The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 846: Volume 26 Ready to Strike - 9 The Storm is Set to Strike Again_2

Chapter 846: Volume 26 Ready to Strike Chapter 9 The Storm is Set to Strike Again_2

"Hmm, Lord Tez makes a lot of sense. If we could get Komer to make a statement, I think those guys would definitely sense a shift in the wind and take our demands more seriously," Hoffman said hopefully.

"However, getting Komer to make such a statement is probably not going to be easy. His relationship with Princess Katya is very close, and he also knows what consequences such an attitude would bring. So, we still need to carefully consider how to get Komer to do this." Tez was clearly not as optimistic as Hoffman. The prince seemed to be thinking too simply. Komer had been a political veteran for quite some time now and would not be manipulated as easily as before.

In the sanctuary, the statues were bathed in a layer of golden light mist under the afterglow of the setting sun, blending sanctity and magnificence. The colorful stained glass windows cast a blurry enchantment, and the whole hall rippled with a yearning for heaven amid the low and pleasing music. Both the people still in confession and the monks meditating with their eyes closed seemed immersed in this indescribable atmosphere, their spirits cleansed and purified, basking in the peace that follows confusion.

The prominent front of the Basilica appeared especially round and magnificent, and the shadow of the obelisk on the square moved gradually with the sunlight. Countless doves circled above the square, and everything looked so peaceful and beautiful.

The drab monastic robes trailed on the ground, and the cloak was slightly askew on the shoulders of the monk standing before the gate, who seemed very moved by the scene and remained silent, simply standing there quietly.

The man inside the room seemed to be cloaked in darkness, except for his eyes, which gleamed brightly. With his hands crossed within the wide sleeves of his clothes, it was impossible to guess what he was doing.

The two men maintained their stance, with no words exchanged.

"It seems we’re still short of success. We let that guy get away. Now, he’s come back with quite a momentum," the man who had been standing at the gateway suddenly said.

"Are you referring to that guy from the Caucasus?" The man standing in the darkness raised his voice a bit. "I don’t understand how he managed to survive. It’s said that barely one in a hundred survives falling into a spatial rift. Does that guy have such good luck?"

"Spatial rifts are mysterious, and even space mages find them hard to explain. Yet, this guy managed to stir up such a big commotion upon his return. Philip is finished, and even that guy Onia skulked back to Marco. Humph, even their Saintess Yelena has disappeared, what a joke. The Church of Light hasn’t seen such absurdity in centuries. Vazinsky always acts so grave, can he really keep calm this time?" A brazen and unrestrained voice rose suddenly, as eyes blazed like fierce flames, seemingly burning everything in the dark, while unruly hair trembled slightly with emotion, like an angry lion roaring in fury.

"Hmph, now with His Holiness the Pope in seclusion, not even the communication bells can wake him. Vazinsky must suffer in silence, given such a blunder. He doesn’t want Frenster to have a laugh at his expense. He has no choice but to bear it and leak the news to us, isn’t his intention clear? Noyola, he wants us to lead the charge. Little does he know, we’ve already been through a tough battle with our shirts off," the figure hidden in the darkness spoke calmly.

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"Hmph, I, of course, know he wants to use us, but I will not shy away simply because he is exploiting us. I, Noyola, was born to cleanse the filthy abominations lurking in darkness; it is the duty of our Religious Court. Since that fool has once again emerged foolishly, I will not hesitate to make him understand once more that the God of Light is not to be defiled!" Noyola’s speech grew increasingly impassioned, a fierce light shining in his eyes as his monk’s robe billowed as if caught in an updraft, ready to take flight.

"Noyola, do not underestimate him. Last time we were nearly unseated from our horses," the monk hidden in shadows said much more calmly, "Consider the fate that befell the Royal Court Magicians who went to Homer. We should find a multitude of doubts in between that warrant careful thought."

"Oh?" Noyola’s gaze sharpened, clearly also realizing the issue at hand, "Lorenzo, are you suggesting that this man still has strength he’s concealed?"

"Otherwise, on what grounds could he have made Vazinsky’s Three Saints return with clipped wings? The missing Iliana was said to be so talented and dedicated that even His Holiness the Pope praised her as the most suitable for the Light Arcane, likely to become a star of tomorrow. Yet, she vanished mysteriously, and then there’s Onia, possessing strength no less than the Light Saints. Three Semi Holy Knights, along with a slew of Mages from the Mage Corps, such a formidable group ended in utter defeat. What does this indicate?" The figure of Lorenzo, hidden in the darkness, seemed to grow more profound.

As the first Chief of the Religious Court, Noyola might speak and act wildly and unrestrainedly, but he was by no means a true madman. On the contrary, his analytical and decision-making abilities were every bit as sharp as the calm and cautious Lorenzo. With just a slight hint from Lorenzo, Noyola began to perceive the mystery within.

"If this guy’s magic ability improved to such heights in so short a time, I don’t believe it. The only possibility is that this guy now has other helpers by his side, and those helpers are certainly not weak; their strength may even exceed our imagination."

"That’s also my guess, but where do his helpers come from? The Dark Forces?" Lorenzo retorted with a question, "Or is it the Mage forces he recruited during his stay in the Southern Mediterranean?"

"It is hard for me to believe that he could have recruited such formidable magic forces. I’m more inclined to believe that those Dark Forces support him, or maybe he himself is a member of the Dark Forces from the South." Noyola slowly shook his head, enunciating each word clearly.

"Regardless, if we are determined to deal with him, we can no longer act as rashly as we did last time. We must thoroughly understand our target, plan meticulously, and succeed in one fell swoop, leaving no loose ends." The expression on Lorenzo’s face remained impassive, yet the determination in his eyes lingered for a long time.

"Yes, I agree on that point. However, if we truly want to succeed in one go, perhaps we could make use of Vazinsky’s power. His resources are no less than ours, and I believe he would be quite willing to cooperate with our Court to sort out this trouble that has so tarnished his reputation. To cleanse the world of darkness and filthiness has always been the driving force of our Court’s efforts. The greater the difficulty, the higher the challenge, the more interested we become." Noyola smiled faintly, his smile appearing particularly odd and eerie on his face.

Lorenzo laughed, having been concerned all along that Noyola’s excessive confidence would prevent him from seeking external aid. Now, he was finally relieved. With the support of Vazinsky’s power, no matter how much strength supports that bumpkin Lord by his side, he would inevitably be swept into the dustbin of history, for opposing the Church of Light always ends in the same result. (To be continued... For the follow-up, please visit www.qidian.com. There are more Chapters, support the author, and support authorized reading!)

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