Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 197: The Might of the Holy Object

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: The Might of the Holy Object

He couldn’t tolerate such blasphemous words; to him, Anvis’s remarks were sharper and more insulting than ’I am your father’ would be to most people.

"You want the Holy Object? Fine..."

He gave a strange smile, and ’Evan’ lifted his left hand horizontally.

A golden goblet suddenly appeared out of thin air in the palm of his empty left hand.

The body of the goblet was slightly larger than a fist, with a shiny surface and without any carvings, seemingly unremarkable.

At this moment, after having bought some time with his words, the goblet was once again filled with a dark and rich Radiance.

"Then here, experience the grace of the Divine for yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the goblet suddenly collapsed, and the abnormally viscous radiance-like liquid instantly enveloped the entire cave, submerging everything within it.

Jom instantly blocked in front of Anvis and slashed his sword towards the goblet like lightning, but the sword light also melted away in the radiance.

Enveloped by this dense dark radiance, Evonne and Jom instantly felt darkness before their eyes, as an intense wave of negative emotions rose from the depths of their hearts, and their consciousness began to blur.

Pain and fear swirled into a vortex, dragging their consciousness into an abyss darker than the night, and at the bottom of that abyss in a sea of blood, there surged desires of greed and pleasure, as well as the thrill of supreme joy...

Anvis didn’t know what Jom and the others were feeling, but as the light approached him, he realized once again, just as he had vaguely anticipated before, that the so-called ’Holy Object’ in the Priest’s hands had no effect on him whatsoever.

The dreadful radiance flowed off his body like water, just as it had when he faced the roar of the ancient, gigantic ’Amoeba’ in the ruins before.

He stood like a rock in the tide, completely indifferent to the slight splashes of the waves.

In fact, as soon as he saw the Bishop of the Church Court lying on the Altar, Anvis felt that something was amiss.

The Magic Fluctuation of the Black Robed Priest was only at Seventh Rank, and the other Alien God believers in the cave didn’t even surpass Sixth Rank.

Logically, even if all of these people were to attack together, they would not be enough for a Bishop in the Divine Favor state to brush away with a few Holy Light spells.

But the reality was, there were not even signs of a fight in the cave.

The only possibility was that the Bishop was ambushed by something, resulting in the fight ending in an instant.

As such, Anvis could only think of that mysterious ’Holy Object’.

He had been guarding against the possibility that the Priest might use the ’Holy Object’ to ambush them for quite a while.

At his side, the ancient Secret Scripture now revealed in its true form emitted a weak glow, and its inner text had been turned to one of the few blank pages towards the end of the book.

Facing the darkness incited by the Holy Object in the cave, the blank page began to release a strange Gravity.

[Sealing]

The sea of dark radiance that surged and rolled in the cave, upon encountering this Gravity, was rapidly sucked into the pages like into a bottomless black hole, creating terrifying distortions and whirlpools around it.

Although Anvis couldn’t fathom the depth of the mysterious Secret Scripture, it didn’t prevent him from utilizing its intensely targeted power against the ancient foreign creatures.

The moment he learned that the nature of the Holy Object originated from ’Old God’s Blood,’ Anvis conceived this plan.

With the power of the Ancient Secret Scripture, he would counter the Priest’s Holy Object while stealthily stealing a portion of its power—

The Black Robed Priest with mere Seventh Rank Strength was fundamentally incapable of mastering a Mysterious Object of beyond Super Ninth Rank.

Hence, his role was most likely only to trigger it, and then let the ’Holy Object’ operate on its own accord, just like the current way he was using the Secret Scripture.

This way, it became a contest between the power of the Holy Object and the Ancient Secret Scripture.

......

As the Secret Scripture’s pages absorbed it, the darkness that covered everything in the cave soon receded again.

Seeing the dark recede prematurely, the Black Robed Priest atop the altar was a bit puzzled.

He clearly remembered that the power of the Holy Object was supposed to last much longer.

