"In the early days of obscurantism, in the war that swept all souls, a pair of close brothers, they fought together, established the supreme kingdom of light, and concluded a contract of sharing, they shared the authority of the supreme god, and never betrayed each other......"

Tang Qi, as well as many polymaths, or powerful people who knew ancient knowledge, poured out this information from the bottom of their hearts.

Obviously, everyone knows who those two "brothers" are.

So at this moment, the sharp-thinking transcendent has already guessed what the current Pope Charles I wants to do.

Dressed in a gorgeous, golden robe, and wearing a "crown of light," he walked towards the idol step by step.

The statue and the Pope, the comparison of the size of the two is like that of a giant and an ant.

But at this moment, in everyone's perception, the bright human incarnation "Charles I" is even more majestic, as if he is looking down on the statue.

In his eyes, there was not the slightest trace of respect for the "Lord of Thorns".

On the contrary, there was a kind of anger in his eyes after being deceived, a hatred that could not be relieved. In the "Realm of Light" above where the holy light was surging, the strong men of the church also looked the same, and the feeling of the collapse of faith was extremely painful.

Who knows how many times there have been chaos and conflicts within the Church of Light after the "revelations" of Ludwig and the Second Corrupt Leader spread, and the churches in the Old World, especially in the Condor Federation, have suffered heavy losses during this time.

Even the "Sword Saint of Thorns" York Sims defected, and many strong people had to face the fundamental beliefs in their hearts.

What was originally an intimate, one-man faith had to be chosen.

Light!

Or thorns?

Today, it seems that the former still holds the main authority.

As Pope, Charles I not only made a choice, he also decided to "take revenge" in the name of the Lord.

He came to the Idol of the Lord of Thorns, completely ignoring Ludwig and the second rotten head on his shoulder, both of which were nothing more than fragile ants to him.

His eyes were only thorns.

He held in his hand an ancient relic, a copy of the covenant made in the Church by the two Lords, Light and Thorn, in the ancient period of obscurantism.

He held his head high and said aloud in a cold voice:

"And the Lord said, I have made a covenant with thee. ”

"My people are your people, my kingdom is your kingdom, my glory is your glory, my authority is your authority......"

"I am you, you are me. ”

......

"The thorn said:

"Write my name, and where there is light, there will be thorns?"

"Boom!"

When the emotionless, extremely cold voice spat out from the mouth of Charles I, the mysterious side that was secretly peeping immediately fell into a brief boil.

Everyone knew what Charles I was doing.

He is questioning the "thorns" in the place of "the Lord"!

Almost instantaneously, unimaginable images appeared.

The "contract" held by him in his hand, after he finished reading the last sentence, suddenly burst out with incomparably holy and violent light, as if the earthly kingdom of God representing light unfolded at this moment, and instantly merged with the ancient, mottled idol of the Lord of Thorns.

In the light, a voice awakened the transcendent world.

Click!

An incomparably striking, jaw-dropping crack appeared on the idol, starting from under its crown and extending all the way to the pitch-black pedestal, and when this crack appeared, the idol that had been soaked in the breath of time and solemn began to become fragile, and the gray color began to spread.

At this moment, all the transcendents of the Federation seemed to be speechless.

The statue of the "Lord of Thorns", presented to the Condor Federation by the Europa Alliance, has been standing in the port of Carthage for more than 200 years, and it has witnessed almost all the history of the Federation since its founding, and also represents the efforts of the heroes of the Federation to establish this country.

But now, it is about to completely collapse because of the questioning of "Charles I" and under the witness of a large number of powerful people on the mysterious side?

The "official", who was supposed to come out to stop it, seemed to have taken no action because of something he cared about.

Before everyone could digest it, the reality that the idol would crack apart because of a question, and in the holy light, the voice became colder and colder again.

"And the Lord said, I have made a covenant with thee. ”

"My people are your people, and my kingdom is your ......"

"Click"

The second crack was born.

The transcendents who belong to the Federation, especially the powerhouses of the Order camp, are in an extremely complicated mood at the moment.

