The Prelude Begins

Cross emerged from the Church of Light with a bitter smile on his face.

He had never expected things to turn out like this.

He raised his hand, and black flames condensed into a black gun in his palm.

"This power really is miraculous."

Even Cross found the Dark Power unbelievable.

"And my body is undergoing a complete transformation."

He could feel that dark force strengthening his body.

The more Dark Power he possessed, the stronger he would become.

And creating Dark Power was not difficult.

He only needed to continuously extract nutrients from his body and nurture the darkness.

"If I were given enough time..."

He walked outside.

The passersby all looked at him. Cross had changed out of his priestly robes and into a set of white clothes.

His red hair had become a complete mess.

A man who had once possessed such a powerful allure could no longer draw anyone's attention.

"I could even surpass my former self."

This darkness was unlike Innocence.

Those Saints qualified to wield Innocence were merely its users.

But this Dark Power was, in a sense, power that belonged to them.

"It seems the Black Order truly is no match for this Church of Light."

Cross let out a sigh.

He suddenly turned off the street and entered an alley.

Inside the alley, no one could see him anymore.

Leaning against the wall, he lowered his gaze toward the Church of Light.

"The current Church of Light isn't actually that powerful."

What truly limited them was the number of people in the church.

Right now, the Church of Light was no match for the Black Order at all.

But that might not be the case if things were dragged out.

To completely destroy the Church of Light now, they would need to