Athena Longs for Her Master's Holy Light to Purify Her

Everyone could hear the whooshing sound coming from Douglas's throat.

But, the daughter of God?

Is this title sure Douglas hasn't lost his mind?

A group of people below were whispering amongst themselves, the sounds of their conversation never ceasing.

Even Rosweisse's expression was somewhat strange. She hadn't expected Douglas to assign her such an identity. Was he deliberately saying this to facilitate her obtaining the papacy?

Seeing the reactions of the crowd below, Douglas sneered, "I know you all think I'm crazy. I know exactly what I'm saying. No matter how much you doubt me, there's no doubt that Princess Rosweisse possesses Divine Bloodline."

After a brief pause, Douglas continued, "Saint Rose Felice, I think everyone is familiar with this name, right?"

The crowd's expressions grew even stranger. This name was certainly familiar; she was a saint from the time of Augustus.

He was also one of the most outstanding and talented members of the Holy Church.

She was beautiful and exceptionally talented.

At the age of eighteen, he broke through the limit of level eighty and became Grand Sage.

Let alone the Holy Church, even in the entire Skyvault Continent, apart from the legendary national Valkyrie Antia from a thousand years ago, there is no one more outstanding than Felice.

The so-called geniuses like Natia are no match for Saintess Felice.

Even Augustus, the Holy Son of the same era, was far less talented than Felice.

At the age of twenty-nine, he had already reached level eighty-nine, just one step away from crossing that boundary and becoming a level ninety master.

What makes people most envious Envy is that Felice's strength improves at an outrageous speed, yet she hardly Felice at all. She even hates cultivation, spending less than half the Holy Church's average time on it each week, and using most of her time to interact with believers.

During the period when Felice was active, the Holy Church enjoyed its best reputation, and Felice was hailed by many believers as the most popular and gentle saint.

Yet this outstanding saint, in her final year as saint and after serving God for the last time, suddenly disappeared and was never seen again, becoming the biggest unsolved mystery of the Holy Church in the past twenty years.

They had all heard rumors, but it was hard to tell if they were true or false. Now, judging from Douglas's tone, did he possibly know the truth?

For a moment, everyone even forgot their resentment at being threatened, and all eyes were focused on Douglas, hoping that Douglas would continue speaking.

Douglas cleared his throat. "Don't you think Princess Rosweisse's name is very similar to Saint Losfelis's?"

Rosweisse's expression changed slightly.

"The truth from many years ago was shamelessly concealed by that scoundrel Augustus."

"That year, Augustus and Saintess Felice served the gods for the last time, and it was during this service that the gods descended upon the Sanctum."

These words shocked everyone.

A god descending?

How... is this possible?

The gods we worship rarely issue Divine Oracle, let alone descend upon the world.

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but the old pope who was waiting outside the Sanctum at the time, the previous Grand Master of the Holy Knights Order, the cardinal of the Heresy Inquisition, and many of the older generation of experts in the Holy See all felt the pressure from another level. Everyone knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly."

"Am I right? Archbishops Cain and Manson, and Vice-Commander Gaburain, you were outside the Sanctum at the time. You know better than I what it felt like."

In an instant, all eyes fell on the three veterans, their faces solemn and silent, as if they had returned to that night.

Judging from the expressions on the three men's faces, the others were basically convinced that Douglas was not lying.

So, more than twenty years ago, a deity really did descend to earth?

But why was this matter suppressed by the Holy Church? Shouldn't this be a great honor for the Holy Church?

"We cannot know which deity descended, but it certainly was not the Goddess of Holy Light, because the very next day, after the Sanctum doors opened, Saint Felice became pregnant."

"Then, Saintess Felice mysteriously disappeared."

"Within three years, the old pope died mysteriously, Augustus' power surged, allowing him to seize the papacy through despicable and shameless means."

"Of the older generation of clergy who knelt outside the door back then, some are dead, some have disappeared. Cain, you three should be the only remaining members, right?"

"Perhaps it was because you three weren't strong or well-known back then, and you were at the very end of the line outside the Sanctum. Augustus probably thought you didn't know much, which is why you survived by sheer luck. Although you three kept this secret to yourselves and didn't tell any of you, you were still quite ostracized within the Church, weren't you?"

"Cain, you are the archbishop, but you don't have much real power; you are only in charge of the choir."

Cain's expression was somewhat gloomy, and his fingers unconsciously clenched.

"Gaburain, you are currently the most senior Knight in the Holy Knights Order. The position of Grand Master of the Holy Knights Order should belong to you, but for now you can only serve as the Vice Grand Master."

A hint of anger also flickered across Gaburain's face.

"Archbishop Manson, although you weren't originally in the Imperial City or headquarters, you were the head of a branch of the kingdom, which meant you held considerable power. But now you've been transferred to the Imperial City to take on a sinecure."

The archbishop named Manson also had a furrowed brow.

"Unfortunately, Augustus expected that my master, the previous Cardinal of the Heresy Inquisition, had recorded these secrets and passed them down to me, allowing me to know the whole truth."

"Three years later, Augustus suddenly brought back a baby girl and became her godfather, raising her within the Holy See."

"This baby girl is Rosweisse."

"Also a child of Saint Felice."

"She has the blood of a god flowing in her veins, Augustus dares to be the godfather of a god's daughter." Douglas's almost distorted voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Does this bastard think he's qualified to sit on equal footing with a god?"