Reason told them that this was a division within the camp of light, and that although the secrets of the Cataclysm were involved, the mysteries of the "eternal" were involved, there was little room for other organizations or individuals to interfere at such times.

Anyone, just looking at the cold face of Pope Charles I, looking at the kingdom of light, which is silent, but also brewing an unprecedented storm of slaughter, can realize that blocking the actions of the Church at this time is almost no different from seeking death.

The crowd could only watch, and Charles I kept reciting the ancient covenant, each time, causing an extra crack to appear on the idol.

In the "kingdom" above, in the depths of the endless army of angels, there seemed to be a gap, a gap that was constantly expanding.

Inside the gap, a pure, illuminating "light" sprinkled down.

The light of the supreme divinity is the light of the Lord of Light.

When this light appeared, all the angels turned slightly sideways, surrounding the light, the knights, the heavily armored men, and the red-robed bishops...... All the people of the kingdom fell to their knees and recited with great reverence and joy:

"Light, my lord!"

Each one of them smiled with joy to the extreme.

How many years?

Once again, they felt the breath of light, which belonged to the Lord.

"What is this?"

All the peepers, their eyes wide open, fully aware of Charles I's crazy thoughts.

He wasn't just going to question the Thorns on behalf of the Lord, he was doing more, and he was using that ancient contract to hasten the awakening of the Lord of Light in another incredible way.

His approach is somewhat similar to:

A person keeps muttering in the ears of the sleeping "vegetative person" what he cares about, and if it doesn't work once, then twice, three, four, five times...... Even if you can't wake a vegetative person, you can cause him to react somewhat.

The Church of Light, which is in "chaos," is in great need of revelation from the Lord.

On the fourth floor of the Book Tower, in the hazy moonlight and shadows, Tang Qi sat on a chair, staring at the picture reflected in the ghostly light, looking at the light Pope Charles I who had never yet come face to face, watching his crazy actions, and watching the opening that gradually opened.

Inside, an unimaginable kingdom is emerging.

"Whoever believes in me will be my kingdom of heaven, saith the Lord. ”

In the midst of all the chanting, a cloud of light descended from the gap, the bright heaven, like a falling star, towards Charles I, who recited the covenant and questioned the thorns.

For a second, time seemed to stand still.

Tang Qi's heart began to beat violently, this was an instinctive reaction, and everyone including him, who was peering at the epic scene, knew it after seeing the holy light that was full of supreme divinity and could influence everything.

The Lord of Light has not yet awakened!

But, he gave a revelation!

When the light melted into the body of "Charles I", the gorgeous, golden vestments covered the earth, the crown of light that represented the supreme authority suppressed everything, and in the holy light, the towering idol of the god in the clouds collapsed in the sound of "click~click".

The sharp crown of bronze thorns fell, the mottled fragments of the body fell silently, the thorn code shattered, the thorny sword broke into several pieces, and the black stone base was blown away like dust...... When the peepers completely lose their ability to speak.

Tang Qi slowly turned his head to look at the wall, and the date appeared in the faint glow of the magic calendar on the side of the painting.

December 1st!

......

The castle office, an office with a modern style, but with a retro atmosphere in the details.

Raphael's brows furrowed, and he clutched an "urgent letter" in his hand, signed as a letter from the Tyros Demon Clan.

The content in it gave Raphael a very bad premonition.

"Jensen, who had returned to the secret realm, disappeared for no reason......"

Raphael thought quickly, and at the same time forwarded the letter to Donch, as well as some other friends, hoping to help find Jensen.

But at that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Raphael put away the letter, and saw that the person entering the door was a uniformed communication agent, and was about to ask when the other party took the first step and spoke in a hurried tone.

"Agent Raphael, MH-046 suddenly moved, and he sent a message that he was willing to reopen the conversation and provide secrets related to Cataclysm, the Lord of Thorns, but asked to speak only with you, and the Director was denied. ”

"He also gave a time limit and you had to go to him within a minute. ”

As soon as the Messenger finished speaking, Raphael's brow furrowed even tighter.

