How powerful is the foundation of the Church of Light? There are few standard answers to this question on the mystical side. But on the mystical side, all organizations or individuals know that the most powerful transcendent organization candidate for the first place must be the church.

Because since the Dark Age, the Church has almost never suffered a heavy blow, and each era has grown stronger, and at its peak, the Church even had the strength to independently wage wars that swept across the continent, and even the large states of the Europa League were not necessarily their opponents.

Although the church in the New World is not as horrible as in the Old World.

But because of the personal charm of "Charles I", the church in the federation even has a stronger sense of existence.

When he gave the order, no one would have thought that the Castle Bureau would survive.

This castle with a long history will be completely erased.

In the void, William O'Neill, who was pierced by the holy sword, was still tall, he had thick white curly hair, and a neat and majestic white beard.

He heard the "Holy Knight" Lancelot's slander of his family's bloodline, and he also heard the knight's order full of murderous intent.

In addition to reflecting the endangered castle bureau in his eyes, he also reflected the scene in the city of Mihuang at this moment.

Millions of people are suffering from continuous "light pollution".

William O'Neill watched his "citizens" chant the Gospel with devotion, as they were illuminated by the kingdom of light above, and then entered the "last days", and millions of people raised their heads with the terrifying murmur of the confluence.

Whether it is a man, a woman, an old man, a child, or even a newborn baby, their eyes begin to become bloodshot and their expressions become fanatical.

In the end, their chanting was close to overpowering even the illusory avenging angels in the realm.

Any transcendent being can easily tell.

The people are turning towards "fanatics".

Even the chaotic and evil faction will not do this to its own followers and followers in most cases.

Believers who fall into "madness" can provide extremely intense and majestic power of faith.

But correspondingly, this is also overdrawing their vitality.

For a moment, the eyes of the transcendents who also found these "signs" fell on the other side of the portal of heaven and earth, Charles I, who was still entangled by Ludwig and the second corrupt head.

"It's too similar!"

Somewhere in the Federation, a big man said.

The rest of the transcendents had similar thoughts in their minds.

"The Mad Knight General of the Dark Age, who has launched several crusades, and the strong man who once intended to become Charles I, the most common method is to make his subordinates and his people fanatics, so every time he conquers is tragic, but he always wins...... The price is that his subordinates, as well as the army he leads, have been changing frequently. ”

"At the time of his reign, the people of the regions ruled by the Church lived at least ten years less than in other areas. ”

These thoughts are complicated, but the reality has not even passed half a second.

Lancelot's "order" was given, and William O'Neill immediately took action.

With angry and questioning eyes, he looked at the "Holy Knight" of the Dark Age, and the blood on the corner of his mouth fell on Lancelot's holy sword sword, and the holy light collided with the invisible flame contained in it, and the sound of sneering sounded.

William O'Neill did not defend himself and did not continue to attack.

He just looked at Lanstrlos calmly, with a question in his eyes that annoyed the Holy Knight, and before the army was about to destroy the castle, he spoke slowly:

"I, William O'Neill, in the name of my ancestor William the Righteous, ask the embodiment of justice, the refuge of the industrious and brave people, and the supreme goddess of thunder, fire, and punishment......"

With William O'Neill's voice, his body suddenly changed dramatically.

Every pore on his body was spilling blood beads, evaporating rapidly.

Every time he spat out a word, his whole body became thinner.

His body was spewing out flames that seemed to be endless, formless and insubstantial, and Lancelot soon realized that the part of his holy sword that had pierced through William O'Neill's body was being burned and melted, and he himself was enveloped in flames.

The armor that covered Lanstral's entire body appeared in large quantities of charred black.

But what made him feel worse and worse was what William O'Neill was doing.

With the crazy eruption of invisible flames, the salamander phantom that was originally nailed to the spot not only broke free from the holy sword in an instant, but its body swelled even more, and when it spewed righteous flames at the outside of the ancient castle, forcing the army back again, a gap opened in the invisible "sea of fire".

