"It seems that the legend is true, the ancestors of the William family, from the Dark Era, were chosen by the 'Justice Goddess' as From-Gods, possessing powerful strength and supreme virtue, that 'Upright William'."

"It should have been thought of earlier, Lord of Thorns and Justice Goddess were once... cough cough, it seems the reincarnation of that 'Sovereign' has been destined in the dark."

"Can Holy Judgment Knight Lancelot and the Light Army withstand a Judgment of Justice?"

"William O'Neill is no Charles I; he might not have the strength to communicate with the slumbering Justice Goddess, even as he's burning himself."

Amidst various thoughts flashing, the one feeling the utmost horror is undoubtedly Lancelot.

He is an "Undying Heroic Spirit," meaning he almost cannot be killed.

Unless he is hit with an attack beyond his limitations.

And right now, with William O'Neill sacrificing his own life, it is possible to achieve this.

Ordinary believers of the Justice Goddess, even if they burn their souls, cannot summon the "Goddess's Justice Judgment." But if the one doing this is a descendant of "Upright William," and also one infinitely close to a "Legendary Level" strong one, then everything is different.

Rage and the intent to kill take over Lancelot's eyes.

This Holy Judgment Knight makes a mad move, he releases the Holy Sword, and takes a step forward slowly.

Boom!

Under the sear of invisible Flames, everyone watches as Lancelot's Knight Armor turns charred, crumbling into powder that falls down, revealing his strong, perfect Flesh rapidly turning black, skin peeling away, with exposed vivid Flesh only to be burnt black again.

One step, and he's a "burnt corpse."

But Lancelot, still, intends to take the second step.

His mouth wide open, the charred lips cracking, revealing the white teeth, the crimson mouth, and a grim smile, his hand reaches out, Flesh quickly vanishing, showcasing the bones filled with Holy Light, the sharp phalanges nearly penetrating the Flames and into the skull of O'Neill, which was as thin as Paper Fragments.

And O'Neill's "Summoning" was not complete.

This scene unfolds, and sighs are heard from all over the Federation.

Clearly, the strength of William O'Neill, not only is far from that of "Charles I," but also can't compare to Holy Judgment Knight Lancelot, even though he is willing to sacrifice his life and has the blessing of strong bloodline, but in the Extraordinary World, combat power is the foundation of everything.

With the death of William O'Neill, the Ancient Castle Bureau, from top to bottom, is left to be slaughtered.

Inside Dragon Heart Castle, on the fourth floor of the Library Tower, in front of Tang Qi, a Magic Portal is slowly opening.

Just as he couldn't help himself and was about to intervene.

A gentle yet undeniable voice suddenly resounded through the Ancient Castle Bureau, reverberating throughout the Entire Secret Phoenix City.

"The Flower of Truth... must bloom amidst the thorns!"

"Boom!"

It explodes, within the primitive castle, the snow-white Holy Thorns radiating clean Radiance, in an instant, they envelop the entire William Castle, including "William O'Neill," everyone wrapped and protected by the Holy Thorns.

All chaos, be it Holy Light or Justice Fire, all absorbed by the Holy Thorns.

The only one treated "differently" is Holy Judgment Knight Lancelot, his body of the Heroic Spirit just recovered from the Justice Flames, upon opening his eyes, he sees dozens of "Holy Thorns" lashing towards him.

Crack crack crack!

With a series of noises that cannot be ignored, Lancelot has no power to resist, his armor is lashed open, skin splitting and Flesh gashing, blood pouring, falling from the sky, tumbling out of the thorns, wounds coated in dust, like a "Angel" who has fallen to the dirt, utterly embarrassed.

But at this moment, Lancelot doesn't care.

He leaps to his feet, looking towards the center of the castle.

Surrounded by numerous "Holy Thorns," slowly rising up, are two figures.

Rafael!

Everyone saw the young man with his head slightly bowed; his whole being was radiating light—pure, majestic, and supremely resplendent. It seemed he was inquiring to the elder in front of him, who was bowing with a face full of adoration.

