Break into His Home and Take Everything (5)

Despite the ferocity of the attack, it did absolutely no harm to Angelica whatsoever.

That's not all; this attack also seems to have fully awakened Angelica.

Her eyes had turned completely silver-white, her long eyelashes, and even the frost-white marks on her green hair were spreading rapidly, reaching the ends in an instant.

Silver strands of hair danced wildly in the night sky.

In that instant, Angelica, bathed in moonlight, seemed like a goddess descended from the moon, radiating a breathtaking beauty.

However, this beauty also conceals a despairing terror.

Two small, white hands slowly stretched out, right behind Angelica. The graceful silhouette became clearer and clearer, its outline becoming more and more distinct.

The phantom's hands also opened at the same time, but a silver-white longbow gradually appeared in its palms, using moonlight as arrows.

This scene was even more bizarre. Wasn't Angelica a magician? Even if she were to advance, shouldn't she be following the path of Grand Sage?

What's with you carrying a bow?

They weren't given much time to wonder.

"The Moon Goddess's Mercy!"

The next moment...

Whoosh... whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless arrows of light rained down from the sky.

This arrow possessed an almost terrifying penetrating power.

In an instant, screams rose and fell.

Crimson blood spurted out, and a thick, bloody stench began to spread like smoke in the air.

The helmets on their heads, the armor on their bodies, and the longswords in their hands were as vulnerable as tofu when faced with these arrows. Smooth, bloody holes began to appear on their bodies, and crimson liquid gushed out.

In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with dozens of riddled corpses.

This is the difference between Grand Sage and someone at level 79.

Angelica had previously struggled to hold on against the siege of these people, but once she broke through that barrier, the battle situation was instantly reversed, and the originally powerful and troublesome enemy was instantly killed.

Only the leader was the strongest among them, and he could withstand such an attack, but it was still quite difficult for him.

The leader had wielded the heavy sword to its limit, his body seemingly enveloped in a crimson light shield. Bang, bang, bang sounds echoed continuously as light arrows were shattered one after another.

But the impact from each beam of light was unbearable for the leader, forcing him to retreat continuously.

Both arms were almost completely numb, but the leader still dared not slack off in the slightest. If his movements slowed down by even half a second, the light arrow would mercilessly pierce through his body.

Bang...

The heavy sword in his hand once again blocked an attack by a beam of light.

But this time, the two-handed greatsword had reached its limit, and with a crisp crack, it shattered.

The leader's expression changed, and he inwardly cursed his bad luck. He tried to distance himself from Angelica, but it was too late.

With a hiss, a beam of light pierced through the leader's right knee, shattering his kneecap instantly. He screamed in agony and lost control, collapsing to his knees.

The excruciating pain made the leader's face contort into a monstrous, grotesque expression.

Before he could even get up from the ground, his back was already covered with countless tiny holes.

Blood and foam kept gushing from his mouth, and his body convulsed as he collapsed to the ground, where he remained motionless.

With a wave of her hand, moonlight in the sky condensed into a long chain, which coiled downwards like a venomous snake, binding all the corpses together. Angelica did not return to the palace, but instead headed directly towards the Holy Church.

A large bundle of corpses was dragged across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

These people, though dead, should still be very useful to their master, right?

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Chapter 418 I ransacked his house (5)

The voices within the Holy Church grew increasingly chaotic.

At first, these clergymen were able to control themselves, but their patience dwindled over time.

They had been waiting here since morning, and now it was late at night, but Qin Chu still hadn't appeared. Their hunger and the uncertainty of the future were too much for most of the clergy to bear.

They've become increasingly irritable.

In addition, some people's henchmen, who had been arranged in advance, stirred up trouble in the crowd, making the area outside the Sanctum a chaotic mess.

The Sanctum gates were completely surrounded, with numerous clergymen raising their fists high and shouting slogans.

We want a new pope!

"No outsiders from another world."

"Only a native of the Skyvault Continent can become the Pope."

"The glory of the Holy Church must not be tarnished."

"Oppose Qin Chu becoming Pope..."

The sound swept over like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down. The Sanctum seemed unable to withstand it, and one could almost feel the waves of tremors emanating from it.

Inside the Sanctum, Cain, Galbraine, and the others wore smug expressions; this was exactly the effect they had desired.

Not all those who can join the Holy Church are intelligent; in fact, the vast majority are not much different from ordinary people—a bunch of fools.

As long as you arrange for someone to infiltrate the crowd beforehand and provoke them from time to time, it's easy to stir up their impulses, especially things like local consciousness or the glory of the Holy Church, which are very easy to get carried away with.

Even if Qin Chu is incredibly thick-skinned, he probably wouldn't have the face to force his way into the papacy amidst such overwhelming opposition, right?

Furthermore, Qin Chu's prolonged absence fueled the growing resentment among these clergy members, making their anger towards Qin Chu outsider increasingly difficult to control. Ultimately, the outcome was even better than anticipated.

Wadsworth and Saint Monica maintained their smiles, and no one knew what these two old foxes were truly thinking.

Veronica and Ampton kept their eyes slightly closed, completely ignoring the sounds outside the Sanctum.

The remaining people looked at each other, and finally Cain stood up first. "Ampton, Captain Veronica, it's already late at night Qin Chu hasn't shown up yet. Shouldn't we just disqualify him from running for Pope?"

Veronica, who had been seemingly asleep, finally opened her eyes slowly, glanced at the time, and said, "There's still half an hour, what's the rush?"

"As long as it's not tomorrow, Mr. Qin can come whenever he wants..."

Rather, even if it happens tomorrow, the day after, or a hundred days later, it will still count.

Just as Miss Angelica said, in this world, strength is the foundation of everything.