Inside, invisible flames and brilliance sprinkled down, and a huge, blindfolded phantom of the goddess slowly emerged.

Anyone, the moment they see the phantom of the goddess, they can't help but start "self-judgment" in their hearts.

Peeking at the transcendents here, O'Neill's thoughts were instantly understood.

"William O'Neill is imitating Charles I, trying to awaken the god that the William family has believed in for generations, the 'Goddess of Justice' of the Order camp, and his nagging may not be able to hasten the awakening of the goddess, but it can make the goddess give some reaction...... Like, just judgment?"

"It seems that the legend is true, the ancestor of the William family is the 'upright William' who was chosen by the 'Goddess of Justice' as a subordinate god in the Dark Age, and has great strength and supreme virtue. ”

"It should have been thought that the Lord of Thorns and the Goddess of Justice were once ...... Ahem, it seems that the reincarnation of that 'master' is already doomed. ”

"Will the Holy Knights Lancelot and the Army of Light be able to withstand a righteous judgment?"

"William O'Neill is not Charles I, and he may not have the strength to communicate with the sleeping goddess of justice, even if he is burning himself. ”

Among the flickering thoughts, the most terrifying one is undoubtedly Lancelot.

He is an "immortal spirit", meaning that he can hardly be killed.

Unless, an attack that exceeds the upper limit.

And at this moment, William O'Neill sacrificed his own life to make it possible to do so.

Ordinary followers of the goddess of justice, even if they burn their souls, cannot summon the "righteous judgment of the goddess". But if the person who does this is a descendant of "William the Righteous", and is still a strong man who is infinitely close to the "legendary", then everything will be different.

Anger and murderous intent occupied Lancelot's eyes.

The knight of the Holy Judgment made a frantic move, he let go of the holy sword and took a slow step.

Bang!

Under the invisible flames, everyone saw that Lancelot's knight's armor became charred black, turned into powder and fell, and the strong, perfect flesh appeared, quickly became charred black, the skin fell off, and the bright red flesh did not appear, and was burned black again.

One step, it is a "charred corpse".

But Lancelot still has to take the second step.

One of his mouths was completely open, his charred lips cracked, revealing white teeth, bright red mouth, and a sinister smile, and one of his palms poked out, and the flesh quickly disappeared, revealing the skeleton inside, filled with holy light, and the sharp phalanges were about to pierce through the flames and pierce into the skull of O'Neel, who was already as thin as a piece of paper.

And O'Neill's "call" is not completed.

The scene appeared, and sighs rang out throughout the Federation.

Obviously, William O'Neill's strength is not only far inferior to "Charles I", but also cannot be compared with the Holy Judge Knight Lancelot, although he is willing to give his life and has a strong bloodline, but in the transcendent world, combat power is the foundation of everything.

As soon as William O'Neill died, the castle would be slaughtered.

In the Dragon's Heart Castle, on the fourth floor of the Book Tower, in front of Tang Qi, a magic portal was slowly opening.

At this moment when he couldn't help it and was about to make a move.

A soft, but no rebuttal voice suddenly resounded in the Castle Bureau, resounding throughout Mihuang City.

"The Flower of Truth...... It will bloom on thorns!"

"Boom!"

Erupted, and in the quaint castle, there were snow-white thorns that were exuding a clean glow, and in an instant, they wrapped the entire castle of William, including "William O'Neill", everyone was wrapped and protected by holy thorns.

All turmoil, whether it is the Light or the Flame of Righteousness, is absorbed by the Holy Thorns.

The only one who suffered the "differentiated" treatment was the Holy Knight Lancelot, whose Heroic Body had just recovered from the flames of justice, and when he opened his eyes, he saw dozens of "Holy Thorns" whipping towards him.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the sound that could not be ignored, Lancelot had no power to resist, his armor was torn, his skin was torn, his flesh was open, and he was drenched in blood, and he fell from the sky, rolled out of the thorns, and his wounds were stained with dust, like an "angel" who had fallen into the dust, and he was embarrassed.

But at this moment, Lancelot didn't care.

