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Chapter 235 God descends
"The ceremony is suspended, God's people. This is a pain we have to bear, but we must first find the murderer and ensure the safety of the public."

Cyrus VII spoke loudly from behind the arch of the Holy Church, then quickly stepped back behind the door and walked into the interior of the Vatican.

The situation was not chaotic, though there was some conflict. Cyrus’s retreat was unexpected by Ron.

Normally, shouldn't this be the best time to declare sovereignty, or even communicate with the Holy Light God and secretly take action?

Why did you suddenly give up?

Ron paused for a moment, then suddenly realized the key point.

This is a moment.

Although the imposter fell into the trap, the real crisis was not over. Cyrus VII must have realized who was targeting him.

If the enemy realizes that the trap was set by a decoy, they will likely join forces to attack.

Instead of doing that, it would be better to take the initiative and focus all our strength and energy on the fake body, thereby solving the problem once and for all.

In any case, as long as Cyrus VII is recognized by the Papacy, he is the Pope for a day.

As the leader of the Papacy and the representative of the Holy Light on earth, he would undoubtedly receive divine assistance.

This is also the most difficult aspect of Cyrus VII to deal with, his greatest advantage, and the reason why Olivia, Elena, and Afra are so wary of him.

If it were merely a battle within the legendary realm, the guild leader could simply march straight to their doorstep.

But once it involves gods...
At this moment, the sun in the sky seemed to brighten a little, and a heat wave that did not belong to September or October swept over everyone's hearts.

Ron seemed to sense something, and immediately shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight with his hand, raising his head to look at the sky.

In his azure eyes, on the infinitely high sky, suddenly appeared brilliant golden clouds.
The golden light was refracted into seven colors by tiny water molecules in the sky, making it a spectacular sight.

But Ron wasn't in the mood for that at the moment, because he could feel that the holy light elements gathering high above were of extremely high rank, and the intense heat was causing the temperature in the entire capital and even the entire Bravik province to rise sharply.

The water vapor was evaporating, the river was boiling, and even the stone bricks under Ron's feet were cracking and splintering.

Surprisingly, under this powerful aura, all living things only felt the heat and were not harmed in any way.

The clouds on both sides of the sky suddenly swirled and surged, and at the very center, a sharp, intensely hot white spot of light gradually expanded.

It was a sword tip, hanging in mid-air like a longsword wielded by a god, occupying nearly a quarter of Ron's field of vision.

Gan!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In a canyon near the Cahill River on the outskirts of the capital.

The solid ice crystals gradually melted, and the fog generated by the drastic temperature change spread throughout the canyon.

A fierce battle has already begun.

boom--

Suddenly, stone pillars with a radius of fifty meters appeared on both sides of the canyon. They quickly closed together, causing an earthquake no less devastating than a natural disaster, burying the old figure in mid-air and encasing him in hard rock.

But at that moment, a heroic spirit formed from holy light suddenly appeared and punched the stone wall.

ka ka ka-

The rock-built prison quickly collapsed and Cyrus VII was freed.

He had just stood still, and before he could even look around, everything nearby suddenly lost its color. He stood there as if he had dementia, unable to move or think.

A cluster of azure flames appeared out of nowhere and seeped into the flesh and blood of Cyrus VII.

Accompanied by the sound of water vapor freezing, ice spikes capable of freezing steel to powder emerged from his body.
It pierced the heart and lungs, froze the blood and bones, and even the spirit crumbled and disintegrated under the erosion of the cold.

The black and white world suddenly dissolved, and crimson ice crystals, like blooming spider lilies, exploded one after another on Cyrus VII's body, exploding rapidly. Elena was confident that even Olivia, that violent maniac, would need to roll on the ground for ten minutes to fully recover.

If an ordinary person suffered this kind of injury, they would undoubtedly die.

But Cyrus VII paid no heed. The moment the crimson ice crystals exploded, seven golden chains inscribed with holy laws appeared behind him, enveloping him.
Then he suddenly transformed into light, avoiding fatal damage, and escaped the witch's mental lock at an extremely fast speed.

But the moment the Pope broke free of the lock, his radiant body suddenly felt heavy, and felt his life rapidly slipping away.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his body suddenly turned to stone and he fell to the bottom of the canyon with a thud.

"Be careful, he is not the real body, but just an avatar."

Afra coiled her snake tail and spoke up to remind her.

"It seems that an unexpected incident has occurred after all."

The witch waved her hand to dispel the mist, replying in a tone that was neither good nor bad.

Although this avatar was very powerful, even able to withstand the attacks of two "legendary" powerhouses for a long time, it was still inferior to Cyrus VII's original body.

At the very least, this embodiment lacks the Holy Light Church's signature ability to enhance justice and weaken evil.

Elena's gaze swept over Cyrus VII, who had completely lost his life and turned into a stone, and she asked thoughtfully:
"Where shall we go next?"

"The Holy Church of the Vatican?"

The overwhelming power displayed by Ron's accomplices completely exceeded her expectations.

Those emerald green eyes, even if seen for only a moment, could take away most of one's life.
If one wants to deal with it, one can only rely on special magic to evade it, hide one's body, or have multiple people restrain one another, making it impossible to engage in direct combat.

Upon hearing this, Afra gave the witch a deep look and silently labeled her as dangerous.

Freezing time is an extremely terrifying ability, no matter who possesses it.

"Since what came here is not the real body, this is the only thing we can do."

This is also Plan B.

After all, Ron couldn't guarantee that Cyrus VII wouldn't fall into the trap; if he didn't, the only option left was a surprise attack.

Seeing that the dangerous snake woman had reached an agreement with her, Elena was about to respond when her brows suddenly furrowed.

Images from the future flashed through her eyes, causing the witch's body to tremble slightly involuntarily.
Elena's face was pale. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Cyrus VII, who had turned to stone, only to find that his body had disappeared without her noticing.

"Come on!"

With swift movements, she lifted layers of ice crystals and flew straight up.

At that moment, the temperature inside the canyon plummeted, all the moisture froze, and everything around turned black and white once again.

Unlike in the past, maintaining this state requires several times more pressure than before.

ka ka ka-

An abnormal, illusory shattering sound rang out, and the witch saw seven illusory golden holy laws sealing off the exit of the canyon.

These seven chains were tattered and broken, yet they steadfastly blocked one of Elena's azure flames from burning.

Just then, images of the future flashed through the witch's eyes once again.

It was a vast expanse of scorched earth, the canyon terrain completely gone, having been utterly flattened. On the scorched earth lay one of her shoes and a piece of emerald scale, as if silently telling a story.

Almost instantly, a terrifying aura, so powerful that one dared not even look up at her, locked onto her.
This left Elena frozen in place, her body trembling instinctively, completely unable to react.

This is suppression at the level of life itself, this is judgment from the gods, this is a power that mortals simply cannot resist!
(End of this chapter)