The Changing World

"Your Excellency!"

Facing Bishop Andyscolo, who was sworn to defend the Space-Time Channel seal to the death, the Light cleric who had followed him for many years pleaded with him in anguish.

The energy vortex caused by the Space-Time Channel was growing larger and larger.

It stirred the natural energy within dozens of kilometers, drawing it toward the Space-Time Channel window at its center. Like a sheet of paper folded in two, it connected two extremely distant times and spaces, and powerful Witchers kept arriving here through the channel.

After arriving, some of the Witchers worked to expand the Space-Time Channel, while others charged out.

Dark red energy poured from the hundred-meter-wide window at the center of the Space-Time Channel vortex.

The chilling, ominous, evil aura was so dense that the Sky Knight Order's sacred artifact had been weakened to its limit. The knights struggled to hold back the endless waves of Witchers.

As for the large Utoran battle fleet behind them, it would still take quite some time to reach this place. Compared with Magical Beast mounts, airships were far too slow.

The elderly, frail Andyscolo smiled and shook his head.

"Go back, child. Maire City needs you, and I must remain here. This is the Lord's will. I can already feel Heaven calling me."

He turned to gaze at Maire City, far in the distance and bathed in Holy Light, and recalled his life.

His parents had both been devout believers. He had grown up with an unwavering faith, listening to his father's earnest teachings.

He had been very fortunate.

His father was the chief guard of Maire City. Through his connections, Andyscolo went straight into the Holy See's selection process. He began at the very bottom of the clerical ranks, starting out as a Missionary. He went