In the perception of the Federation's mysterious side, Merada Special Education School was not categorized as a "large organization." An army led by "Tristan Sophia" supposedly had enough strength to destroy this Witch School.

But in reality, they suffered a tremendous setback.

Including Tristan himself, although he had entered a state of fighting for faith, he still failed to kill any of the children, or any of the monsters for that matter.

Under their divided scrutiny, as a dozen students stood up to counterattack, the seemingly invincible vanguard army was on the verge of annihilation atop Green Dragon Ridge Lake.

The observing "big shots" turned their gazes back to the Thorny Sky Tower, with Charles I, offering himself up, was blocked by the "Holy Confessor."

"Has the Bright Church become so fragile?"

This thought had just surfaced in everyone's minds when several plausible answers also emerged automatically.

"Perhaps it's because the churches from the Old Continent couldn't get involved?"

"Or maybe, only the believers of the 'Lord of Light' are somewhat isolated; hampered by the civil war between thorns and light, believers of divine beings from the same camp such as the Order Goddess and the Savior's Son didn't join in the fray."

...

In front of Tang Qi, the magic portal was continuously maintained, and he looked up at the Thorny Sky Tower, as well as inside the secret realm; everything seemed to be moving toward a beautiful ending.

"The school showed its strength for the first time, the strength to contend with the Bright Church's vanguard army... Martin Sims's block against Charles I allowed Rafael to successfully return to the Divine Realm, the thorns revived, and He will divide the authority of 'light,' restore the deities within the kingdom one by one, establishing a whole new, powerful divine system... Did I choose the right camp, and am going to 'win by lying down' in this major event?"

These thoughts flashed quickly through his head and were immediately denied by himself.

He was in the Library Tower, looking down at the battlefield scene, where Noah, Shay, Ayisha, Austin, Tate... were showcasing powerful combat prowess. His gaze moved upward to the pitch-dark night above, with scenes unfolding across the Federation.

Across dozens of states of the Federation, in countless cities, within each "Light Church."

Devout chanting gave rise to robust and sacred pillars of light that forcibly opened fissures on the mystical barriers, and the true Bright Heavenly Country continuously opened up, "the Lord's" presence gradually began responding to each believer.

In Secret Phoenix City, at the Bright Cathedral.

Within the prayer hall, priests and nuns gathered together, led by a tall and skinny bishop with glasses who looked more like a scholar, loudly praying. Thin streams of rich holy light spilled from their bodies, converging into the light pillar in the front.

On one side of the hall, dozens of knights, warriors, and heavy armor soldiers, covered in blood, also bowed their heads and kneeled, chanting.

Stanna, trying to maintain "appearances," cast a sidelong glance at her comrades, the nearby priests and nuns, their faces streaming with tears, eyes closed, intently listening to "the Lord's" teachings.

"This is a miracle!"

"The Lord has never abandoned us; He is about to awaken!"

"The blasphemers, the traitors, will eventually turn to dust under the holy light."

As these thoughts intertwined, Stanna's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of worry; not far from her, within the holy light, the scenes from within the Lake Heart Island Secret Realm were emerging.

Tang Qi shifted his gaze back to the battlefield, affirming unequivocally:

"Even if it's only the 'light's' believers, they cannot possibly be so weak; they should be the strongest within the camp."

"During the Federation's founding stage in the Dark Era, Piers's radiance was too strong, overshadowing the reputation of other 'prophets' in the church, and so was Martin Sims. Beneath the two of them, there were other prophets, or strong figures, and most of them were believers of 'light.'"

"Lancelot could transform into an 'Undying Heroic Spirit,' perhaps other strong figures could too..."

"Boom!"

Amid Tang Qi's muttering, the Church finally showed its true strength at this moment.

The holy light pillars from various parts of the Federation, which had rammed into the 'mysterious,' swelled unpredictably, the "cracks" seemed about to merge, and the entire Federation appeared on the verge of being enveloped by the "Bright Kingdom." The sanctified radiance was about to spill into every corner.

The Bright believers in "combat," whether Charles I climbing the Thorny Sky Tower, the Holy Judgment Knights and bishops, or the Bright Knights who were attacking the Merada Special Education School and trying to massacre the children—all had holy light shining down from above, piercing through the void.

"The Lord's response!"

Every believer was moved to tears.

On the beach in front of Dragon Heart Castle, the future Knight King, Tristan Sophia, whose originally cold and beautiful face was undergoing a disturbing transformation due to combat with the "Decadent," as the middle-aged man with a troubled countenance emitted an aura that caused severe pollution to her.

Gradually, the Knight King also began to decay.

