This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Chapter 115 The Grand Finale - Upper Silent Space

Thor walked into the street and looked at the golden pillar of light rising high in the distance.

The entire city was bathed in a holy golden light.

However, what clashed with the holy light was the atmosphere of madness and chaos on the streets.

Countless monks dressed in black robes walked the streets, driving away passersby who were being forced to return home and were not allowed to linger on the streets.

At their feet lay the royal guards, fallen while protecting the city.

The once powerful and extraordinary guards have now lost all their power and become lambs to the slaughter.

Under the influence of the holy light, all the etheric energy within the royal city was rendered ineffective, rendering all magic and supernatural abilities unusable.

The so-called etheric energy is nothing more than a gift bestowed by the gods.

The current situation must mean that the Pope has cast a forbidden spell, stripping everyone in the city of their supernatural powers.

The cultivators, however, were completely unaffected and were currently driving away everyone associated with the princess's forces from the streets.

Princess Ainol is presumably under house arrest now.

A young monk on the street saw Thor, knew he was a member of the Dark Arts Academy, and also regarded him as Enor's lackey.

The cultivator strode forward and warned:

"Come with me to prison, where your kind are imprisoned."

Thor smiled, extended his right hand, palm facing forward, and a fiercely burning black flame immediately engulfed the monk.

The cultivator fell to the ground and stopped moving completely after little struggle.

Thor stepped over him.

Julia, holding the greatsword she had obtained earlier, came to Thor's side to protect him.

Thor has come to understand the significance of John Farrell's creation of the Dead Space spell.

The Dead Space is a spell that forces everyone within the barrier to fight by expending their souls.

At this moment, only this spell can restore everyone's fighting ability.

Do you want to cast this spell?

this is a problem.

Choosing to cast this spell, which would mean helping Princess Enor's faction, comes at the cost of a series of uncertainties.

Theoretically, Thor possesses the characteristics of a powerful soul and should have some resistance to this type of spell, but this does not guarantee that he will be able to escape unscathed.

Furthermore, the diary mentions not to trust Enor.

Thor's intuition told him that Enor had changed this time; however, it was still a gamble.

If the gamble goes wrong, without the Church's checks and balances, Princess Enor, who holds absolute power, will have the power of life and death over everyone.

At that moment, he remembered the medicine that had been stored in the system.

After taking it, he can read other people's thoughts for a short period of time.

The system provided two options; one was used at the time, and one remains.

So he made a decision.

Go help.

To avoid the crowds on the street, Thor summoned Lillian and returned her the Transformation Orb.

With this precious gem, she could transform back into a dragon and carry Thor to the center of the castle.

Then, a giant dragon, entirely beige in color, appeared out of thin air on the street, spreading its wings and roaring.

Unlike the usually dull Lillian.

The dragon now exudes a powerful and awe-inspiring majesty.

The enormous roar was enough to make one tremble.

Thor and Julia rode on the dragon's back and flew towards the castle.

Upon reaching the center of the castle, the dragon spiraled down and crashed into the top of the castle, shattering it. The two leaped down to the center of the castle.

Standing in the center of the castle were the Pope and Elnor, facing off.

Enor was sealed by divine power, rendering him immobile and unable to unleash his extraordinary abilities.

Beside her lay the dark magician she had specially trained to fight against the church, now lying in a pool of blood, no match for the opponent's power.

When the isolated and helpless Enor saw Thor arrive, he was filled with mixed emotions.

Thor is alive; there is still hope.

Thor detected the princess's true feelings with perfect clarity.

Perhaps, only this person can give me a sense of security.

[Thor, a prophet like Uncle John]

The Pope stared at Thor silently, appearing utterly calm.

"New lackeys, new heretics."

Thor ignored his words, only looking at the princess and silently saying:

"Your Majesty Enor, don't you think you caused all of this?"

Enor fell silent.

Thor is right; it's all because of my inadequacy.

I didn't understand what Uncle John left behind.

[If they had been the ones executing this plan, things might have turned out differently.]

If her reforms were more reasonable and more moderate.

Perhaps none of this would have happened.

Thor then asked:

"If I said I was John right now, would you believe me?"

[Impossible. At first, I genuinely believed he was the reincarnation of John, and would perform the blood sacrifice as prophesied.]

Now I'm certain that this person is not John.

However, I should believe him.

He possessed a spirit, a spirit that truly defined John.

"No, you are not John," she said.

"I trust you."

The facts were not much different from what Thor had imagined.

In the previous timeline, Enor mistakenly believed Thor was John, and therefore had complete trust in himself.

In the end, Enor discovered that Thor was not John, which led to the "betrayal" and the diary entry, "Don't trust Enor."

While Thor was focused on his conversation with Enor, several arrows were launched at him from the shadows.

