Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 220 Saint Plan

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Saint Plan

When this gap was opened, everything that followed became simple.

Just like the growth of a plant, initially it was just a tiny seed in a crevice, but with the nourishment of sunlight and rain, it eventually took root deeply and blossomed fruitfully.

Due to a significant increase in his own strength and the Bishop’s nearly exhausted state, Anvis spent about half a day to successfully maximize the growth of the Twisted Seed.

Afterward, he dissolved the makeshift Flesh Clone that was brought out to pad numbers, no longer intimidating this young Bishop of the Holy Radiance Church.

Just like when he had transformed into the ’Mirror Man’, the so-called Destiny Parasite ritual was also a combination of [Flesh Clone], [Flesh Manipulation], and [Ancient Majesty].

The true Destiny Parasite ritual is extremely complex, with cumbersome steps and rare materials needed, and the specific arrangements and procedures of the ritual are almost lost.

Utilizing a faint hint of mental guiding effect mixed in his words, given the Bishop’s current mental state, he probably wouldn’t have the time to distinguish carefully.

However, during the process of planting the Twisted Seed just now, Anvis could clearly feel that Yanile’s mental resistance was far stronger than other subjects he had implanted the Twisted Seed into before.

He was unsure whether this was due to Yanile’s Eighth Rank strength, or because of his faith being especially firm since he came from the Holy Radiance Church.

If it had been before absorbing that Sealing, Anvis would not have been sure whether the Twisted Seed could ultimately take shape.

But after absorbing that Sealing, the Ancient Secret Scripture, which had undergone a fundamental upgrade in All Attributes, was already sufficient to face this level of resistance.

Once the Twisted Seed was fully mature, the brim of Anvis’s hood flickered slightly, and he asked the first question.

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"Yanile... My name is Yanile, Your Holiness."

A flicker of unusual fervor passed through his pale golden eyes, and the golden-haired young Bishop spoke devoutly, as if facing the Divine he had once served wholeheartedly.

"Very well—"

Anvis nodded.

"Then, Yanile, tell me, why did you come to this island?"

"For that legendary Holy Object, Your Holiness."

With his pale golden eyes gazing up at Anvis, Yanile spoke without hesitation, revealing the fundamental reason for his secret visit to the island.

"According to information from the Church’s intelligence agency, there exists a certain unknown and... secret sect on this island, and they possess the real Old God’s Blood."

"For these traces left by the ancient beings from between the stars, ever since the foundation of the Holy Radiance Church, the top hierarchy of the Church has been collecting and dealing with these artifacts to prevent them from falling into the hands of the wicked, threatening the Continent."

"I also came to this island specifically because, right before leaving, the Archbishop himself personally entrusted me with this task."

With a slight nod, Anvis casually waved his hand through the air, and suddenly the dark Magic Shackles binding the young Bishop’s limbs on the altar vanished.

After moving his limbs, Yanile weakly rose from the rocky altar, his eyes still carrying that faint frenzy.

Watching the golden-haired Bishop stand up, Anvis felt a touch of anticipation within, ready to test the new abilities of the Twisted Seed.

Previously, after the Ancient Secret Scripture absorbed the Seal surpassing Ninth Rank, the Spell effect of the Twisted Seed gained an exceedingly powerful new ability:

It could peek into the memories of the subject, viewing their most vivid scenes, without the subject being aware of it.

Placing an hourglass upside down on the ground, Anvis gently stroked the cover of the Ancient Secret Scripture, slowly concentrating his thoughts, attempting to perceive the position of the now-formed Twisted Seed.

In the Mind Space, three blurry dark green stars suddenly lit up.

As Anvis’s focus prolonged, the brightness of the stars also began to become clearer.

The other two stars were far from him, and their outlines more blurred, while the third star was very close, exceptionally clear and bright.

Anvis tried to extend his spiritual power, touching the star slightly.

A ring of faint light ripples emanated from the star body, and at the same time, his perspective suddenly changed.

The surroundings transformed into a solemn Great Cathedral with an unimaginably high vaulted dome, surrounded by massive stained glass depicting mythological epics.

He was standing under that massive dome, with rich golden sunlight diffusing through the grand windows carved from various magic gemstones, enveloping him and the person in front, making the scene incredibly sacred.

The person in front was a middle-aged man with brown hair wrapped in a deep red solemn robe, with a serious face, enveloped in a faint light.

The moment Anvis saw that face, he immediately recognized his identity.

[Holy Judgment] Yogesen, one of the seven Archbishops of the Holy Radiance Church, a Peak Ninth Rank Holy Position.

At this moment, he was opening his mouth to say something to Anvis.

"...Go, try to avoid drawing attention along the way."

Having said that, Yogesen turned around, facing the pristine altar above, the radiant light contained in the cup, and slightly closed his eyes.

"Soon, Yanile, when you bring back the Old God’s Blood, your name will be listed among them, first to receive the Divine Radiance and favor."

Then, this segment suddenly blurred, transitioning to a scene on the streets of Holy Song City.

A blonde girl in a deep blue Priest Robe was holding his hand, slowly walking on the street paved with blue rock, seemingly aiding ordinary people.

The girl wore a gentle smile, distributing bread from the magic basket to the surrounding people. He watched this scene calmly, occasionally waving his hand, emitting speckles of holy radiance, enveloping the people, driving away their diseases.

In front of them, several raggedly dressed commoners showed faces filled with gratitude, continuously bowing in thanks to the two.

Next instant, the scene changed again, turning into a simple white quiet room.

In front was a golden cup holding sacred radiance, he stood there alone, slightly bowing his head, hands crossed on his chest, seemingly praying quietly to the Divine.

However, from the memories emerged a very complex emotion, indicating his mood at that time was not as calm as it appeared.

The trial of a ’heretic’ during the day was troubling him.

He was reflecting on what truly constitutes justice.

Through these series of memories, Anvis gradually understood the life story of this Bishop.

At the same time, in the fragmented and disconnected corners of memory, he caught a subtle term.

—Saint Plan.

This term appeared only once in the Bishop’s memory, but his recollection of it was extremely profound.

At other times, in the memory scenes about this plan, the characters involved seemed somewhat secretive, and the bishop himself seemed to have little understanding of the specifics of the plan.

He only vaguely knew that the nature of the plan seemed to be related to the power of faith.

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