Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

That page, just as it was torn open, got stuck.

The Void Angel's body began to twist, but the chains binding its entire body remained unmoved. The Void Will behind those chains would not allow its possessions to disappear, and it remained locked in a stalemate with the concept [world].

Okay, it will take some time, and time means nothing to me.

"Guardian Legion! Now!" Stop Him before He tears up the book again! Raphael roared inwardly, his hands already raised, his greatsword ready to strike.

Raymond held Raphael down, forcibly suppressing him amidst the Earth Angel's bewilderment.

"Why! George is on the verge of death! Leader!"

World record holder Triton provided the answer.

I am the [world], and any attack you intend against me will be interpreted as an attack on the [world]. You constitute the [world], and attacking the [world] is abandoning yourselves. In other words, the attacker voluntarily relinquishes their role as the [world] and disappears from it.

Triton is tearing up books and erasing life. If you stop Him from tearing up books, you will be erased yourself. If you don't stop Him from tearing up books, you will be erased sooner or later.

Raphael lowered his sword, his unease spreading rapidly through the collective consciousness. In the face of despair for the Allied forces, the man stepped forward.

The leader of light, Raymond Melok, began his actions amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd.

"I apologize for the trouble caused to you because of our wavering resolve as paladins."

"In truth, you saved me and my brothers, and I have not thanked you, which is unchivalrous of me. Now, please allow me to express my gratitude."

The irrelevant expressions of gratitude left everyone feeling dejected, but the Angel of Light continued on his way regardless. His light was gathering, and he transformed into a massive sphere of light.

"I, Raymond Merlock, proclaim myself King of the Crusaders."

He solemnly proclaimed, his words resounding throughout heaven and earth. Pope Atlas, holding his scepter, wore a weary yet relieved smile. Above his head, a few points of light suddenly burst forth, and a flawless golden crown, radiating brilliant divine light, appeared before the angel of light.

Holy Light - Crown of Humanity.

The divine presence subdued itself before Raymond, and the rhythm of the light mirrored Raymond's holy radiance, as if proclaiming to the world that he was the perfect chosen king.

As the paladin witnessed this sacred scene, his unease vanished instantly, replaced by anticipation and a renewed sense of hope.

This is not over yet.

The Crusader King continued.

"I, Raymond Merok, proclaim myself the Lich King."

"Raymond! You son of a bitch!" The dean's words were fierce, and the Andrei lich was indignant, of course, with darker and more negative emotions. In the lich's eyes, this bastard who couldn't even write a single paper was making him die with regrets, stealing the fruits of knowledge.

There is only one thing that makes me happy.

Andrei, the Lich's Crown.

Magic and the aura of death intertwined, transforming into pure magic, and finally turning into a pure golden halo. This crown of knowledge, full of spirituality, also cunningly borrowed the design of the Holy Light Crown of Man nearby, and added embellishments to make it even more majestic and imposing.

A crown in a sacred halo.

The crown appears sacred and solemn.

Two legendary crowns came into the possession of one person.

The King of Two Crowns, the Chosen King, the King of the Era.

Raymond Merolock is about to receive his crown in a time of crisis.

Chapter 853 Holy Light Inclusive Sect

The two crowns hovered in Raymond's palm, all eyes fixed on his hands. The edges of the two crowns, symbols of their respective tribes, were slightly blurred, showing a tendency to merge. People watched as Raymond's fingers touched the crowns, watched as Raymond raised the supreme crown high.

Click!

That voice resounded simultaneously in the hearts of all the paladins and liches.

"Ah..." A blank sigh escaped her lips.

As fragments scattered, Raymond Merlock's raised hand clenched into a fist, and he crushed the crowns of both races in front of everyone. There once was a group of forgotten mortal kings, lonely kings after their races declined. Their crowns were more like relics of civilization than symbols of royal power, but even such broken crowns could unleash a powerful force of salvation at the last moment.

What has now been shattered are the symbols of two of the world's most powerful and prosperous civilizations. By nearly destroying the glory created by these two civilizations, Raymond gained magical power equivalent to their glory—power comparable to that of a god.

The paladins had no idea what the angel of light was going to do. The shock of the crown of holy light being shattered made their legs go weak, their minds go blank, and they couldn't help but want to kneel down.

thump!

The lich's frail body collapsed, kneeling on the ground and emitting a bloodcurdling scream.

"Aaaaaah! My thesis! My hard-earned achievement! My ultimate death!"

"Raymond! You deserve to die! You really deserve to die! Aaaaaah!"

Seeing the lich's wretched state, the paladins felt a strange sense of balance; their legs no longer trembled, and their panic subsided. Human civilization was built under the guidance of holy light and angels, and that angel of light valued this glory no less than they did themselves. The angel must have had his reasons for doing this. Besides, it was the end of the world; any sacrifice was worthwhile. Most importantly, with the lich Andrei standing in the shadows, they felt they weren't the worst off.

The paladin bowed his head in silence, while the lich's entourage showered him with praise. The other races, though feeling it had little to do with them, were still taken aback by the man's actions and were filled with shock.

"Damn, this man is truly extraordinary, a worthy hero of our time!"

"Yes, yes, the Holy Light forces truly live up to their reputation as the strongest of their time. They're incredibly audacious! They shattered their clan's crown and acted like nothing happened."

"Luckily, this leader isn't from our family."

All the voices subsided, and the angel of light delivered his proclamation, or rather, his oracle.

“I once thought I was infallible. I called upon humanity to rise from the wilderness and raise arms against the threats. The Holy Light was a gift given to us awakened ones; it was our will, our [justice]. I once thought I was absolutely right, and that they must obey my will. Purification was the only path I had envisioned. However, the light has blinded me, and my narrow-mindedness has persecuted my fellow human beings. My fall is proof of my error.”

