I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 193: The Law of the Ancestors Cannot Be Changed

Weakening?
Upon hearing this, Catherine finally realized that what Silas had just said was not just empty talk.

This kind of divine magic of the Papacy is indeed recorded in royal records, and it is said to be a gift from the "Holy Light God".

Anyone who opposes the Holy Light will be weakened to some extent.

The judgment of this kind of divine magic is quite idealistic, and it is judged according to the degree of evil of an individual.

If someone is a heinous criminal who has violated justice, they are likely to lose all their power under this divine magic.

However, if someone is an upright and righteous person who upholds order, they will not be weakened much even if they do not believe in the Holy Light God.

Of course, the difference between the caster and the enemy cannot exceed two ranks; otherwise, the divine spell's effect will break free, resulting in a backlash.
However, Catherine never expected that this divine magic could be used in this way.

First they label you, then they can successfully pull off a bunch of fallacies and heresies!
"Ha, a bunch of rats wearing human skin and pretending to be something they're not!"

Catherine knelt on one knee, using her longsword for balance, lest she lose her royal dignity as her strength rapidly diminished.

"You should repent!"

Silas's voice rang out again.

At that moment, upon hearing the word "repentance," Catherine was overwhelmed with boundless guilt.

This guilt made her feel extremely ashamed, and for a moment she just wanted to kneel down and pray to the highest god to repent.

You must atone for your sins!

At that moment, the cold, emotionless voice rang out again.

The word "atonement" seemed to pierce her eardrums and penetrate her brain, causing Catherine to raise her longsword, trembling as she placed it against her slender neck.

She gritted her teeth, trying her best to stop it, but the desire to "atone" from the bottom of her heart could not be contained and spread like wild grass.

A trace of blood gradually appeared on her snow-white neck, but at that moment, white light flowed in Catherine's emerald eyes, faintly forming a symbol of a giant sword piercing the earth.

boom!
A burst of white light erupted, and her spirit and will regained their freedom. Taking advantage of the moment, Her Majesty the Empress hurled her longsword with all her might.

The white longsword, burning with flames, moved with lightning speed, arriving before Silas in the blink of an eye, determined to pierce the head of this despicable fellow.

But just then, Lawson Upton, who was prepared, immediately drew his silver shield, which was shrouded in white light, and forcibly interrupted Catherine's fatal attack.

Lawson Upton glanced at the Grand Judge and smiled, saying:

"Brother Silas, I told you long ago, don't use these fancy divine spells."

"Knights possess unwavering spirit, strong physiques, and complementary combat skills, ensuring they never lack solutions for crises."

As he spoke, Lawson Upton, clad in heavy armor, strode forward, raising his right hand to grip the longsword tightly, seemingly intending to use a slash to vertically cleave the incredibly beautiful girl in two.

"careful!"

Suddenly, his ears twitched as he heard another helper's terrified shouts coming from above.

The fear contained in that voice was incredibly clear, as if the speaker had seen some kind of monstrous beast, to the point that even the two short words could be heard trembling slightly.

However, Lawson Upton was an experienced man after all. He gritted his teeth and immediately swung his longsword down without hesitation.

At this critical moment, a golden light suddenly flashed on his body.

Immediately, an incredibly intense, piercing pain, as if Niu Niu was about to explode, surged into his mind.

His tall body collapsed like a skyscraper, his body trembled involuntarily, and he knelt on the ground.

What, what is this?!

At that moment, Lawson Upton seemed to see the light, and he saw his son who had died for no reason.

"Father, I'm back!"

Suddenly, the son in the hallucination spoke, startling the agonizing "old father" for a moment, before he looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Although the Mambo deacon had mentioned something similar to him a few days earlier, Upton hadn't taken it to heart. He had buried Fernando himself, and as a relative of the victim, he knew all too well how the fatal wounds had been inflicted.

The reason I accepted that reason at the time was simply to get something in return.

But now, his son has actually appeared in front of him.

"Fernando, is that you?"

"Father, stop!"

The knight earnestly advised:

"The family's teachings are wrong; becoming ruthless will only make us live in greed and narrow-mindedness."

Upon hearing this, the old father was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had the illusion that his child had grown up.

wrong!

How did the eldest son of the Upton family become so saintly?!

"Fernando, put away your useless conscience! Have you forgotten the ancestral precepts of the Upton family?!"

Lawson Upton suddenly roared, looking furious.

He tried to stand up, but the intense pain all over his body made him gasp for breath.

Ruthless individuals like Saint Ellen are ultimately a minority.

"No, Father, I haven't forgotten."

The knight smoothed his scorched yellow hair and bent down to pick up his father's longsword.

"Since you, Father, don't approve of my suggestion, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Is the Upton family's training regimen meant for you to come and chop me up?!

Upon hearing this, Lawson Upton's expression changed drastically.

He subconsciously looked at the helpers he had brought, only to find that they were just like him.
They either writhe in agony, clutching their groin, or can barely stand, unable to care for others.

"Ridiculous! The laws of our ancestors cannot be changed!"

"You are not my son either!"

Lawson Upton roared, straining to control his stiff, spasming muscles, and straightened his back, trying to knock Fernando away with his shield.

But just then, a long sword burning with white flames was quietly placed against his neck.

The intense pain from the burning flames froze Lawson Upton, who then lowered his shield and patted the knight on the shoulder.

“My son, I think your suggestion is excellent.”

"I must change, I absolutely must change!"

"but."

He drew out his words, as if trying to divert their attention, and then his entire body was suddenly enveloped in armor composed of pure white light.

The illusory armor and heavy armor are nested together, completely covering any exposed vital points.

Assassinating the king is a death sentence, no matter when; if not now, when?
boom--

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from afar, carrying an intensely hot aura, and instantly shattered the white light in Lawson Upton's incredulous gaze.

Without hesitation, the longsword formed of flames seized the opportunity and severed Lawson Upton's head.

In the final instant, the deputy legion commander's gaze fixed on the headless corpse, on Catherine's cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)