Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"I know as much as the books record, Your Majesty Raphael. Raphael, the Archangel of Earth; Galarón, the Archangel of Water; George, the Archangel of Fire; and Raymond, the Archangel of Light. These four Crusader leaders command the Crusader Legions, and they have opened up the future of mankind with the Holy Light, bringing this world into the Age of the Holy Light."

“Angel is just a title, Doranco. We are just you who are more powerful... much more powerful.”

“Each Crusader leader commands his own Crusader Legion. Raphael’s Guardians, Galarón’s Penitent Legion, George’s Inquisitors Legion, and Raymond…”

"Raymond doesn't have a legion?"

"Legend has it that the Angel of Light is extremely powerful. Some rumors say that His Holiness Raymond does not have a legion; he himself is a legion. Other rumors say that his legion consists of priests and bishops, because he is the absolute guide."

"...Do you know about the ceremony of loyalty, Doranco?"

"The ritual by which Crusaders join the leader's legion is a ceremony in which we pledge our loyalty to the leader, and as a reward, we receive corresponding power. It was through this ceremony of loyalty to you that I entered the fourth tier."

"Doranco, in fact, the Angels of Light also have their own legions: the Guardians, the Judges, the Ascetics, and the last legion, which is also the most powerful legion, is Raymond's Legion of Purifiers."

Upon hearing these secrets, Dolanco was thrilled. "However, I have never heard of any rumors about the Pure Ones Legion. I only know the legends about the Pure Ones."

"The Pure Ones. Beings born without sin, children of the Holy Light, of angelic blood... all noble words are used to define the Pure Ones. But in reality, the Pure Ones are simply those who have the most profound understanding of the Holy Light, and even that is beyond your imagination."

"The Pure Ones Legion is special because, including the Legion Commander Raymond himself, there are only four people in the Pure Ones Legion."

"Four people!!!"

Raphael stretched, crossed his legs, and rested his chin on his hand. Golden wings unfurled behind him, carrying the light that streamed in from the stained-glass windows, illuminating Raphael's handsome face—noble and pure.

"The Legion of the Pure Ones, also known as the Legion of Angels, was what the old bishops called our Crusader leaders back then, but it was rejected because it was too old-fashioned."

"The four Crusader leaders and the four angels have never been equal. It's just that Leader Raymond's habitual use of the term 'brother' makes you think we're on equal footing. But in reality, I, Galarón, and George are all subordinates sworn to Raymond."

“Through the ritual of loyalty to Raymond, the natural purifier, we became artificial purifiers, that is, the angels and crusader leaders.”

Dolanco was so shocked he couldn't speak. "But why is His Majesty Raphael telling me all this..." Dolanco's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Raphael had a smile on his face.

"As expected, Doranco, your daughter, Karen Pompeii, will grow up to be my sister, the fifth angel."

Chapter 272 Angel Allergy

“You’re joking, aren’t you, Your Majesty Raphael?” Doranco found that his tongue, at this crucial moment, resembled a large, cumbersome leaf, just as his sister had described. “How could my daughter possibly be a Pure One like you? Lord Raymond is gone, isn’t he? There shouldn’t be any naturally Pure Ones left in this world.”

Raphael scratched his head, manipulating the scabbard of the Darklight Sword Darknight. He could easily do this, as the Darklight Sword was a slender, straight blade. Raphael's long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight reflected off water, as if being tossed about by a child. Doranco, watching Raphael's own antics tousling of his beautiful golden hair, felt a pang of regret for having entrusted his talents to the wrong person.

“Those born pure are indeed rare, but there’s always a chance. Karen’s playmate, let’s call him that for now, is a boy named Lyle.”

Doranco snorted irritably, "That bastard who kidnapped my daughter is a born virgin?"

Raphael stopped moving, leaned forward, and his face loomed over Doranco like a shadow.

"Moreover, according to Karen's later descriptions, Lyle may not be as simple as just a Pure One..."

"I know the power of those born pure is special..." Doranco was too proud to admit it, but he couldn't think of any dirty words to belittle Lyle.

"The Pure One Lyle can summon the deceased Pure One Raymond."

"Holy crap!!!!" Doranco realized he'd used too much force; his jaw felt like it was about to dislocate. "What's going on? The legendary resurrection spell? The Angel of Light has been resurrected??"

"It's not resurrection, it's the summoning of heroic spirits."

"what is that?"

