The dagger did stab it in the throat, but it failed to cut it.

Bathed in the pillar of golden light that fell from the sky, Cilita's whole body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold edges, and her whole body shone with a faint light.

Fenrir's eyes widened in disbelief.

His dagger was clearly imprinted on her throat, but it was blocked by the golden light that seemed to be like a physical existence, and she couldn't get an inch.

Smelling a nasty smell in the holy breath, Fenrir's hair stood on end, and just as he was about to retreat, he found that he couldn't move at all. At some point, a series of golden chains as slender as hair began to wrap around his whole body and firmly bind him to the ground.

Her feet slowly lifted off the ground, and the wounds on Celita's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As her body crossed the roof, the upward momentum finally stopped, and she floated in mid-air. The closed eyes slowly opened, looking down at the person under his feet, only to see that the original blue pupils had been replaced by dazzling gold.

When she opened her eyes again, it was as if she had changed her eyes, and her whole body exuded an aura of holiness and tranquility.

It was as if it was not herself who controlled this body, but another consciousness.

Looking down on the see-through gaze, Fenrir felt like a grasshopper thrown on a fire, burning like a flame all over his body, tearing at the dark side of his soul. Not only that, but the power bestowed upon him by Lord Lucius faded like snow and ice melted in the light of that light.

For the first time in decades, he felt the fear of death.

His eyes were bloodshot, and Fenrir's muscles swelled to the limit, and his mouth hissed and growled.

On the line of life and death, he couldn't hide his strength.

The hair all over his body grew wildly, the swollen muscles ripped his clothes apart, and as the huge amount of negative energy surged, sharp claws and teeth began to grow, and his dark green pupils were imprinted with a blood-like crimson.

A wolf's face has been replaced by the previous human face.

"Roar!"

The golden chains shattered violently, and their feet fell heavily to the ground, smashing the stone floor into cobweb-like cracks.

Fenrir, who has liberated all his strength, has completely turned into a monster. For decades, he disguised himself as a human and lived in the shadow of Boulder City, unbeknownst to his closest confidants and lovers, and his true identity was actually a werewolf.

Unlike the wolf-faced jackals, werewolves have the appearance of a normal person, and even if they stand in a church and worship, they will not be noticed by the priest that they are different from normal people. However, once he unleashed the power that resided in his bloodline, the strength he displayed would be difficult for even an ordinary Saint-rank powerhouse to sustain for too long under his attack.

Like the banshees, werewolves are also Chaos creatures wanted by the Church. Using the power of Chaos, they have an inseparable connection from the origin of their race, so that the four gods of chaos have an inseparable connection. The only difference is that the banshees who exist in the soul body are afraid of the Light, but the werewolves are not.

The power of chaos has been integrated into every cell of him, and his own existence is a miracle of witchcraft.

"Since you forced Lao Tzu to use this trick! Then give Lao Tzu to die! ”

With the roar of a beast, Fenrir slammed his feet into the air like cannonballs, and slammed into the holy body without dodging. The two claws staggered in the air, enveloping the raging air current, smashing in the direction of Cilita.

However, an unexpected scene happened.

Without any superfluous movements, I saw Cilita slowly stretch out her right hand.

It was slow, so slow that Fenrir could see every detail of her movements.

However, with such a slow movement, Fenrir could only watch her, reached out to grasp the long sword that flew towards her, and then aimed the blade at his chest, and stabbed out unhurriedly.

In normal times, even a farmer with a little training would definitely not be stabbed by this one. However, with such an unremarkable sword, Fenrir, who attacked Cilita with rapid momentum, had a trace of despair in his heart that could not be dodged.

Puff –

Despair became reality.

A mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, and Fenrir's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the sword that pierced his chest, muttering to himself in a trembling voice.

"How is that possible!"

Looking down at him with a blank face, Cilita drew the sword of Gondar in her hand.

The golden light sent a mist of blood, like a kite with a broken string, and Fenrir, the werewolf, fell downward, slamming heavily into ...... cold alley.

……

At the door of the church, the elderly priest burst into tears, his hands trembling up, and his knees on the ground.

"God the Father, the radiance of God the Father!"

The anger in their hearts was soothed by that light, and the soldiers on the battlefield stopped their movements one after another, and all the believers raised their heads in unison to look up at the holy light that fell from the sky. Lieutenant Derrank, who was on the horse, holding the bladed sword, stared at the voice standing in the holy light, and his eyes shook in disbelief.

"The Chosen One is actually the young lady of the Gondal family......" Leia, who was also staring at the figure and standing on the roof, muttered to herself, "How is it different from the prophecy." ”

Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

Not just because of the light, but also because of the figure shrouded in the light.

[ID: Cilita Gondal.]

Base attributes

Strength: 50

Dexterity: 30

Perception: 10

Mental power: 1

Mana: 1

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[Implant: None]

[Bloodline: Human Emperor Bloodline (Awakening)]

【Special: The Chosen One】

In addition to spiritual power and mana, the three basic attributes have been out of the category of human beings, not to mention what kind of holy rank and bloodline knight, they are completely shoulder to shoulder with superman, so much so that Jiang Feng suspected that Zhi Brain had misread a zero when he counted it.

Illuminated by that holy light, Celita slowly floated up and stood tall above the battlefield. The blue eyes bloomed with golden light, and the long golden hair tied behind the head spread out, slowly fluttering in the golden light particles, like a noble saint.

Riding on his horse, he saw the man bathed in the holy light, and Green Cwefort, who was directing the battle, had a pale face and whispered something in his mouth repeatedly.

"It's over, it's all over......"

There is only one belief of all human beings in the entire continent of Aditya, and that is the Father God Julian.

And those who are chosen by the Light of God the Father are the Chosen One.

Unless there are cultists who have fallen into chaos, no one dares to face the Chosen One.

The scene before him is exactly the same as the legend in the mouth of the bard, when the end comes, the descendants of the heroes will hold the sword given by the elves and bask in the light of the Father. Ancient covenants will be awakened, and unbreakable alliances will be reunited to face the invasion of Chaos......

……

Thousands of kilometers away, far away in the holy city of Romania on the Norren continent, it is quiet and peaceful. The city seems to have some kind of strange magic, no matter how violent and perverse the heart is, the moment you face the holy mountain, the anger in your heart will return to peace and tranquility.

Standing on the top of the holy mountain, the melodious bell rang, and the Pope, kneeling in prayer in front of the statue, suddenly opened his old eyes.

"Your Majesty, Bishop Clement asks for a meeting." Seeing the Pope open his eyes, the servant next to him bowed down and whispered.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

It didn't take long for the wooden door of the church to slowly push open.

Dressed in a modest priest's robe, Clement walked briskly through the empty corridor, pausing ten paces from His Majesty the Pope and bowing to His Majesty the Pope, who had his back to him.

"Your Majesty."

Turning around, the elderly Pope looked at Bishop Clement and spoke slowly.

"Tell me about what you've seen and heard on the continent of Aditya."

Bishop Clement bowed slightly, and spoke.

“…… At your orders, I went to the westernmost kingdom of Rick on the continent of Aditya, and your guess was completely correct, and that War of Succession was not accidental. All signs already indicate that the forces of chaos are quietly awakening out of our sight. ”

The Pope nodded slowly, his voice tinged with a hint of tiredness.

"I see."

"I propose to send the Knights Templar to the continent of Aditya, if the power of chaos is allowed to spread......"

Raising his hand to stop Bishop Clement's words, the Pope paused for a moment and spoke slowly.

"Just now, I heard the oracle......"