And why could that blasphemer, that ant, still maintain a normal Will under the power of the Divine?

Although he was the initiator, the power of the Holy Object was not something he could control. This also made it impossible for him to observe what was happening within the range of the Holy Object’s effect.

It was only when the darkness in the cave completely dissipated that he saw the result.

"Interesting, let me think, ant, your name is... Anvis, right?"

’Evan’ couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity, which led him to make a decision.

If this amusing ant is willing to cleverly hand over his secret, then he will generously grant him the time to bid farewell to this world.

"Tell me, what have you done?"

Yes, at the moment, his feeling was merely curiosity and not much wariness, because he could clearly perceive that not even a Mid Rank Professional could compare to Anvis.

Besides Anvis, including the Eighth Rank Professional by his side, everyone was deeply entrapped in the divine power, unable to extricate themselves.

Hearing the Priest’s inquiry tinged with curiosity, Anvis blinked.

"According to the ancient principle of equivalent exchange, if you wish to know the answer to this question, you must trade it for the answer to another one."

"Equivalent exchange?"

The Priest raised his eyebrows in surprise, seemingly astonished at Anvis’s calm demeanor and boldness. Then, as if he had heard an incredibly amusing joke, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Nevermind, it’s all the same for me to personally unearth your secret."

As he spoke, Evan’s expression suddenly turned cold. He raised the scepter in his hand, instantly appearing beside Anvis, reaching for his head.

Logically speaking, with a five Rank gap in strength, Anvis should have had no chance of escape.

Snap—

But at the same moment, a large hand suddenly reached over, firmly gripping Evan’s extended hand!

The previously eyes-closed Jom, immersed in his illusion dream, suddenly opened his eyes.

"You, you also possess a Holy Object?!"

Evan’s face dramatically changed, as he suddenly saw a strange thick book of dark green color attached to Jom’s waist.

"Dear Black Robed Priest, do you like this little surprise from an ant?"

He was close at hand but beyond his reach. The handsome young man with pale golden shattered hair placed his right hand over his chest, bowing elegantly, perfect and appropriate in deportment.

At the same time, the frost-white Magic Frost was already creeping up his wrist, that Jom had firmly grasped, slowly spreading upwards.

With violent Alien Power fluctuations bursting from his body, ’Evan’ struggled, attempting to sever his own arm in order to escape, but an invisible and terrifying field of force had already locked his body solidly in place, leaving him unable to make even the slightest move.

"It’s futile, foreigner, you have no escape—"

In the end, seeing that it was impossible, ’Evan’s’ expression suddenly became indifferent, as he made one final proclamation, akin to a prophecy.

Then, the terrifying Magic Frost covered over, bringing with it his final words, and along with his life, was sealed in ice.

Glancing at the lifeless ’Evan’, Anvis’s gaze turned toward the cave.

The moment Evan died, those Alien God believers suddenly swayed and then all fell down, devoid of breath.

While on the altar surrounded by pale white candles, suddenly a teleporting brilliance emerged, directly transporting the unconscious Bishop away.

With a flash of his eyes, Anvis looked towards Evonne who was still unconscious beside him.

For some reasons, he had not used the Ancient Secret Scripture to absorb the Old God Power from her just now. Therefore, she was still playing the role of her Sleeping Beauty.

Only now, after ’Evan’s’ death, the body of this Sleeping Beauty began to transform...

"Jom, please take her temporarily out of this cave for a while, I have some matters to attend to."

....

In the real world, deep beneath the mountains on an island, in front of a hidden altar.

"The last one, the sacrifice is enough."

The young Bishop lies on top of the altar, and the Great Sacrificial Rite, who should have already died by the hand of the young Bishop, is now holding the Black Stone scepter, standing unfazed in front of the altar.

"What?!"

In an instant, he seemed to have sensed something, and the expressionless face now finally showed heavy suspicion and incredulity.

"The Moon Shadow Seal, disappeared?!!"