For some reason, when he heard the name of the containment object "MH-046" again, he was suddenly occupied by an extremely strange feeling in his heart, and he had a strong urge, as if a voice was urging him in his head.

Go meet him!

Must go see Jerome!

Otherwise you will regret it!

There will be irreparable tragedies!

Go meet him!

"Let's go!"

Raphael jerked to his feet, and following that strong premonition, he spoke abruptly.

......

In the midst of the horrors of a crumbling mountain, the current Pope, Charles I, is one with the holy radiance of divinity.

He at this moment, no, it's Him.

He is the earthly embodiment of the true "Lord", clothed in robes, crowned with light, surrounded by endless angels, guarded by the light, His white hands grasping the ancient covenant, and anger on his face.

When the covenant was shattered in His hands and dissipated into a point of light, He let out a "mysterious" roar like an angry god:

"Believers of the light, from this day forward, thorns no longer entangle the light. ”

"He is a deceiver and a betrayer. ”

"Find His reincarnation and kill him!"

"For my lord!"

"For the light!"

"Kill!"

Sentence by sentence, the truly shocking "secret" spat out from the mouth of Charles I.

He who is integrated with the brilliance of the "Lord" is already a saint on earth.

On the mysterious side, almost all the transcendent organizations, all the strong people, were shocked because of the great secret he spit out at this moment, Charles I waved his palm violently, and in the surge of holy light, a "portal" connecting heaven and earth was opened.

At the other end of the portal is an ancient metropolis with a cold style, completely covered in ice and snow at the moment.

"Mihuang City, the reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns, hiding in Mihuang City?"

"Could it be a hoax before? The Second Corrupt Head colluded with the Confessor, leading everyone to believe that it was the Confessor who had been reincarnated, and that the Lord of Thorns had died in the last war of the Cataclysm that had put the gods to sleep. ”

"That's right, it's a hoax, a hoax set up by Martin Sims to get the Lord of Thorns to reincarnate. ”

"Everything can be explained, why the penitent has fallen out with the church since returning from the Cataclysm battlefield, this saint does not believe in the Lord of Light, he only believes in the Lord of Thorns, and everything he and his companions do is to welcome back the Thorns. ”

"But he didn't expect that Charles I would do such a crazy thing, he questioned the thorns with the contract in his hand, and received a revelation from the awakened Lord of Light, the arrangement of St. Martin Sims the Confessor, which had lasted for more than two hundred years, was about to fail?"

"So, who is the reincarnation of the Lord of Thorns?"

The entire Federation, no, the entire mysterious side of the Origin Star, is rioting at the moment.

Shocking and unbelievable thoughts are boiling everywhere.

And at this moment, under the leadership of "Charles I", the Church of Light almost poured out, they were clothed in holy light, under the gaze of countless sword soldiers and angels holding bloodstained swords, through the void portal, across a long distance, about to descend on Mihuang City.

In the depths of the "Kingdom of Light", an even more violent aura is surging, and another army of light is across the ocean, across the unbridgeable distance, and they are singing the Gospel for their companions in the New World, the Gospel of the Saints, the last days, under the leadership of another "Pope", the Pope of the Old World.

"Vengeance is mine!

......

"It's coming!"

In the night and shadows, Tang Qi was in the Dragon's Heart Castle, on the fourth floor of the towering book tower, separated by a white mist.

Looking at the open gate of heaven and earth, looking at the "army of light" that released terrifying killing intent, the knights holding the sword of light, the killing machines in heavy armor, and the red-robed bishops with cold faces...... The Cultists of Light seem to be angry with the people of Mihuang City, they do not hide the killing intent that engulfs everything, and they do not even put the people to sleep.

Whoever stands in their way will be slaughtered.

The sword soldier wrapped in the holy light seemed to be longing for the sweet blood, for the wailing soul.

Rumble!

The holy light that is rampant is not "mysterious", it is the city of Mihuang tonight.

Tang Qi let out a sigh and turned around calmly.

He sat solemnly and earnestly, with a stack of beautiful rosters and a quill pen for the headmaster in front of him.

He picked up the quill pen, leaned down, and began to write, stroke by stroke.