonant clash.
In the next moment, the blood light surged; the round shield was pierced almost halfway through, even showing signs of completely shattering. But the time it bought was sufficient for the Pope to dodge away, avoiding the little loli’s long-planned ambush.
Mid-air, the Pope flung another patterned card, causing a meter-high massive black magic hat to rise up. Without hesitation, he jumped into it, and countless white doves erupted from the hat flying into the sky, before transforming into specks of light that scattered away. The Pope’s figure vanished like a magic trick in that back-and-forth.
Seemingly unsatisfied with the outcome of her recent attack, the little loli in her noble lolita dress waved her blood-colored spear, disdainfully glancing towards the spot where the Pope had disappeared.
“Planning to run away right after we meet?”
“Hahahahaha~”
From somewhere in the air, the Pope’s calm and melodious chuckle echoed, as if his voice resonated throughout the entire ritual space.
“The strongest prince of the blood clan, along with the Holy Lance Longinus, known as [Godslayer], a combination that few dare to confront with their flesh in this world… Lady Lucini Constans.”
As if it were not their first encounter, Lucini didn’t rush to search for the Pope’s real body. She merely took a glance at the golden-haired dragon daughter who had been unharmed all along and had deliberately provoked the Pope to initiate the ritual, then remarked with a voice laced with mirth.
“It seems you’ve already guessed my arrival, but… she was completely unexpected, your [Fortune] card, is about to become ineffective this time, Demos Yang.”