“I don’t know, perhaps it’s an ability unique to those born pure. But according to Karen’s description, she received her ascension under the witness of Raymond, the leader summoned by Lyle’s heroic spirit. A special divine spell. Do you know what that means, Doranco?” Raphael lowered his head, his two hands clasped tightly together. “Lyle, the pure one, might be the next Raymond.”

Doranco slumped into the sofa, hissing cold air. His eyes, which had held a hint of resentment, cleared again. "I understand, Your Majesty Raphael. I will not stoop to the level of the Pure One."

"Do I need to stoop to your level? Going against a Pure One, I'll deal with you right now. I brought you here for other reasons, and it just so happens that Karen has become a Pure One, so the opposition from the church will probably decrease a lot."

"Doranco, I want you to become the lord of the holy city of Locarrot, the ruler of this city beneath your feet."

"But I still have my family's territory..."

“You’ll be assigned to manage a branch of the family. As the father of the Pure One, you must hold onto your position,” Raphael informed Doranco decisively. “The Holy Light has been corrupted, and I need some brethren who still radiate light to help me purify the interior. You were expelled from the Church, you have management experience, and your heart is with the Holy Light. There is no one more suitable than you.”

Realizing that he seemed to have no choice, Doranco could only let the angels guide his life.

"Your will, Your Majesty Raphael." Damn it, Elian is now a lich. Looks like I'll have to cut back on private family gatherings. My sister's a lich, my daughter an angel, and that damned Holy Light won't let me go. Doranco, hiding his secrets, felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

Before taking his leave, Raphael called out to Doranco one last time, "If you see Lyle the Pure in Locarrot, do not disturb him."

"Have the pure ones not yet converted to the Holy Light?"

"He hasn't converted to the church yet. His actions naturally have their reasons; he's probably sensed the turmoil within us. Don't worry about the growth of the Pure Ones; someone who can call upon Raymond at any time is like having a mobile church with them. Karen is being cared for by the nuns in the chapel. She hasn't yet adapted to her new identity after regaining consciousness. Seize the time to fulfill your responsibilities as a father, Doranco. Karen will be training with me and the Guardians from now on; you won't have much time together."

After Doranco left, Raphael, carrying the four holy swords, descended the spiral staircase of the church's side chapel to a special room. The entire building was carved from marble, occupying a separate location adjacent to the church. It had no windows, and the walls were covered only with reliefs of forbidden divine seals. The twelve commanders of the Fireborn Legion had already formed a circle around the central altar.

"Lord Raphael!"

After giving a brief response to the Firebringer, Raphael walked to the center of the altar.

The central altar features a sculpture of the Virgin Mary holding a bottle, with golden holy water overflowing the altar and pooling together.

Raphael stepped barefoot into the water, and on the surface, points of light appeared as his wings unfolded, and divine radiance gathered in the courtyard. The twelve fire-bringers had been freed from their burning forms, and holy flames condensed into fiery clouds on the ceiling. The surrounding reliefs lit up, binding this magnificent power to the altar.

Raphael sang a hymn loudly and then recited his own prayer.

"Summoning of Heroic Spirits, Angel of Light, Merok Raymond!"

A beam of light began to gush forth from the holy spring, and holy water sprayed onto the ceiling like rain, condensing into a blurry shadow in the fiery clouds.

The light faded, and a figure appeared before Raphael. Dark gold armor, shimmering with light—it was none other than Raymond, a figure familiar from his memories.

"Angel of Light, Merok Raymond, heed your call."

Raphael swung his sword and shattered the heroic spirit named Raymond.

"Too weak. It's not the real body; it's just a clone created based on my memories. The divine magic for summoning heroic spirits has too weak a connection with the corresponding spirit. Does it need a medium?"

Raphael placed Tulmond in the center of the altar and executed the summoning once more.

This time, a golden staircase emerged from the clouds, and after a long while, the same projection descended.

Raphael frowned. "I thought it was a problem with my method, but it really is a connection between naturally pure beings? I guess I'm still a bit lacking."

Thousands of miles away, at Andre College, at the Church of Holy Light.

Lyle looked at the golden staircase that appeared in front of Mr. Raymond.

"Mr. Raymond, what is this?"

"It's nothing, I'm not Raymond, Raymond isn't here." Mr. Raymond covered the sides of his helmet with both hands and turned his back to the golden staircase.

Lyle gave an awkward laugh.

On the Holy Light side, Raphael made a new attempt.

Dark Knight was placed in the center.

"Summoning of Heroic Spirits, Angel of Fire, Edmond George!"

The male projection that gracefully descended the stairs was instantly killed by the enraged Raphael.

