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"When did Ah Guang start manifesting himself?"
He picked up his crown, walked to the prayer bench, sat down, looked up at the benevolent statue of God of Light, and read the letter again with great confusion.
"Hey, that's really strange. I've known this guy for almost seventy or eighty years, how come I've never seen anything like this before?"
The Pope put down the letter and shivered.
"Could there be something unclean in the Holy City...? Hmm, no wonder I've been getting up at night so often lately..."
He put on the crown and cast four or five purification spells in the chapel before he felt at ease.
"Hehe, as expected, getting older makes you more prone to superstition, don't you think, Ah Guang?"
The Pope looked at the statue of the Holy Light, which remained unchanged, and fell into deep thought.
The reason he dared to call the statue of the God of Light "A-Guang" was not because he lacked reverence for the God of Light, but because he had carved the statue himself, hammer blow by hammer blow.
The history of the God of Light is certainly not just a few decades long, but the creation of the Holy City from scratch was basically facilitated by him. For the Pope, the God of Light is not only a deity he worships, but also an old friend who has long been as important as his own life.
The Church of Light does not exist because of the God of Light, but because there are so many people who turn towards the light, the church and the God of Light came into being.
However, perhaps because it does not exist in the first place, even though there is a God of Light in history, the Pope has never been able to communicate with it. Only after infusing it with enough divine power will this God of Light, who has no divine sense, perform certain miracles.
"But there was no divine decree..."
The Pope sighed. He had long believed that this was the way mortals and gods communicated, but after learning about the gods of Janium, he realized that gods should be able to communicate with humans.
Thus, various ideas to verify the existence of the God of Light were put into practice one by one, but unfortunately they all failed. Only the conjecture about creating the God of Light remained, and the Pope and Jennifer and a few other core knights were still trying.
"Could it be that, Ah Guang, you prefer little girls and refuse to talk to this old man?"
He approached the statue, shook his head, and raised his hand, extending it towards the palm of the God of Light.
"Those two brats said they even threw in a dozen gold coins. Damn it, what kind of behavior is it to let Ah Guang take such a superficial offering... Hmm? Where are the gold coins?"
The Pope paused, then touched the God of Light's empty palm again, using his divine power to levitate and take a look.
"Huh?" He looked up at the compassionate expression on the face of the God of Light, took a deep breath, and loudly complained:
"No, you took it? You wanted over a dozen gold coins? Don't be such a shallow god!"
He landed back on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.
The God of Light had accepted gold coins before, but that was only after he had infused him with divine power. The God of Light accepted them as tribute, and he didn't give anything useful that time. So he thought the God of Light wasn't interested in money.
However, according to Leafa and Gita's letter, they obtained the prototype of divine magic without being infused with divine power, which almost certainly means it was a miracle sent by the God of Light.
"But...why?"
The Pope gazed intently at the face of the God of Light and murmured:
"Could it be... that you're also trying to shape yourself, Hikaru?"
Chapter 220 The Unparalleled Necromancer
"Slash of Steel!"
"That trick again? I'll try it too, Hasaki! Ouch!"
"Hey, stop messing around! Holy Slash!"
"Step forward and chop!"
"Flying... I'm kidding? Dude, how did you manage to fly up with my wake? You even chased that Chanel breeze?"
……
After a fierce battle.
"I said, how about we stop fighting?"
Latis switched the hammer to his other hand and then complained:
"Damn, my hands are so sore, it feels like I'm doing the work of sitting down and walking eight thousand times a day."
Thorsog blocked Jennifer's longsword, deflected it twice, and then leaped backward to create distance. Seeing this, he sighed silently and said after a moment of silence:
"No need to say more, my mind is made up."
"Are you made of wood? We've fought so hard the Great Dao is almost destroyed and we still haven't decided who's the winner. Is there any point in continuing this fight?"
Latis tossed the hammer in place, exchanged a glance with Jennifer, and then continued speaking to Torso:
"I've used up half my magic, and Jennifer's divine power reserves are also running low. Even if you keep using magic combat techniques, your magic is almost depleted, right? There's no point in us continuing to fight. Once you're out of magic, you won't be able to break through my defenses at all!"
Torso couldn't help but scratch his head, sword in hand. Faced with such an enemy, he couldn't think of a way to deal with him for a moment.
Although that lord had given him many useful magical items, he feared that misusing them would tarnish the duel against a worthy and formidable opponent like Latis.
Never mind!
He took a deep breath, activated all the remaining magic power in his body, and began to urge a gale.
Torso's mind flashed back to the declarations he had made upon first meeting that gentleman. He exhaled softly, burying those images deep within his heart, and silently recited:
"After this battle, I owe you nothing more, sir!"
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
Almost the instant Torso activated his magic, his figure vanished from the spot, and the surging wind magic transformed into a hurricane that shot straight into the sky, instantly lifting his body into the air.
