As this radiance appeared, all the angels slightly turned aside, encircling that beam of light; knights, heavy armor soldiers, red-robed bishops... everyone in the kingdom knelt down, incredibly devout, joyfully chanting:

"Light, My Lord!"

Each of them displayed a smile of utter joy.

How many years had it been?

Once again, they were feeling the breath of light, the breath that belongs to the "Master."

"What is this?"

All the peeping toms widened their eyes in unison, fully realizing the insane idea of Charles I.

He was not only challenging the thorns on behalf of the "Master," but was doing much more; he was using an ancient contract to accelerate the awakening of the Lord of Light in an unimaginable way.

His method was somewhat like:

A person constantly murmuring into the ear of a "vegetative" patient, about things the patient cared about; if once didn't work, then twice, three times, four times, five times… Even if it could not awaken the vegetative patient, it could elicit some reactions.

The Bright Church, currently in "chaos," desperately needed a revelation from the Master.

On the fourth floor of the Library Tower, in the faint moonlight and shadows, Tang Qi sat in a chair, observing the images reflected by the ghost light, watching Charles I of the Bright Church whom he had never met face to face, observing his maniacal actions, watching the slowly opening gap.

Inside, an unimaginable kingdom was appearing.

"The Master says, those who believe in Me, shall enter My Heavenly Kingdom."

Amidst the piercing chanting, a burst of radiance suddenly emerged from that gap, from the Bright Heavenly Kingdom, like a meteor crashing towards Charles I, who was chanting the contract and challenging the thorns.

In that second, time seemed to stop.

Tang Qi's heart started pounding furiously, "thump thump thump"—an instinctive reaction; including him, everyone peeping at the epic scene, upon seeing that bunch of sacred radiance filled with supreme divinity that could influence all, understood.

The Lord of Light had not yet woken!

But, He had given a revelation!

As the radiance integrated into the "Charles I", the magnificent, golden vestment robe engulfed the earth, the Bright Heavy Crown representing supreme authority suppressed everything; amidst the Holy Light, the towering statue cracked with "crack~ crack" sounds, it crumbled.

The sharp bronze thorn crown fell, the mottled body shards silently smashed down, the Thorny Law Code shattered, the Thorny Heavy Sword broke into several pieces, the Black Stone base was blown away like dust... as the peeping toms completely lost their ability to speak.

Tang Qi slowly turned his head towards the wall, where a magical calendar next to the painting emitted a faint ghostly light, showing the date.

December the first!

...

In the Ancient Castle Bureau, inside a modern-style office with vintage details visible.

Rafael furrowed his brows, holding an "urgent letter" in his hands, addressed from the Tilos Demon Clan.

The content inside gave Rafael a very ominous premonition.

"Jason, who had returned to the Secret Realm, has disappeared without a reason..."

Rafael rapidly pondered, planning to forward the letter to Tang Qi and some other friends, hoping to help find Jason.

But at that moment, a knock came at the door.

"Come in!"

Rafael put away the letter and saw the entrant was a uniformed communications agent. He was about to ask when the agent spoke first, with an urgent tone.

"Agent Rafael, MH-046 has suddenly shown abnormal movement, he has sent out a message, willing to reopen communication and provide secrets related to the Great Catastrophe and the Lord of Thorns, but he demands to speak only with you, the Principal has also been refused."

"He has also given a deadline, you must meet him within a minute."

As soon as the communications agent finished, Rafael's brow furrowed even more.

For some reason, upon hearing the name of the containment object "MH-046" again, an incredibly strange feeling took over his heart, and he felt an overwhelming impulse, as if a voice in his mind was urging him.

Go meet him!

You must see Jerome!

Otherwise, you will regret it!

An irreparable tragedy will occur!

Go see him!

"Let's go!"

Rafael swiftly rose to his feet, following that strong premonition, he suddenly spoke.

...

In Thorns Square, amidst the horrifying sight of crumbling mountains, the current Pope Charles I merged into one with the divine radiance of holiness.

At this moment, he, no, He.

He is the true "Lord" incarnated on Earth, wearing a vestment robe, donned with a Bright Heavy Crown, surrounded by endless angels, guarded by Holy Light, His pale hands suddenly grabbed the ancient contract, fury appeared on His face.

When that contract shattered into light points and dispersed in His hands, He, like an enraged Divine, let out a trembling roar, shocking the "Mysterious":

"Followers of the Light, from today onwards, thorns will no longer entangle the Light."

"He, is the Deceiver, and even more so, a Traitor."

"Find His reincarnation, kill without mercy!"

"For My Lord!"

"For the Light!"

"Kill!"

One by one, truly heart-shaking "secrets" spilled from the mouth of Charles I.

He, merged with the Lord's radiance, is now an Earthly Saint.

As almost all Transcendent organizations and all strong individuals of the Mysterious Side were shocked by this great secret He revealed, Charles I fiercely waved his hand, and amid a surge of Holy Light, a "portal" connecting heaven and earth was opened.

On the other side of the portal, was a cold-styled ancient metropolitan city completely covered with snow.

"Secret Phoenix City, the reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns, hiding in Secret Phoenix City?"

"Could it have been a deception before? The Second Rotten Head colluded with the Confessor, making everyone believe the reincarnated was a Confessor, while the Lord of Thorns was already dead in the last battle of the Great Catastrophe that put all gods to sleep."

"It's certain, this is a deceit, a trick by Martin Sims to bring back the reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns."

"Everything makes sense now, why after returning from the Great Catastrophe Battlefield, the Confessor split from the Church, this Saint devoted not to the Lord of Light but to the Lord of Thorns, everything he and his companions did was to welcome back the thorns."

"But he did not expect that Charles I would do something so crazy; by holding the contract he questioned the thorns, received revelation from the awakening Lord of Light, could the plans of Saint Confessor Martin Sims, that spanned over more than two centuries, be about to fail?"

"So, who exactly is the reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns?"

The entire Federation, no, the entire Mysterious Side of the Origin Star, is now in an uproar.

Wave upon wave of shocking, unbelievable thoughts are boiling everywhere.

And now, led by "Charles I", the Bright Church is nearly rushing out in full force; clad in Holy Light, under the watch of countless blood-stained Sword Angels, they are crossing vast distances through the Void Portal, about to descend upon the Secret Phoenix City.

Deep within the "Bright Kingdom", an even more intense aura swirls, another Light Army, separated by a vast ocean, an insurmountable distance, under the lead of another "Pope" from the Old Continent, are chanting gospels for their New Continent companions, the Saints' Gospels·Apocalypse.

"Vengeance is mine! I will repay!"

...

"They're here!"

In the shadow and night, Tang Qi within Dragon Heart Castle, on the fourth floor of the towering Library Tower, separated by dense mists.

Watching the opening of the Gate of Heaven and Earth, watching the terrifyingly murderous "Light Army", the knights wielding the Light Sword, the heavily armored slaughter machines, the cold-faced Red Robed Bishops... the followers of the Light seem to vent their anger on the citizens of Secret Phoenix City, not even trying to conceal that overwhelming intent to kill, they didn't even let the civilians sleep.

Any that stand in their way will be slaughtered.

The swords wrapped in Holy Light seemed to crave for the sweet taste of fresh blood, yearning for the wails of souls.

Boom!

The rampaging Holy Light, the brilliance is not of "Mystery", it's of tonight's Secret Phoenix City.

Tang Qi let out a sigh, then calmly turned around.

He sat solemnly and seriously, with a stack of exquisite registers in front of him, a quill reserved for principals.

He picked up the quill, bent down, and began to write stroke by stroke.

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