“I know it’s useless, but it’s really fun.” Raphael summoned George’s projection a dozen more times with a twisted smile.

Hearing Raphael's unusually maniacal laughter, the Firebringer silently covered his ears.

Similarly, inside the literary society's bubble, the reporter looked at the golden staircase that had flashed many times in front of Mr. Darkness.

"Boss, what is this?"

"The Road to Conquest".

"May I go up?"

"Yes, this road will take you to heaven to see angels and sing hymns with them hand in hand."

The reporter shook himself, feeling that his newly changed clothes had sprouted many more holes.

"Then forget it, I'm allergic to angels lately."

Chapter 273 The Lich's Diary

Lyle discovered he had a group of exceptionally talented companions. Their reliable qualities, even as they became skeletons, continued to emanate from them, alongside certain traits they didn't need to possess. Lyle sat at the desk in the Necromancer's Figurine Shop, reading the class notes left behind by his manipulation. Calling them notes was a stretch; they were more like random diary entries. Compared to the occasional mentions of necromancy between the lines, the other things interspersed among the pages seemed far more jarring.

These diaries were written in the time Lyle left, not because the brothers missed him so much, but because the lich's shallow sense of time made them completely forget the date.

The day after the boss left, it was Mr. Dragon's Bone Conjuring Technique.

The Plague Doctor's leave must have had some impact on Mr. Dragon. Please tell me that this is indeed the case. Mr. Dragon's course schedule was simply because he was missing his disciple's unusual behavior. My bones, we spent the whole afternoon being beaten—literally, in a gladiatorial arena piled high with skeletons, Mr. Dragon carried out a brutal massacre of us students.

Not a single lich emerged unscathed from class. My ribs were broken, all of them. Although Mr. Dragon had warned us beforehand that we could retaliate, we never imagined that when he wielded that bone staff, he would unleash a bone storm like a meat grinder in the confined space. Students' bones were flying through the air; unity was utter nonsense. Push the students around you into that dragon's meat grinder, and you'll have more room to dodge.

This method kept us invincible for a time, until Mr. Dragon noticed what we were doing.

"How can you, as fellow medical professionals fighting the epidemic, shirk your responsibilities and try to cheat!"

My sternum, gleaming leg bones, and flexible upper body shattered in an instant. As my skull became part of the bone storm, I suddenly realized how wise the Plague Doctor's decision was to set the gyroscope inner ring within the Spinal Wheel. My skull survived the first ravages.

During my recovery, the dragon's avatar in the sea of ​​skeletons applied a white ointment to my broken bones. My bones sprouted and grew like trees, and in less than fifteen minutes, I was completely restored, even feeling a little harder. But this was not a good thing; completeness was for the next chance to break.

As I grew accustomed to being part of the dragon's bone storm, I felt a sadness at my own numbness—a genuine sadness, perhaps. In the final ravages, Mr. Dragon left our fragments behind, saying it was to train our capacity for self-repair. I don't know what that was, and I doubt any of the students did. They remained rooted to the spot in their shattered state, a wretched situation that perhaps lasted all night.

We were a little smarter, and the three of us from the Necromancer Figure Club came up with the brilliant idea of ​​creating and modifying ourselves. The three of us pieced ourselves together into a skeleton fusion monster and limped back to the clubroom. Right now, I'm manipulating my gleaming finger bones to write this note.

It is said that this kind of training will continue for several more days.

I miss the head of the epidemic prevention team on the first day he's away.

Lyle touched the glittering white powder left in the pages of the book, and with a look of sympathy, tucked it into his handbag.

"Lich Dust, collection complete."

This page has many scratches, perhaps because the three consciousnesses are not coordinating their control over the single body. This explains why, when I first returned, I found the three people far apart; it was probably because they had been in close proximity for some time, intertwined and inseparable.

The notebook was thin, but as Lyle tried to turn to the next page, his glove felt something strange in the gaps between the pages. Looking closer, he saw a bright red, sticky substance seeping from the corners of the next page; no wonder this page was so thick and shadowed in some places. It was as if the next page was smeared with honey, but everyone knew that what was on Lyle's glove was far worse than honey.

"Damn it, don't those guys know how to cherish books? Or did they malfunction and suffer a major hemorrhage while adjusting the Spinal Wheel?"

Lyle reluctantly turned to the next page, watching the two sticky, blood-stained black sheets of paper tear as he turned them. The scene was like shoveling out latrines.

"How can I see the written words and clean off the dirt?"