The arrows were incredibly fast, and the sword even possessed extraordinary power that shouldn't have been present in this holy light.

He did not dodge, because he knew the arrow could not hit him.

Yulia knocked the arrow away with her bare hands, blood flowing from her palms, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain.

Thor called out towards the corner of the darkness:

"Duke Mavis, there's no need to hide anymore, come out."

From the corner, the figure of a man slowly emerged; he was none other than Duke Mavis.

Beside him were his many leaders, one of whom was the one who had just ambushed Thor with a bow and arrow.

They were all dressed in matching black robes, radiating a holy golden light.

With the Pope's blessing, they were able to slightly resist the constraints of the pillar of light. Although their combat power was greatly weakened, they were still able to use a portion of their extraordinary power.

That's why the arrows were able to be imbued with magic and strike so quickly.

"You're the new dark magic instructor?"

Duke Mavis knew about Thor.

Immediately, they, along with a group of believers, surrounded the Pope and protected him.

"How will you stop us if you can't use your supernatural abilities?"

Although the supernatural abilities of Mavis and her group were weakened under the golden light, this was still far greater than what Enor, who had been completely stripped of his supernatural powers, could achieve.

The only one present who could use supernatural powers was Thor, who was skilled in dark magic.

Mavis found it utterly ridiculous to think that he should stand against everyone.

"How boring, Thor. I'm afraid I'll forget about you soon."

The Pope, watching from afar, also observed the whole thing with great interest, then scoffed and said:

"These heretics are indeed all lunatics."

Enor took Thor's hand and said:

"Run! You're no match for him!"

"As long as you are alive, there is still hope."

This is the truth.

With just one strike from the Pope, everyone present would perish.

However, Thor had his own plans.

He didn't say anything, but acted silently, raising the Black Royal Staff, a symbol of the glory of the dark sorcerer.

This is the staff once used by the most powerful dark mage, enabling rapid spellcasting without chanting.

His spell was already activated before the opponent could react.

The spell created by John: Dead Space.

Terrifying black energy erupted from the staff, instantly forming a pitch-black curtain that enveloped the entire city.

The entire city, everyone was trapped in a realm of deathly silence.

Silence, coldness, suffocation.

It's like being in a sealed tomb filled with resentment, sending chills down your spine.

The Pope suddenly noticed the anomaly within the domain and simultaneously felt a burning sensation in his soul, causing him to frown slightly.

"You madman, you want to fight us to the death?"

He had already realized it.

Only the victors can leave this field alive.

Thor shook his head.

"No, this is not a fight to the death."

"You'll die here, and then we'll survive, that's it."

The Pope snorted coldly, raised his staff, and attempted to retaliate.

However, Enor's determination was even stronger.

She was prepared to sacrifice herself for the kingdom.

Unlike the Pope, whose abilities were sealed, she immediately sensed the peculiarity of this realm.

Her power has returned, even if it comes at the cost of her life.

At this moment, the surging energy transformed from the soul in the Ice Princess's hands shot towards the sky.

The entire city was shrouded in cold, pale blue clouds. The clouds, which blocked out the sun, created a gloomy atmosphere in the sky.

Ice spikes formed from crystallized magical energy fell from the sky, crashing down on the believers who had been seduced by the Pope.

"Damn, why can he use magic?"

Mavis was a beat slow to realize the secrets of this area, and she immediately became a little anxious.

Everyone burning their life force to fight? What kind of madman could use such a spell?

These pedantic nobles never considered fighting at the cost of their lives.

They just want to seize power without paying a price.

Under his command, the leaders rushed frantically toward Enor.

They were certain that Enor, whose true form was just an ordinary person, would soon be killed by them.

They underestimated Enor's determination.

Ice spikes fell from the sky, landing precisely on the heads of the believers.

Inside the castle, outside the castle, on the main street.

No place, no believer, was spared.

This is the power of burning life.

All of these bewitched followers of the Pope died under Enor's magic.

Enor's cheeks shrank at a visible rate.

She was burning her limited life.

She can die, but she must drag the Pope down with her.

She would not allow the country to be controlled by a mad pope, no matter what.

The blinding orb of light in the Pope's hand shot towards Enor.

However, Aynor was surrounded by a thick layer of ice crystals for protection.

The most powerful magician in this kingdom, whose power comes from burning his own soul, is a force that even the Pope, who is not good at fighting, cannot match.

The Pope's original advantage was simply that he could make everyone else lose their supernatural abilities, allowing him, as the only supernatural being, to use his superior power to defeat them.

Unfortunately, his plan failed.

Mavis was covered in armor made of etheric energy, like a mecha warrior. He rushed to Enor's side, ready to deliver a fatal blow at close range.

However, his opponent was Yulia.