Until this moment, when the Holy Light showered upon her and she regained consciousness, she gave the Decadent one cold glance. Tristan suddenly pulled out a piece of "rag" stained with blood from within his armor. Those mottled bloodstains emanated an unimaginably frenzied and murderous aura, yet they retained a bizarre sanctity.

She took the rag, wiping it across the Knight Sword in her hand.

Boom!

A sacred Blood Light burst forth, a blur of a "Heroic Spirit" emerging from the Holy Light above Tristan's head, merging with the future Knight King, an unimaginable world exploded before the face of the Decadent, teeming with seas of blood, Earth's life, hell's Devils, and the Evil Seeds of Exotic Realms...

They all wailed within it, and before the Decadent could resist under the empowerment of the Holy Light above, it was dragged into that world.

At the same moment, similar scenes kept unfolding in various parts of the Secret Realm.

The nearly defeated Vanguard Army, almost every one of them produced various "Holy Relics", calling upon Heroic Spirits with the Holy Light above their heads.

The reversal in an instant also happened at the Thorny Sky-reaching Tower, where the evenly matched "Lights" above began to diverge. One of the starlights was gradually suppressed, becoming weak, while the ever-spreading Holy Thorns below were being destroyed by powerful believers.

Holy Judgment Knight Lancelot, the berserk Red Robed Bishop, rampaging Bright Knights... The believers gained a nearly endless empowerment of Holy Light, and they were fearless.

A drastic change is coming!

Tragedy is about to descend!

Boom!

Under the starry sky, the two lights swiftly decided the victor.

As they untangled themselves, Charles I, composed entirely of Holy Light, emerged unscathed from the void, while on the other side was a feeble, dying figure, his body devoid of any intactness, drenched in crimson, real bloodstains, Thorny Clothes shattered, only half of his Crown remained, with his "Confessional Sword" broken...

The Confessor, lost.

All the Big Shots watching were frozen in their expressions at this moment.

In their eyes at this moment:

The Divine Eagle Federation was no longer shrouded by the "Dark Night"; it was as though a massive Light Ball had appeared over the Federation, the sacred Radiance piercing through the nightfall, sprinkling down, with every Bright believer kneeling down, tears streaming down their faces as they chanted. They tilted their heads up high, gazing towards the continually destroyed Holy Thorns Peak, where a figure of pure Light Divinity stood, perched on high, an incarnation of the "Master".

All life should kneel before "Him", offering their faith.

But at this moment, the first thing He received was a sneer.

It came from the Confessor, Martin Sims.

This old man, known as the "Strongest Saint", now sat collapsed within the thorns. His aged face was full of a mocking smile, faint at first but soon his laughter echoed to the skies, resonating through the entirety of Secret Phoenix City.

It was as if everyone was watching a grotesque play, or an epic fresco called "The Old Man Who Mocked the 'Master'".

Charles I had long lost himself. He didn't attend to the mockery, He walked straight past Sims, towards the bound "Rafael", with the Sword of Punishment in His hand, ready to behead Rafael.

As He moved, all eyes also caught a glimpse of what was behind Him.

A small piece of "sword tip" fell from the wound, and for a very brief moment, everyone caught sight of that impossible, unbelievable scene beneath the Holy Light.

Within the "Human Skin" composed purely of Divinity and Holy Light, there appeared to be a real world, filled with endless, squirming Flesh of darkness, forming into human faces, men, women, elderly, children... Each face was incredibly twisted, in immense pain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Screams, once again, rang out everywhere on the Origin Star, and this time it was more severe.

On the fourth floor of the Library Tower, Tang Qi let out a muffled groan, his hands involuntarily covering his eyes, his body uncontrollably trembling, dark, pitch-black Blood Tears streaming again, with his exposed skin, be it on the arms or the face, sprouting numerous little faces, seemingly eager to break through the "Bindings" and emerge from within him.

The Book of Nothingness quivered once again, and when strips of special "Holy Light" were devoured, two Chaos Mushrooms were born on the cover.

Tang Qi, like all the "Big Shots" now peering at the battlefield, had lost their composure, unable to contain the shocked, vacant look on their faces, unable to restrain the involuntary trembling of their bodies. Amid the streaming of turbid Blood Tears, thoughts of horror that they had never before considered churned in their minds.

"Even the Lord of Light has been polluted?"

"No, no, this may be the very reason for the rebellion against the 'Light' in the final battle of the Great Catastrophe."

"Is this the truth? The Lord of Light who is about to awaken, He has been polluted, He is no longer a Sovereign of Order, but is He sliding towards Chaos?"

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