This is blasphemy!

The last sentence almost turned into a desperate roar.

Rosweisse was pale; this was the first time she had ever heard of such things.

She had always thought of herself as an orphan with no relatives, but now she suddenly learned that she had a mother who was actually the most outstanding saint in the history of the Holy See.

His own father was actually a god?

Could it be that Douglas chose to serve him because he knew that he had divine blood flowing through his veins?

If it weren't for this reason, how could Douglas, the second most powerful figure in the Holy Church, possibly be so obedient to a mere mascot, a saint?

The bloodline of the gods?

The bloodline of the gods?

The bloodline of the gods?

Rosweisse kept repeating those words to herself, her lips trembling.

The blood of a god flows in her veins?

Below, there was an eerie silence. None of the experts who had come here because of the threat had expected to overhear such a secret.

They didn't entirely believe what Douglas was saying, after all, it was all just Douglas talking to himself, without any evidence.

However, they had indeed heard some things about Saintess Felice, and there were occasional rumors about the relationship between Rosweisse and Losfelis. In addition, since Cain, Manson, and Gaburain, the three most senior clergymen, did not raise any questions, they believed it to some extent.

Moreover, these people were almost all seasoned veterans; they knew very well that when they heard Douglas's words, whether it was the truth or not was no longer important.

They were already forcibly bound to the chariot of Rosweisse and Douglas. If it were true, Augustus would definitely not let those in the know off. And they didn't have the courage to stand in front of Augustus and ask whether it was true or not.

Moreover, Douglas and Rosweisse hold leverage over them, meaning that whatever Douglas says must be true, whether it's true or false.

Rumble!

Just as all around was silent, a thunderclap suddenly ripped through the stillness.

The sky above suddenly turned gloomy and oppressive, with thick, dark clouds churning in the air.

Thunder and Lightning roared all around, and a chilling wind howled like a wronged ghost.

An invisible pressure suddenly spread outwards.

In this very area, all the people gathered were powerful individuals, yet at this moment, almost everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

The terrifying pressure made it hard for them to breathe, and their legs were even trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, one of the bishops' legs gave way, and he instantly knelt down.

And this was just the beginning. One after another, members knelt on the ground, supporting themselves with their hands, including Douglas.

That wasn't just suppression by force; it was oppression originating from the soul, a shock brought about by a higher level of existence.

Whether it's a bishop, an archbishop, a vice-commander, or even Grand Sage, War God, Title Knight, all can only feel how insignificant they are in the face of such power.

Their hearts were pounding violently, as if they might explode at any moment.

Their blood vessels bulged violently, as if they were about to burst.

Their souls seemed about to be crushed into dust.

Faced with that indescribable power, they had only one choice: to submit.

Their bodies crawled on the ground like humble insects, their wide eyes staring in terror at the figure in the very center.

Rosweisse.

A crimson light enveloped the saintess's body.

As if bathed in a sea of blood, the once pure and holy woman suddenly gained a bewitching allure.

Crimson light gathered overhead, resembling a crown.

Douglas trembled with excitement, unable to contain his emotions, and he spread his arms wide, howling, "Do you see that, gentlemen?"

"Her Highness, you are the true Pope."

"It is destiny, the supreme empress!"

"Augustus nothing but a scoundrel who usurped the papacy."

"We are not plotting to usurp power; we are simply helping God's daughter reclaim what rightfully belongs to her."

"When Augustus judged and the daughter of the god is returned to her rightful place, you... will be the heroes who assisted the goddess. You will receive divine rewards, and you will possess greater power and strength..."

Offer your loyalty, most devout believers of God!

"You will receive eternal life through the grace of the gods!"

One by one, figures prostrated themselves on the ground, their voices trembling as they offered their devout faith.

But that figure bathed in blood...

Is she a goddess or Witch?

Almost at the same time, on the other side, inside the Hero's Palace.

Athena's room was cluttered with books.

Those books were all about various ancient scripts.

While in the Snowlink Mountains, before burning down the secret chamber, Athena used magic to record the scene inside, especially the stone tablet covered with all sorts of mysterious characters.

After returning to the Imperial City, Athena re-imprinted the text from the magical image and has been studying the text on the mysterious stone tablet ever since.

This was no easy task. Athena was quite learned, but even with Athena talent, she could only barely recognize that it was Gulam... a script that had been lost for thousands of years.

Although Athena found a large number of books about ancient scripts in the library of the Earth Mother Church.

Even today, less than one-tenth of the characters on the stone slab can be discerned with difficulty, and the meaning of some characters can only be guessed.

Athena's slender, pale fingers traced the few newly deciphered characters on the stone slab, and she murmured unconsciously:

"A kind and gentle father?"

Athena frowned. Could this be a tombstone or something similar? An epitaph written by the children for their father?

Just then, an ethereal voice, like a mysterious murmur, echoed in Athena's ears:

"My most beloved child..."

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Chapter 316 Athena yearns for the cleansing of her master's Holy Light (1)

At the former site of the Earth Mother Church, dozens of figures lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling under the terrifying pressure.

They chanted the words of the Queen and loyalty.

Thick dark clouds in the sky, thunderbolts tearing through the night, and a dense, blood-red light... no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a true god.

But does it matter whether God is righteous or not?