And that elder with long white hair, like a wisdom-filled "Saint," answered the young man's questions while another voice belonging to him was also echoing through Secret Phoenix City.

No one knew the dialogue between the elder and "Rafael," but everyone could hear the elder's other voice.

My Lord said:

"This place must not be tainted by blade or spear!"

The calm yet undeniable voice caused everyone, including Lancelot, to involuntarily loosen their grip, as various weapons clattered to the ground.

Then another proclamation followed:

"Do not play games with faith!"

The chaotic and maddened crowds of Secret Phoenix City, slipping towards the brink of becoming "fanatics," were all awakened and then fell into slumber.

"The holy light must emanate from the soul!"

As this voice sounded, everyone guessed the identity of the elder, and within the ranks of the Bright Church, from Lancelot to an ordinary knight in the army, a fraction of them, as if facing impending doom, changed color dramatically.

An even more severe "transformation" was sweeping over the Kingdom of Light, which at this moment almost enveloped the entirety of Secret Phoenix City.

A shocking and gruesome scene was unfolding.

The Revenge Angels chanting the "Apocalypse," made entirely of pure Holy Light, had their foundations severed by the elder's utterance. Their swords tainted with "Holy Blood" began to disintegrate, and they fell from the sky one after another.

The chanting abruptly stopped.

The army surrounding William Castle, starting from Lancelot, whose body of a Heroic Spirit had been emitting dazzling Holy Light, started to decay; the sanctity become mottled, the radiance dimmed.

The light emanating from the Red Robed Bishops was weakened bit by bit, and several among them even perished outright, with their upright and holy bodies slumping over.

The knights, most of whom darkened, while a portion fell from grace.

The Heavy Armor Soldiers, dozens of whom lost the protection of the Holy Light, heard the crackling noise and turned into ordinary people, immediately crushed to death by the weight of their armor, their bloody flesh mashed and forcibly squeezed out through the crevices.

The nuns, emitting wails and screams, nearly half lost their Holy Light; they became old, ugly.

The priests, the majority of them began to exhibit "mutations" after the Holy Light dissipated, some unspeakably foul and infuriating Pollution burst forth on their bodies.

...

Across the Federation, many observing from various Extraordinary Organizations were at this moment falling into silence.

Truth Telling Skills must also comply with the Extraordinary Law; the old man's voice did not directly cut off their faith, and these ugly scenes emerging meant that within the Light Army, there was a part of the people whose faith was not pure from the start.

Soon, several barely concealed mocking laughter arose.

And almost all the chaos, organizations, and individuals from the Evil Camp, their mockery transmitted across great distances was all the more embarrassing for the people of the Church.

"The Truth Telling Skill of the Holy Prophet!"

On the fourth floor of the Library Tower, Tang Qi returned to the shadows, he too recognized the familiar elder, known in Ancient Castle Bureau as the Contained Object "MH-046" and his true identity.

In the Extraordinary World, one who could dissolve the Source of Power of the believers of light with "Truth Telling Skills" and was also a Believer of the Lord of Thorns, there could be only one.

"Among the Twelve Saints, the most solitary is the Holy Mage Bram Crowley, but the most mysterious must undoubtedly be the Saint Prophet Piers."

"The legends of the Dark Era hold that the Prophet is a kind, omniscient old man who proclaims himself Piers, but no one knows where he comes from, or what he wants to do... All that the world knows is that he was friends with the Confessor Martin Sims, possessing unfathomable abilities in prophecy and divination, he also held Truth Telling Skills akin to those of Divine."

"According to the Ancient Castle Bureau's records, the Contained Object 'MH-046' is named Jerome, and his history seems even more ancient than Piers."

"So, the Holy Prophet is both Jerome and Piers... or perhaps, they are merely disguises of a strong existence?"

As Tang Qi came to a judgment in his mind, he also entertained a notion of doubt.

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