Master the Abyss, starting from an apprentice priest.

Chapter 619 The Miracle of Ascension

Countless sacred gates that appeared in the sky, along with the sacred temple that loomed above everyone's heads, gradually opened their doors, radiating a dazzling light.

One after another, divine incarnations—the "angels" belonging to [Radiance]—descended from the open holy gates!
From the largest and brightest holy gate, three six-winged angels descended, accompanied by a dozen four-winged and dozens of two-winged angels—they were responding to Luo Xiu's call and were already patrolling the heavens.

"—We obey the call."

It was a sacred hymn, surging like ocean waves, that resounded from the heavens above, among the angels—

"—We dedicate ourselves to the sacred."

"—We cleanse sin."

"—We will carry out divine punishment on behalf of the gods."

Under the increasingly trembling gaze of "Skull Incarnation" Batel, he simultaneously saw ten "Four-Winged Angels" rushing towards the Archbishop high in the sky—

They rushed toward Luo Xiu, like streaks of shimmering light, flying and merging into the ten holy wings that stretched out behind Luo Xiu.

As each angel merged into those sacred wings, they burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling brilliance.

That was a spirituality of utmost purity and utmost radiance, which ascended to a height yet unknown to Barthes.

That made Batel clearly feel as if he was facing not a cardinal who had just been promoted to the "Sevenfold Destiny", but a saint who was approaching the limit of the Sevenfold Destiny, or even an existence infinitely close to the demigod status of "Duke of Darkness".

Although Batel could sense these things, his actions were blocked by the authority of "Saintess" Franya with the power of "Unforgivable Holy Manifestation," preventing him from making any response.

Although he belatedly realized that he seemed to have fallen into some kind of trap specifically designed for him, it no longer mattered—

All Batel saw was the archbishop high in the sky, his scepter suddenly lowered and pointed in Batel's direction.

The angels summoned by Luo Xiu hovered in the sky for a while before flying towards the battlefield—towards Bartel himself, and towards all the black pillars and the Lich King.

--boom!!!!!!!

The first burst of intense light descended like a meteorite towards Batel's head.

Those were two "six-winged angels," and the other angels they led, who launched an unreserved holy punishment against "the incarnation of the skull," Barthel.

Immediately following, a second, a third, and a dozen more bursts of intense light erupted, creating surging waves of light across this localized battlefield, like stars falling from the sky, engulfing the dark pillars.

—Boom! Boom!! Boom!!
Amidst the surging, dazzling light, the stench of blood gradually began to waft through the air.

Everyone present felt the immense pressure weighing on their hearts.

No one knows what the root cause of that sudden change was.

But what appeared before everyone's eyes was such a real and vivid scene—all the saints who had entered the "sevenfold destiny" had quickly made new responses.

Everyone knows and can feel it—

From that moment on, the tide of the battle turned completely.

……

Archibald, the "blind shadow," saw that what he saw ultimately did not become a true "miracle."

When Archira saw the appearance of "Skull Incarnation" Batel, and then quickly saw him step into a trap and be sealed, Archira knew that there was no hope left.

Miracles did not favor him, but rather the Empire—the most dazzling and game-changing figure now was not the "Skull Incarnation" Bartel, but the young Archbishop whom everyone thought was merely a "Sixfold Fate".

Archelaad didn't understand. It was as if everything he was experiencing was a false, dreamlike illusion, beyond Archelaad's comprehension.

All he knows now is...

Even the most powerful "Black Pillar"—the "Skull Incarnation" Bartel—could not save him, and the flame of hope for survival that had ignited in Archirad's eyes finally went out.

His deep, dark pupils trembled as he looked at the blurred figure of Asriel, the "Spear of Heavenly Law," before him. The Heavenly Pillar Knight had already condensed a deep red spear in his hand and raised it high into the sky.

But the real "penetration" did not come from Asriel—Achrald could not have imagined that, just before he saw the Heavenly Spear fall from Asriel's hand, his vision would first be filled with golden light from the edge, and then he would feel a burning sensation from the inside out that was not painful.

--boom!!!!!!!

A tremendous explosion shook the surroundings, sending up brilliant golden light and murky dust. But Archelad could no longer hear any of it; his head had been pierced open, and the golden holy spear had pierced through him from top to bottom, driving him deep into the ground.

His consciousness was frozen in that moment, and his life quickly vanished until Archelaud's body was completely consumed by the intense holy light from the inside out, and his spirit was completely transformed into the burning fuel of that holy flame.

"..."

Opposite to where "Blind Shadow" Archirad was previously located.

Asleil, the "Spear of Heavenly Law," gradually lowered the crimson spear he had been gripping tightly in his right hand, his deep gaze fixed on the half-destroyed remains of Archirad, the "Blind Shadow of God."

The person standing before him now was no longer Archibald, the "Blind Shadow".

Instead, it was an angel descending from the sky, an angel with six wings on its back—clad in heavy golden armor inscribed with holy symbols, armed from head to toe, its armored hands gripping a golden holy spear several times taller than the Yaslers', which it slammed heavily into the earth.

It was He who ultimately killed Archirad the Blind Shadow. Asrael looked directly at Him and felt the chilling gaze He cast from beneath the Holy Marked Armor.

"..."

The six-winged angel only stared at Asleil for a moment.

Asriel could no longer sense that the angel was paying any attention to him. There was no "Supreme" in His eyes; Asriel only felt ignored and indifferent.

Then, the six-winged angel suddenly pulled its arms upwards, and the earth shook violently with a series of rumbling sounds. The heavy holy spear that had pierced the earth was gradually pulled out by Him.

Behind Him—the six holy wings then fully unfurled, carrying His heavily armored divine form upwards, gradually ascending into the heavens, and flying off to another place.

"..."

