Chapter 2388 The Vatican's Abnormalities (3)
The throwing knife, carrying the dual will of purification and destruction, shot forth with tremendous force!
Faced with this decisive blow, King Arthur finally held nothing back.
He gripped the Sword of Victory tightly with both hands, holding it upright in front of him, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from his body and the sword like the sun!
The power of the King's Domain was pushed to its limit, as if countless phantoms of his subjects were praying and shouting behind him, gathering their faith into the King's Sword!
"In the name of the King of Britannia, this sword shall decide victory!"
"Ex——calibur!!!"
He roared, unleashing the power he had accumulated to its peak, along with the legendary holy sword, and unleashed a golden sword aura that traversed the heavens and earth!
The sword energy, like a roaring torrent of light, met the eight white lightning bolts head-on! There were no shortcuts, only the purest and most extreme clash of power and conviction!
Rumble——! ! !
It was as if a sun had exploded on the spot!
The intense light temporarily blinded everyone, and a terrifying energy storm swept in all directions, lowering the ground by three feet. Several knights who were nearby were blown away!
As the light gradually faded, King Arthur was seen standing with his sword, slightly out of breath, the light of the Sword of Victory dimming.
Orion knelt on the ground, his Holy Silver Spear supporting him, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The eight Judgment Throwing Knives in front of him had shattered, turning into specks of fluorescent light and dissipating.
He stared at King Arthur in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock and an even more intense rage.
In the first round of head-on confrontation, even with the use of the Apocalypse copy, how could he still be unable to win?
Just how strong is Arthur Pandoragon?
"King Arthur...you..."
Orion struggled to stand up.
King Arthur took a deep breath and pointed his sword at Orion.
The voice carried an undeniable authority: "Olayen, surrender. To sacrifice the entire Templar Order for pointless pride is not the act of a wise man."
"Don't think about it!"
Orion gritted his teeth, and the holy light around him began to burn erratically again, clearly preparing to launch an even more frenzied counterattack.
Even at the risk of death, he must leave this place today and head to the Dark Moon Empire, the abyss from which everything was born.
The task assigned to him by His Holiness the Pope is one he must complete!
Death? What's so scary about that? It's just returning to God's kingdom, that's his wish.
He had no choice but to die for the holy war!
The duel between the Holy Lance and the King's Sword is far from over.
This internal struggle, born of beliefs and choices, has been far more brutal than the struggle against external enemies.
……
Not far from the battlefield of King Arthur and Orion, filled with holy light and royal might, another battle, stylistically different yet equally deadly, unfolds amidst shadows and lamentations.
Saladin, the emperor of the Kuton Empire, faced off against Sister Leibniz of the Monarchical Church.
Saladin maintained his aloof and arrogant demeanor, and even on the battlefield, his movements as he adjusted his cuffs remained elegant and composed.
However, his deep eyes gleamed with a sharp light like that of a hawk.
Upon returning from the land sealed by Mammon, he not only brought back abundant resources, but his strength also improved to an ability index of 40000 points!
But at this moment, the confidence he relies on is not just that.
Sister Leibniz clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and shed clear tears. She murmured a prayer, while a copy of the Book of Revelation, suspended in front of her, radiated a divine light.
Faintly, from the copy of Revelation came a prayer that resonated with her. Over thousands of years, the most devout believers of the Holy See have gathered their spiritual imprints and the power of their faith here.
At this moment, it transformed into Leibniz's own power.
The essence of the power of the universe is fragments of ether, the power of thought. Simply put, it is the power of "I think," using thought to change all matter in the universe, which is its true means of application.
Combat, to destroy the enemy, is merely its most inferior method of use.
Sister Leibniz disliked fighting, but for the sake of the Papacy's millennium-long plan, she had no choice but to fight.
Thinking of this, her grief became even heavier, and the tears she shed were truly heartfelt.
Her aura rose steadily, and a chilling sense of misfortune spread around her like a plague.
"A sacred relic of the Holy See? It's just a copy of the Book of Revelation, nothing special."
"In terms of the power of faith, have we, the followers of the Assassins, ever lost to your Holy See?"
Saladin remained remarkably calm about this.
As monotheistic religions, the Assassins and the Royalist Church share a common origin: the original Messianic sect.
Therefore, they knew the Holy See very well.
In terms of the number of followers, both the Assassins and Bharatas can rival the Papacy.
"Teacher, let's begin!"
Saladin turned to the old man behind him and spoke.
Not far behind him, an old man wearing a crimson robe and a turban with flame patterns stood quietly.
He held in his hands a seemingly ordinary black stone that exuded an ancient and mysterious aura—the Kaaba Black Stone, a sacred relic of Zoroastrianism.
The sage Harald murmured ancient hymns praising fire.
A faint, water-like light rippled across the surface of the black stone, and a powerful and pure force of faith crossed space, continuously pouring into Saladin's body.
With the boost from the Black Stone, Saladin's aura surged at a visible speed, and the shadow energy surrounding him became increasingly viscous and profound, eventually stabilizing at a terrifying 44000 points!
Saladin's figure became even darker, his entire being blending into the surrounding environment like thick ink.
The earth began to turn dark, and the surrounding world was also black.
The realm unfolds, the land of shadows.
Saladin, now of the Black Archbishop rank, has received a tremendous boost in his abilities!
His figure was shrouded in shadow, and only a corner of his fluttering robe could be vaguely seen.
He was mysterious and powerful, as if he had become the ruler of this dark world.
A cold yet majestic voice came from all directions, from the sky and the earth, from every possible angle.
The shadows shroud not only the sky.
“Sister, give up your futile resistance. In the absolute realm of shadows, mourning is nothing but a pale and powerless act.”
Sister Leibniz stood silently, her compassionate face now shrouded in an unyielding sorrow and resolute determination.
She was not intimidated by Saladin's terrifying aura; she simply held the heavy copy of the Book of Revelation to her chest as if it were the most precious relic in the world.
