Chapter 832: Chapter 468: I am the spokesperson for Light in the human world, the interpreter of divine oracles, the proclaimer of the holy sounds. Chapter 832: Chapter 468: I am the spokesperson for Light in the human world, the interpreter of divine oracles, the proclaimer of the holy sounds. Fixing her gaze, Monica noticed that the person in front of her was Little Angel and she panicked at once, “Oh, little one, what are you doing here? Get going, hurry up and leave this place. You’ve just awakened to the Holy Light; you’re no match for these high-level Undead.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than another figure popped up beside her. Turning her head, she saw it was Ange, and this made her even more anxious, “Mr. Ange, please, you have to get away from here, uh…”
The Little Angel’s back suddenly unfurled two pristine wings, and from beneath the feathers, four radiant Light Wings extended. The Little Angel reached forward with her hand and slowly drew out a Great Angel’s Staff.
Monica was completely bewildered by the Little Angel’s transformation: “A… A Six-winged Archangel?”
She had always thought it was just a little friend who had just awakened to the Holy Light, but it turned out to be a Six-winged Archangel? My god, that meant her father was…
With a fierce turn of her head, she saw Ange beside her also fiercely unfold a pair of wings, extending out four pairs of Light Wings.
Another… Another Six-winged Archangel.
Monica’s cheeks suddenly inflamed with embarrassment, her whole body blushing. She wished she could crawl into a hole. My goodness, two Six-winged Archangels, and she had been foolish enough to mistake them for someone who had just awakened to the Holy Light with the makings of a Saintess.
But isn’t that exactly what the makings of a Saintess are? They are Angels of the Holy Light’s body, and Six-winged ones at that.
All this time, she had been offering money and food, did Six-winged Archangels need these things? She suspected it probably only made them laugh.
“This is the Holy Spirit’s favor, your kindness has been recognized by the Holy Spirit, you have a pure heart,” a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind her, carrying a reassuring power.
Monica turned her head to see an unfamiliar middle-aged hunk. Anthony had only delivered produce once, and Monica hadn’t seen him, but his words washed away her embarrassment, replacing it with sublime honor.
Right, this was the Holy Spirit’s recognition. How could they possibly laugh? Instead, she would be the envy of everyone—the Holy Spirit had recognized her, and they took risks to come to save her.
In one sentence, Monica went from ‘wishing she could crawl into a hole’ to feeling ‘enviable,’ making even Negris remark in astonishment that this was indeed the art of language.
“Who might you be?” Monica asked.
Anthony slowly pulled out his Pope Wand and slammed it forcefully into the ground, his body emanating a holy glow that condensed into the Pope’s robes and crown.
As the Holy Light flowed, Anthony’s voice rose solemnly, “I am the voice of Light on earth, the interpreter of Divine Oracles, the chanter of Holy Hymns, the sword-bearer of Punishment, the Pope, Saint Anthony.”
Anthony revealed his true name because Monica and the Church of Light on the ground were not from the same system; for example, Agli didn’t know that there were churches on the Magician’s Ladder, nor about the Great Priests.
Monica probably didn’t know either whether the Pope of the Church of Light on the surface was named Anthony.
But even if she knew, it wouldn’t matter. Anthony now represented the Church of Light of the Master Plane; the God of Balance is the only True God, and all others are heretics.
He had made his title known—any objections? Then brace for the Holy War!
“The… the Pope!” The title of Pope was no less impressive than that of a Six-winged Archangel, perhaps even more awe-inspiring, because this represented the spokesperson for God on earth, in a sense, almost a manifestation of God Himself.
My god, was she truly favored? Had the Pope himself come to her side to interpret the sanctity?
Ange and the Little Angel both flapped their wings and took to the sky.
However, the witch dragon diving down had already stopped short, hovering in mid-air, and said in astonishment, “Servants of Light? Two battle birds? Who are you?”
Anthony answered loudly, “Pope, Saint Anthony, and who might you be?”
“The Pope has changed? I am from the Council of the Undead, Dragon Sorcerer Nosarlo, we’re here to trouble magicians, what are you doing jumping out from the gutters?” Nosarlo asked with scorn.
Anthony doesn’t usually pick fights, but when he does, he’s hardly any less formidable than lightning. With a laugh, he replied, “We came out to light your way, lest you go blind and fail to see clearly, for this is a priest of Light!”
Nosarlo, of course, knew that it was a priest of Light, but he loathed these holier-than-thou Followers of Light more than magicians, preferring to abandon his flying and kill those glowing all over.
However, this was based on the premise that the other party was easy to bully, but two six-winged archangels and a pope didn’t look easy to bully at all.
Having already beaten a retreat, Nosarlo was not about to show any sign of weakness, “Well, your magic lamp doesn’t seem very bright, make it lighter next time…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw Ange swipe in front of himself, dozens of Holy Light missiles emerged, then he swiped with his other hand, producing dozens more Holy Light missiles.
In the Master Plane, Ange had a rich experience of impersonating ascetic monks and would never cast the wrong Necromantic Magic while pretending to be from the Church of Light.
By the time Ange produced the third volley of Holy Light missiles, Nosarlo had finally shown signs of apprehension, warily watching the light missiles before him, his flesh wings motionless, but his body rising steadily without changing position.
Although these Holy Light missiles were low-level, their vast number was hair-raising for Nosarlo, who felt his scalp tingle at the sight of them being produced in such rows.
No one stopped him as he moved out of range. After all, these Undead were also His Majesty’s subjects, and scaring them off was the best case scenario.
The Dragon Sorcerer that had flown high up conferred with his companions, and thus, they started paying partial attention to Ange and the others.
Yunico drove the flying vehicle over, staring at Ange and the Little Angel in trepidation, completely dumbstruck, unsure how to react.
Monica glanced at her sharply.
“Get ready, the Dragon Sorcerers don’t want a conflict with us, so let’s leave first. Get off, come close to me, I’m preparing to teleport,” Anthony instructed.
Suddenly, Ange took off running, charging towards the corpse of the Dragon Sorcerer that had fallen to the ground, and upon approaching, immediately opened the Divine Realm and dragged the dragon’s corpse inside, then ran back.
The five Dragon Sorcerers in the sky immediately changed direction, furiously diving down. To steal the corpse of their comrade? This was insult! This was provocation!
Anthony chuckled bitterly, hastily slamming the Pope Wand onto the ground, causing rings of sigils to spread out and form a Delivery Magic Circle.
Ange ran back and stood in the circle, and a bright light flashed, all the people on the ground disappearing in the radiance of the teleportation.
The Dragon Sorcerers, too late to react, spat a Breath of Death in frustration, gouging a trench in the ground, then roared, “What kind of space is that? To be able to contain such a large body?!”
Pausing momentarily, the Dragon Sorcerer spitefully said, “Notify the Council Leader, we’ve encountered the Pope of Light and two six-winged archangels. This place is likely a stronghold of the Church of Light. Please send the Nightmare Succubus to investigate.”