Cain's expression was somber, his gaze cold. "But we've been sitting here all day, doing nothing. This is a matter for our Holy Church, so we can endure it."

"But His Holiness the Pope of Saint Monica and His Majesty Emperor Wadsworth are both very busy; you are wasting their precious time..."

"Oh no, no, no, I'm not busy, really. I rarely have free time today, so it's no problem," Wadsworth immediately said with a smile.

Saint Monica's smile was even more beautiful, "I'm on vacation today too, so it's okay."

Well...

Cain was momentarily speechless, but the old and cunning man quickly changed direction, pointing one finger towards the Sanctum doors and shouting in a prayerful tone, "Look, listen..."

"Did you hear that? This is the cry of every believer in the Holy Church."

"I acknowledge that the Hero has made great contributions to the Skyvault Continent, but he is not qualified to serve as the Pope of the Holy Church. Even if we agree, these tens of thousands of believers will never agree."

"Do you really want to put Qin Chu on the papal throne? No... you are pushing the entire Church into an Abyss."

"Have you considered the consequences of forcing Qin Chu to become Pope? At that time, the entire Church will fall apart, and may even face destruction. Is this really the result you want to see?"

Destruction?

Qin Chu's appointment as pope might cause some conflicts.

But if you few were to become popes, wouldn't the Church truly be headed for destruction?

"Veronica, take my advice. While there's still time, stop insisting on these things. The papacy should be chosen from among the locals; this has been a rule for thousands of years."

"Hmm, speaking of which, there really haven't been many people from other worlds entering the Skyvault Continent in the past few thousand years. Even if they wanted to, they wouldn't have had the chance." A hint of Crimson suddenly flashed in Saint Monica's eyes.

Wadsworth keenly sensed something, his pupils dilating, but the old fox remained silent, a strange smile playing on his lips, as if he wanted to silently observe how things would unfold.

Saint Monica's words made Cain feel as if he had gained an ally, and he was overjoyed. "Does Her Majesty Saint Monica think so too?"

"Of course, but if we're choosing from native clergy, I think Miss Veronica would be a very good fit for the position of Pope, wouldn't you say?"

Creak...

Saint Monica's words immediately caused everyone else's expressions to freeze.

What a joke! If Veronica becomes pope, what's the point of all that fighting for her position for so long?

"Huh? Isn't this perfectly normal? Miss Veronica is the Grand Master of the Holy Knights Order. With Augustus dead, Rosweisse corrupted and missing, and Douglas dead, Miss Veronica should be the highest-ranking clergyman in the Holy Church right now. It's only reasonable for her to become Pope."

Veronica was slightly startled and was about to explain something.

Wright couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahem, Her Majesty Saint Monica is right... Veronica is indeed the highest-ranking, but... ahem, she is still too young and inexperienced. I'm worried that she might not be able to manage such a large enterprise as the Holy Church."

"Therefore, it's better to choose from the more experienced and senior members."

"I see. Then Mr. Ampton is quite good too. He's a senior member of the Holy Church, one of the most senior clergy present. I feel he's fully qualified..."

Cain shook his head frantically. "No, no, no, Ampton is absolutely not allowed. He embezzled six million Mana from the Holy Church and even had an improper relationship with a nun. How can such a tainted person serve as the Pope of the Holy Church? It would only bring shame to the Holy See."

"We should choose someone with seniority and no blemishes." Cain said, puffing out his chest. Without a doubt, the person with seniority and no blemishes was himself.

Watching their performance, Wadsworth simply shook his head slightly. These nine idiots, even combined, might not have the ability to fight against Brother Qin.

Now they're even fighting amongst themselves over the position of Pope.

A bunch of useless trash.

Just as a group of people were chattering and blushing, claiming that they were the most qualified, Wadsworth and Saint Monica seemed to suddenly sense something.

The two men stood up almost simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the ceiling made of huge stones above them, as if they could peek through the stone slabs at the outside world.

For a moment, no one could understand what the two were doing.

But the next moment, a terrifying scene unfolded.

Call...

An indescribable gust of wind howled past.

The boulders overhead were instantly blasted away piece by piece, and in an instant, bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the faces that had changed color.

Clearly visible to the naked eye, the boulder, which appeared to have existed for millions of years, was weathering at an extremely rapid pace under the raging winds. In a short time, it had turned into fine particles, which fell from the sky like dust.

Not only the huge stones on the roof, but even the surrounding walls were the same.

The boulders, which were originally so hard that they could withstand the fierce blows of swords and blades, were all turned into fine gravel covering the ground in a short moment.

What kind of power is this?

In an instant, countless hearts trembled. With their strength, shattering a boulder wouldn't be too difficult, but to transform it into fine dust like this was something no one could do.

Even Saint Monica and Wadsworth won't work.

Then, a soft and holy white light cascaded down from the sky, and pairs of eyes followed the source of the Holy Light in the sky. Finally, they saw it.

A figure stood silently in the night sky.

Behind it were a pair of enormous wings, at least three meters long, filled with pure white.

Like an angel descending, radiating holy light, dispelling all darkness and bringing daylight.

Is this... is this a miracle?

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.

The sacred aura made everyone tremble, their very souls trembling.

The previously deafening shouts instantly subsided, and a deathly silence descended. No one dared to utter a single sound at that moment.

Some people even prostrated themselves on the ground as if purely out of instinct, tears streaming down their faces, constantly chanting prayers to the Goddess of Holy Light.

This action seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with more and more people kneeling devoutly on the ground, their bodies trembling. Looking around, there were hardly any people left who could still stand.

A miracle, that's a miracle.

The Holy Church hasn't witnessed such a miracle for thousands of years.