"Who removed my soul imprint?" The old man, Pontiff of the Holy Light Church, pondered. "Although the Number Twelve Void World belongs to the Lorenzo Kingdom, its strongest Calamity Rank fighter should be that young Mora. He can't remove my soul imprint, and even if he could, he wouldn't dare. Yet the imprint I left on the Hundred Thousand Swords is gone. Who did it? The Light of Wisdom's Saint of Light, or His Majesty the Emperor of the Divine Eagle Empire?"
A moment later, the old man stopped speculating. "Investigate the Number Twelve Void World. Don't expose yourselves or interfere. Keep it secret."
"Yes!" The voice came from nearby once more...
At the same time, Green spent ten thousand Psychic Energy to erase the soul imprint from the Hundred Thousand Swords. He tossed the Divine Artifact into the Graveyard, paid it no further mind, then opened the Nightmare Kingdom to collect the Legendary fighters' souls.
Four Legendary fighters of the Holy Crusaders had just been killed, including Archbishop Hiltonstin. Green tried to collect their souls with the Nightmare Kingdom, but the moment he locked onto them, another force began struggling against it. Threads of Holy Light emerged from the four souls in answer to that force, resisting the Nightmare Kingdom.
Is the Lord of Light's Divine Kingdom calling his followers' souls home? Green frowned. After a moment's hesitation, he gave up the struggle and let the souls drift away from the Nightmare Kingdom. But in the blink of an eye, he cast Death Corruption several times. Black mist ate into all four souls, raising hissing wisps of white smoke as they twisted in agony.
The next moment, golden light emerged from the Void and enveloped the four souls, purging the black mist. But the purification inevitably inflicted terrible damage.