He jerked to his feet and looked into the middle of the castle.

Surrounded by countless "holy thorns", the two figures slowly rose up.

Raphael!

Everyone, all saw the young man with his head slightly bowed, his whole being, glowing, clean, majestic, supreme brilliance, he seemed to be inquiring about the old man who bowed to him in front of him, and his face was full of reverence.

And the old man with long white hair, he was like a wise "sage", he answered the young man's inquiry, and on the other hand, another voice belonging to him also resounded in Mihuang City.

No one knew what the old man was talking to "Raphael", but everyone could hear the old man's other voice.

Our Lord said,

"You can't use swords here!"

In the calm, but unquestionable voice, everyone, including Lancelot, involuntarily let go of their palms, and no matter what kind of weapon, they smashed to the ground.

Immediately after, another voice sounded.

"Thou shalt not play with faith!"

In the chaotic and crazy city of Mihuang, the people who were sliding towards the "fanatics" woke up one after another, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"Holy light comes from the soul!"

When the voice sounded, everyone guessed the identity of the old man, and at the same time, the faces of the whole Church of Light, starting with Lancelot, to an ordinary knight in the army, as if they were about to be destroyed, changed their faces drastically.

The more drastic "change" is the Kingdom of Light that envelops almost the entire Mihuang City at this moment.

Shocking and tragic images are happening.

The avenging angels who chanted the "Last Days" in the kingdom were composed of pure holy light, but after the old man spoke, their foundations were directly cut off, and the swords stained with "holy blood" in their hands continued to be annihilated, and they fell down one after another.

The chanting voice stopped abruptly.

The army that surrounded Fort William, starting from Lancelot, his heroic body that emitted an incomparably brilliant holy light began to decay, and the holiness became mottled and dimmed.

The light on the red-robed bishops was weakened little by little, and several of them were even directly extinguished, and the tall and holy bodies also fell down.

The knights, most of them dimmed, and some fell to mortals.

The heavy armor soldiers, dozens of people who lost the protection of the holy light, immediately heard a clicking sound, turned into ordinary people, directly crushed to death by the heavy armor, and the bright red minced flesh was forcibly squeezed out along the gaps, mixed with blood.

The nuns, wailing and screaming, almost half lost their light, and they became old and ugly.

The priests, most of them, after the light was gone, began to give birth to "mutations", and some unbearable and angry pollution erupted on their bodies.

......

All over the Federation, where many transcendent organizations are located, are peeking at the powerhouses of Mihuang City, and at this moment they fell silent at the same time.

The mantra must also follow the transcendent law, the old man's voice did not directly cut off their faith, the appearance of that ugly picture means that there are some people in the army of light, and their faith is not pure.

Soon, several mocking laughs rang out, barely disguised.

And almost all the organizations and individuals of the chaotic and evil camp, the ridicule they passed from a long distance embarrassed the people of the church even more.

"The True Words of the Holy Prophet!"

On the fourth floor of the Book Tower, Tang Qi returned to the shadows, and he also saw the true identity of the familiar old man, who was codenamed "MH-046" in the Castle Bureau.

In the transcendent world, there is only one existence that can dismantle the source of power of the light believers with the "Truth Word", and at the same time, the believers of the "Lord of Thorns".

"The most withdrawn of the Twelve Saints is the Holy Mage Bram Crowley, but the most mysterious of the Saints must be the Holy Prophet Pillers. ”

"Various Dark Age legends, the Prophet was a kind, omniscient old man who called himself Pillus, but no one knew where he came from and what he wanted to do...... The world only knows that he was a friend of Martin Sims the Confessor, and that he possessed unimaginable powers of prophecy and divination, as well as the ability to speak like a god. ”

"According to the Castle Bureau, the name of the containment object 'MH-046' is Jerome, and his appearance history seems to be a little older than Pillers. ”

Therefore, the holy prophet is both Jerome and Pilers...... Or are they all just vests of a powerful being?"

While Tang Qi made a judgment in his mind, a doubt also surfaced.