Lord of Mysterious Wizard
Chapter 438: 418: Profanity, 4000 Words!_2

Chapter 438: Chapter 418: Profanity, 4000 Words!_2

And moreover, not from headquarters.

The various associate churches scattered across the major cities, including things like evangelists and statues of holy nuns, were not within the church, but rather in places like soup kitchens and hospitals.

The terrible depths of the church were fully revealed at this moment.

But when that holy light burst forth, turning the Federation as if it had transformed into an “Earthly Heaven,” the shock brought by the host of angels carrying the throne finally began to dissipate some. What remained also began to fade after a succession of giant angels looking down upon the common people were scorched by the true holy light and shattered amidst their wails.

Over thirty angels, slaughtered by the joint hands of four demigod-level powerhouses, allowed the Federation, originally in utmost chaos, to rapidly return to the precarious state from before the incident.

The black-green hue that polluted the water sources of dozens of cities in the Federation was rapidly dispersing, and the civilians who were asleep but still tormented by the “Angel’s Blood” showed peaceful, serene expressions under the gentle holy light, as if they were entering a beautiful dream realm.

Just when the transcendent beings participating in this war thought the dust was about to settle,

a sudden, bizarre scene unfolded.

Those four demigod-level “Radiant Walls” were about to close in and unleash their strongest might, ready to obliterate the ancient throne in the sky above the “Second Holy City”, along with Leckter seated upon it, as well as the Sea of Evil Flowers, and many defilements of the Ancestor Spring.

The projected image, as if stuck, presented a stagnant scene.

The holy radiance, amidst the stagnation, was rapidly consumed, and began to thin out.

When everything resumed, the holy light dissipated without a sound.

In the Second Holy City, eight giant-like figures appeared, although their bodies were shattered and wings broken, the surging black-green flesh inside revealed, yet those eight tainted yet holy angels still held their heads high, stretching out their hands, firmly hoisting the throne, determinedly sending it toward the starry sky.

“My name…Time!”

As if omnipresent, the voice penetrated all transcendent beings’ ears.

They watched the scene that once again recovered, resembling an ancient myth, revealing a unanimous look of disbelief.

What was even more shocking was that at this time, from within the depth of the Sea of Evil Flowers, that mysterious and perfect figure on the ancient throne wrapped in the “Ancestor Spring” suddenly emerged from the shadows, a sigh filled with absurd tenderness resounding across the Federation.

Leckter!

Or rather, Burn Anderson!

This mad, genius-strongman who appeared since the return of the Spiritual Tide, master of the Hound Corps, the insolent, shameless Shepherd, he watched from on high at the “billions of lambs” below, then turned his gaze toward those four demigod-level figures.

On his face, which was perfect to the point of glowing, emerged a trace of mockery. He stood before the four demigod-level beings of the church and, word by word, manipulated the prayer words most commonly used by the Bright Church.

Accompanied by his voice, a myriad of obscene and malicious images exploded within the black-green spring water.

Each image, created by the most cruel and truest of artists—humankind itself—deeply revealed the dark side of humanity, those indecent desires that are like a plague, madly began to spread.

Those civilians who had entered peaceful sleep were almost simultaneously dragged into nightmares, the seven-colored “Evil Flowers” constantly blooming.

“I came into this world; I saw endless lambs, lured by despicable demons, deceived by false light, so I brought forth the Hounds, I unleashed primal evil, I let the lambs birth angels, and the angels will carry aloft the good Shepherd, the Great Him who will become…”

“Boom!”

“Become the Master!”

The lambs, again began to roar, as the Evil Flowers swayed, their roars gradually turned into fearsome chants.

“My Lord comes into the world, the nations of earth will be His Kingdom, He shall reign, the king of kings, the lord of lords, forever…”

Amidst the chanting, the Federation seemed dragged into the “Realm of Evil,” the black-green breath infiltrating all life.

The ancient throne had already ascended the sky, and in the corresponding star space above Leckter, a divine and inconceivable gap was born, with pure light shining down as if he could ascend through it with an outstretched palm, becoming… Divine.

“Bang~ banging”

In the secret chamber of the Ancient Castle Bureau, Tang Qi’s heart was beating wildly.

Wait! Just wait a moment!

His mind was almost roaring.

By common sense, now was the time he should have taken action, to destroy Mrs. Anderson and the dead fetus within her, to prevent the birth of the Ninth Angel and thwart Leckter from becoming a god.

But intense instinct held Tang Qi back.

At this moment, an even more incomprehensible scene unfolded.

The four Demigod Level entities began to disappear, starting with York Sims, vanishing into thin air as they gazed at “Leckter”.

The Transcendents were on the brink of madness.

Rafael was nearly roaring as he passed on his final judgment.

“Director, there’s still a chance. The prophecy says nine angels uphold the Throne, the Time Angel is the eighth, there’s one left… It must be in Secret Phoenix City, with Mrs. Anderson carrying the Angel Fetus. Kill her, you must kill her.”

“Boom!”

As Rafael’s roar echoed, a magnificent voice suddenly resounded within Secret Phoenix City.

“I nurture the Fire of Justice and extinguish the Flames of Evil!”

When William O’Neill’s voice sounded, throughout the vast Secret Phoenix City, invisible intangible flames burst forth from countless tiny “Magic Arrays”, in an instant enveloping the entire Main City, a vague, enormous phantom of a giant beast flashed by.

It was outlined in lines, dynamic and light, carrying a supremely noble Crown.

Inside the blood bubble, Diana heard Mrs. Anderson begin to wail beside her ear; the intangible flames had penetrated the blood bubble, starting to burn the tainted Angel’s Blood.

Her belly’s “dead fetus” thus began to scream, about to release a wave of terrible malevolence.

But at this moment, Mrs. Anderson, her arm nearly wristless, jammed it horizontally into the dead fetus’s mouth. With a “crunch, crunch” sound, Mrs. Anderson soothingly murmured to it as if in delirium.

Once the dead fetus became quiet again, Mrs. Anderson’s breath gradually faded.

Outside, the chanting became increasingly terrifying.

Foul, malicious energy poured out from the bodies of the Believers, seemingly following some mysterious Guidance. Overhead of the Second Holy City, a giant “Evil Flower” bloomed, and within its bud was not Leckter but a newly born Angel.

It was taller than the other eight Angels, its wings spread wide, its powerful arms likewise reaching toward that ancient, mottled Throne.

All Transcendents watched as a greedy, mad smile spread across Leckter’s face.

“He is about to ascend to godhood!”

“A new epoch, a new era, the first Divine Being?”

As this thought formed in the Transcendents’ minds.

Mutant, it came crashing down.

In the skies above Holy Eagle Nest City and Jiatai City, these two sole mega-metropolises of the Federation, two illusory, unbelievable phantoms emerged.

It was an aged Sheepskin Scroll, filled with Federation General Language, slowly unfurling, a terrifying power enveloping the Throne.

“The Federation shall have no king!”

A voice filled with Justice and Order, as if crossing the river of time, suddenly resounded at this moment.

The statue of the Lord of Thorns standing in Jiatai City, which had stood for hundreds of years, came to life; its longsword, the slayer of Evil Demons, abruptly slashed towards the Throne.

“Defile My Lord, and thou shalt be slaughtered!”

…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Within the minds of all Transcendents, including Tang Qi, a tremendous surge arose. The powers revealed at this moment belonged to the Federation and the Church, and even the most ordinary citizens could recognize them from their common knowledge.

As those two voices thundered, on the Throne, Leckter, his perfect face finally curling into a radiant smile.