The swords in Mavis's and Julia's clashed repeatedly.

Despite his skill in swordsmanship, he was directly overwhelmed by Yulia.

"Damn, what kind of nonsense is this? Where did this genius come from?"

"Wasn't she just shot in the hand with an arrow? How come she recovered so quickly?"

Before Mavis's curses had even subsided, Thor's left bow was poised to fire, and countless arrows flew precisely toward Mavis.

Then he remembered that there was still an easy target, Thor.

In this situation, you definitely need to cut down the opponent's vulnerable backline mages first.

"Hmph, I'll use you as a sacrifice to the heavens first."

Mavis broke free from Julia's grasp, her sword pointing straight at Thor's head.

Thor smiled.

He drew his sword, and a dazzling black flame covered the entire blade, the abyss-like flame seemingly capable of devouring everything.

Mavis was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

Don't be afraid, magicians are all just for show.

Then, Thor easily deflected the sword he thrust at him.

Thor flicked his sword lightly, and it instantly pierced Mavis's chest.

Thor's sword was not sharp enough to pierce the opponent's armor.

But his burning soul-consuming flames can.

Mavis was incredulous.

How is that possible?

This magician's swordsmanship is also...

The duke's eyes dimmed, his hands fell limply to his sides, and he collapsed to the ground.

he died.

Thor sheathed his sword.

"It's an honor for you to die by the Thunderfire Sword, kid."

In the distance, the Pope's breathing rhythm was disrupted.

He launched numerous unsuccessful attacks on Thor, but each time Enor blocked them.

The ice crystals controlled by Enor struck him, piercing through his abdomen.

He removed the ice crystals from his abdomen and cast a healing spell on himself.

Maniacal laughter echoed in the room.

"I never imagined that I would end up falling here."

His failure was inevitable.

From the moment the Dead Space was released, he had no chance of winning.

In his eyes, Aino was just a weakling who was all bark and no bite, and who thought himself superior.

Perhaps that is indeed the case.

If Thor weren't there.

The Pope has decided to fight to the last moment.

"Even so, I will fight to the very last moment, until my soul is burned away by your magic."

"You blasphemous sinners, without God's protection, you are nothing..."

A flash of silvery-white sword light, and the Pope's head hit the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.

"What the hell? Trying to look cool even when you're about to die."

Yulia also learned Thor's way of showing off.

In the sky, the magnificent pillar of light gradually faded away.

Her sword was stained with blood.

"Young Master, although there shouldn't be any divine punishment or anything like that, I don't want your formation to kill him. Just in case, let me finish this sword strike; if there is any divine punishment, it will be me who suffers."

Thor walked up to the Pope's corpse.

"It doesn't really matter."

He let the black flames engulf the Pope.

This is not desecrating a corpse, but simply annihilating the Pope's soul completely.

He then dispelled the deathly silence.

The domain was removed, but everyone present suffered irreversible damage.

Depending on the force used, the damage suffered by the individuals was not equal.

Exhausted, Aino collapsed to the ground, her face gaunt and pale, looking like an old woman flickering in the wind.

The others weren't much better off.

Thor felt his legs starting to give way.

Ordinary people on the streets also felt that their bodies were no longer whole.

The dark clouds summoned by Aenor in the sky did not dissipate; snowflakes fell to the ground, melting into the crimson blood and landing on everyone.

Everyone felt the biting cold at that moment.

Julia took a deep breath and said:

"Let me heal everyone's souls."

Yulia's ability, Dragon's Lament, can do more than just influence the souls of others.

The girl closed her eyes, savoring the experience of her journey.

Then, she opened her mouth, and a beautiful song flowed from her lips.

A mournful song drifted in.

On the street, amidst heavy snow.

A man weeping while clutching his numb legs; a woman blankly trying to raise her powerless hands; a child finding himself unable to speak.

Everyone in the city stopped what they were doing and looked towards the source of the song amidst the drifting white clouds.

The beautiful singing, along with the snowflakes, drifted through every corner of the city.

Her soulful voice tells the story of her and Thor.

The suffering of the Argonians, the suffering she endured, and the potential suffering in this world—all of this was conveyed to the citizens of the city.

However, this is not a true tragedy.

In the end, the melody is no longer sad; the tone shifts to light and cheerful.

Perhaps this was originally destined to be a tragic ending.

But now, hope still exists, and there is still a chance.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, the chilly snow disappeared, the azure sky reappeared, and warm sunlight shone on everyone.

The cheerful singing healed everyone.

Both their spirit and their soul.

After the song ended, the affected souls returned to their original state.

People's broken souls were mended, and their numb limbs regained feeling.

Thor also noticed that the strange feeling in his body had disappeared.

He tried moving his hands and feet, and they were perfectly fine.

"Well done, Julia."