Asleil, the "Spear of Heavenly Law," was unaware that the smile that habitually appeared on his face had completely vanished.

He wasn't angry that his prey, which he was about to hunt, had been stolen; rather, as the "Supreme," he felt a sense of apprehension and a growing sense of panic.

That was the strange feeling that welled up from the depths of his heart whenever an uncontrollable force appeared before him.

He couldn't help but wonder if he would have had a better fate than Archirad, the "Blind Shadow," had the holy lance pierced through him instead.

"..."

The more I think about these things, the more...

The more confused he felt, the more he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it.

Asleil had turned around, raised his head, and gazed at the "archbishop" in the sky with deep red eyes.

His pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently for a long time. No one knew what Asrell was thinking at that moment.

Until his gaze finally shifted from the high heavens, he looked at the battlefield not far away, where another "Sky Pillar Knight" was battling a dark pillar.

Asleil picked up his crimson celestial spear and ran towards that direction.

……

Hardy, the "Red-Clad Deacon," stood before Valentina, the "Envoy of Peace," whose form had been distorted to the extreme. She was no longer the serene and elegant figure she had been at the beginning.

An unknown sacred realm has appeared, and Valentina has sensed that her spirituality and power are being weakened like never before, while the spirituality and power of the "Red Deacon" Hardy in front of her are being significantly enhanced.

The already obvious gap between them was now widened even further.

Valentina is now like a vengeful spirit—having been reformed dozens of times, she is unable to return to her most exquisite state, and has become as ugly as a zombie.

Her face was covered with tumors and pustules; a black tongue protruded from her mouth, hanging above her lower lip, its tip almost touching her collarbone and even her chest; her hair had become disheveled and dry, like the mane of a wild beast; her voice had become hoarse, as if her vocal cords were rusty, emitting a sharp and piercing noise.

"I...you...we...!!!"

She roared and howled at her opponent—the "Red Deacon" Hardy—almost like a threatening roar.

Valentina's hands, as ugly and twisted as her face, flailed wildly, stirring up a cloud of gray mist that surged toward the "Red Deacon" Hardy, but the holy hammer in Hardy's right hand completely dispersed the gray mist.

The power of depravity and loss had no effect on him—Hardy remained unmoved by her, simply carrying the "divinely forged" warhammer, step by step, he approached her location.

The "Sage of Compassion," the saint Hadi, who was almost isolated from all human emotions and only had kindness and compassion left, saw Valentina, the "Messenger of Peace," as a "wronged soul" in urgent need of his purification and salvation.

Valentina, the "Messenger of Peace," felt her despair growing ever stronger.

She retreated step by step, but could not escape this hellish prison—countless angels had descended and flown toward her, blocking her escape route; she had nowhere to run.

"Don't come here!"

"You...don't come any closer!"

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Valentina screamed until she waved her hand for the last time, but no more lost gray mist emerged.

Her spirituality was completely exhausted.

And at the same time.

"In the name of the keeper of the vows, Hardy Lambert hereby confesses."

As Hardy walked step by step toward Valentina, he simultaneously raised his left hand, a holy light gathering in his palm, and began to pray—

“The unclean, the wicked, and the faithless.”

"Those who are inherently good but entangled in chaos and filth."

“I will baptize with mercy.”

"This is God's mercy."

"This is the path to salvation—"

"..."

As Hardy finished his prayer, the holy seal in his left palm was finally completed, and his figure disappeared from Valentina's sight.

The next moment, Valentina, the "Messenger of Peace," felt that a golden membrane had covered her body—severing her connection with the outside world, sealing off her spirituality and movement, leaving her frozen in place.

She knew she had fallen under the power of "Compassionate Saint" Hardy—the golden membrane kept contracting inward, squeezing Valentina's body repeatedly, like squeezing juice, preventing her spirit from escaping.

"—Ughh ...

Valentina, the "Messenger of Peace," let out an unprecedented wail of agony.

Even as a spirit, within the web woven by the [Radiant] spirit, she felt the pain of her flesh being crushed and her bones being shattered.

Her final source—the very spiritual essence that sustained her existence—was completely locked within the barrier until Hardy came before her.

--boom!!!!!!!

The holy hammer, forged by the gods, crashed down, shattering the barrier along with Valentina's last remaining existence. The burning spirituality, along with the surging light mist and smoke, scattered in all directions. In Hardy's compassionate gaze, the spiritual world he saw, in which the "messenger of peace," Valentina, had vanished.

Valentina, the "Messenger of Peace," no longer exists in this world.

A calm smile appeared on Hardy's face.

He felt satisfied; it was undoubtedly a sacred purification—the Great Sun would soon approve of his dedication, and he had taken another step forward on the path of [Glory].

As he thought this, he looked up at the young archbishop's figure in the sky.

The temple, which seemed to condense in the sky like a true "eternal kingdom," filled Hardy with a deep longing—he didn't know why such a sacred manifestation had appeared, but the only thing he knew—or rather, the only thing he firmly believed—was that the Great Sun had indeed given him true protection and blessings.

Hardy's lips curled into a wider, more pleased smile. As he watched the wandering angels and the archbishop, he felt more and more that he was witnessing a true "miracle."

"Such a miracle..."

Hardy murmured.

His left hand had unconsciously risen and was gently placed on his right chest, as he looked devoutly up at the sky towards the "Archbishop" Roshu Carlos, who resembled a ten-winged angel.

Hardy offered his holy gifts in reverence to that incomparably sublime and magnificent miracle.

"Please guide me..."

"Please protect me..."

"I will venture into the maze, to pave the way for an audience..."

"..."

He murmured softly, then looked into the distance at a new target that needed his "purification."

Then, he picked up the "divinely forged" holy hammer and headed to the next battlefield without hesitation.

……

(End of this chapter)