Then, the slight movement of the two below stirred the wind demon essence that was enveloping Torso. After a moment of hesitation, he spun and swooped down like a raging tornado.
"Haha, it's been a long time since I used this trick!"
Torso shouted loudly. He was not sure if Latis was ready to meet the attack, but the raging wind had already gathered in his sword, and the wind grew stronger as he fell faster!
"Holy crap, a tornado destroyed a parking lot?" Latis squinted and looked up, shocked, and couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
"Accept!"
His gaze was fixed on Latis, and he shouted a warning. However, upon discovering that Latis was completely unprepared and was actually raising his hammer to meet his attack head-on, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted again:
"Take this! Here I come!"
The unwavering presence of Latis caused Torso to stop thinking. As the distance drew closer, he gritted his teeth and, without a second thought, simply dropped his sword.
boom!
The discarded sword shot into the ground instantly, and Torso, after flipping his body and kicking Latis's hammer several times, also landed gracefully.
"You!...What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"
Torso pulled his sword from the ground, strode forward angrily, and demanded:
"Why aren't you defending? Do you want to die by my sword?"
Latis tossed the hammer around, thought for a moment, then simply put it back into the dimensional rift, shook his head, and said:
"Lord Torso, you've already lost, but you probably didn't want to fight anyway, so let's just call it quits."
"What?" Torso frowned, about to ask what he meant by "already lost," when he suddenly felt a tightness all over his body, as if he had been suddenly bound by the magic in the air.
"This is..." He looked at Latis with surprise and doubt, sensed it for a moment, and asked, "The magic network has been restored... This is the magic network?"
"Wow, that's quick on the uptake!" Latis grinned and gave a thumbs up, saying, "I thought you were going to ask what kind of binding spell it was!"
"What is that thing again..." Torso sighed helplessly and said, "As expected of a goddess priestess, it seems that if I hadn't chosen the Shock Magic Essence in the first place, I might have lost in close combat long ago?"
“Not necessarily,” Latis said after thinking for a moment.
“I can control the magic net at close range, but you can still break free from this range by releasing the impact of magic power. And to be honest, the magic net's connection is still very weak. If you want to fight again, I can't restrain you.”
“That’s true… so does that mean I’m stuck fighting you from a distance? But I’ve heard the cyber police have the ability to disconnect people from the internet…” Torso hesitated for a moment, then said with a wry smile:
"I lost."
"If it's not a contest, how can there be a winner or loser!" Latis shook his head, still showing respect to Torso for giving up his ultimate move at the crucial moment of the battle. Although it was just due to an information gap, it was still worthy of respect.
However, he also concealed the fact that he had just discovered that his ability to control the magic network still depended on the amount of magic energy within his range, unlike the infinite power of the magic network of Lundia.
Fortunately, he quickly discovered the key point and couldn't help but sigh inwardly that with the concentration of magic essence in Lundia that was almost crystallized, even a god might be instantly reduced to ashes under the attack of the magic network.
"Alas... I am too ashamed to face you, so I shall... take my leave!"
Torso took a deep breath, bowed, and turned to leave. Seeing this, Latis quickly stepped forward, stopped him, and asked:
"Sir, what exactly happened that made you turn back to fight? Could you tell us?"
Torso hesitated for a moment, then, realizing his mission had essentially failed, sighed, sat down on the ground, and said:
"Two years ago, I met a powerful mage, he..."
……
……
"You mean, that mage taught you a lot about magic and claimed that you shared common ideals and beliefs, so you joined his organization and worked for him?"
“Although your summary is missing a lot of details, but…” Torso sighed, “that’s the gist of it.”
"I'm going to overclock you, he's on the CPU!"
Latis slapped Jennifer's thigh and said to the startled Jennifer, "Jennifer, this is brainwashing! You're going to be the God of Light in the future, so watch carefully and learn from this!"
"I didn't!" Jennifer exclaimed in surprise, "Our Church of Light influences people through faith and actions..."
"Why bother with all that polite talk? What kind of relationship do we have?" Latis raised his middle finger... no, the ring on his middle finger, and grinned.
“…Hmph.” Jennifer’s gaze swept over the ring already present on his ring finger, and she muttered under her breath:
"That damned Lord of the Rings..."
Torso coughed, unable to bear watching, and rose to bow, saying:
"In short, please forgive me for only briefly mentioning some of the secrets involved, because of the existence of certain magical contracts, I cannot tell you too many details..."
"It's alright. There's nothing new under the sun. Even something as trivial as cheating on a math exam will eventually come to light."
Latis waved his hand dismissively, about to say something more sarcastic, when Jennifer suddenly grabbed his hand and whispered:
"There is a situation!"
"What!..." Latis immediately stood up, frowned, and looked towards the center of the street.
It was already dusk, and the streets had become dimly lit as the sun began to set.