“I misjudged myself, and I misjudged everyone. Death is a gift. I fell into what I thought was darkness, and saw the purest light. Even noble saints have dark hearts, and even corrupt spirits have pure justice. When the Holy Light failed, it was this alien race that saved me and my people.”

"Raymond Merlock corrected his mistake in the name of the Holy Light."

"At this time and in this place, I establish the Holy Light Inclusive Church. No matter the race or the life, as long as you firmly believe in your own righteousness and act upon it, the light of justice will be with you!"

The power of the shattered crown formed a magnificent pillar of light, connecting to the sea of ​​holy light. A golden palace appeared in the sky, standing above the clouds, showering down holy feathers of light. Hymns resounded, and that peaceful and beautiful pure land described in the scriptures cast the light of [heaven] upon the world.

With wounds healed, fatigue dissipated, and a refreshing feeling in every breath, standing under that radiant light, one can feel an endless source of courage and fighting spirit.

not enough!

The Angel of Light faced the sacred temple built by the united hearts of humanity and raised his divine spear.

Ten wings spread out, and chains connected the tail of Longinus's spear.

Raymond, the Angel of Light, hurled his spear, the beam piercing the air with a shrill cry as it plunged into the illusory palace in the sky. Heaven trembled and wailed. The angel who was supposed to protect it, however, gripped the chains behind the weapon and murmured, "Light, you have been high above for too long."

"Come down! Look at these warriors who fought for you!"

The paladin was numb.

Paradise plummeted as the divine spear dragged it down, the crumbling ruins radiating a holy light no less than that of any legion commander. A hole was pierced in the Sea of ​​Holy Light, and the droplets inside transformed into a dazzling rain of light.

Fragments embedded themselves in the soil, and the land, drained of life by the black mud, came back to life. Plants grew, and the filth vanished. Under the rain of light, both the living and the dead felt the vibrant energy; the fallen rose and were bathed in the light. Elves, dwarves, liches, ogres—life once erased by the [world] reappeared in the holy light.

The light never faded, and the departed emerged from it.

"Wasn't I eaten by the black mud?"

"A knight of the Judicator Legion, commander of the Algernon Legion, the enemy is the damned Firebringers!"

"Your Majesty Atlas and the priests! Thank goodness you are still alive! Wait, how come I'm alive too?"

"Wasn't I burned to ashes by the corrupted paladin?"

"I was killed by the aftermath of the corrupted angels."

"Holy crap, Raymond's glowing! Wasn't he corrupted? Which timeline is this?"

"What? The Angel of Light has been corrupted? I will judge you for blasphemy against the saints, execute it immediately."

"Commander Algernon, it's so good to see you're alright... Your Majesty Saint George! It's so good that you're still so dark-skinned! The Judicator Legion is at your command!"

An angel descended from the light. Galarón Loshutar frowned, looking at Raphael who greeted him and George grinning beside him, completely baffled. He tossed his hair, trying to clear his mind. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore; it was probably Raymond's doing.

"So, who are we going to chop this time?"

Raymond finally exhausted the power of the Shattered Crown, exhaling to calm the depletion of his holy light. He then transformed the fallen fragments of Heaven into a large holy light barrier.

[Celestial Collapse - Divine Kingdom on Earth]: Grants all races within the barrier immortality, spiritual permanence, and the blessing of holy light. Regardless of race, all now don golden armor and become part of the Legion of Light.

Raymond beckoned, and a huge holy scroll appeared above the barrier, where the glory of each warrior was inscribed in holy light. Even if they died, they could be resurrected in the divine kingdom for their merits in fighting against evil gods.

“Erase them from your world, Triton, for the Holy Light has recorded the glory of the warriors.”

The lich, who had once fought Raymond in the Black Abyss Arena, felt a pang of sympathy and cursed under his breath. Same old wine in new bottles; this damned Holy Light's Calamity is still as disgusting as ever, blatant plagiarism. Doesn't your Holy Light have any of its own power? Hmph, despicable justice.

The world recorder Triton's tentacles fluttered; the deity's power was offended, which angered Him, but it did not change anything.

Even if you resurrected all life in the world, even ten times, a hundred times, you still could not defeat [the world].

“I know, I’ve said it before, this is just to express my gratitude to the various races that saved me.”

"Now, the war against the evil gods has only just begun."

Raymond smugly hummed.

"Let me show you the true power of the Holy Light Tolerance Cult."

[I, Raymond Merlock, head of the Holy Light's Encompassing Cult, hereby pledge a covenant of friendship and mutual assistance to all light-seekers, regardless of time, space, or race, and to my fellow countrymen who cherish justice. This covenant will never be broken, until the light of the soul fades and time comes to an end.]

Raymond Melok, the Angel of Light, has learned to ask for help.

Chapter 854 Reinforcements of Light

"I can't hear his voice anymore..." The noble Protoss knelt in the ruins, the red lightning that had been binding him dissipating, but his eyes were no longer filled with the blue of psionic energy, but with a dazzling gold color, the same color as his Archbishop Dalam armor.

“But I can hear everyone’s voices… Kalai, Taldarim, Nerazim… and your voice, Zeratul…” Artanis rose in the light and looked at the Dark High Priest standing in front of him. The Dark Templar was now radiating the same light as him, and with the same doubt.

“Even with the nerve cords severed, this new Khala has still connected the Protoss minds.” The Dark Templar’s ​​deep voice contrasted sharply with his current appearance. “His will has actually surpassed Amon’s corruption. Artanis, this Khala is far more terrifying than we imagined! The situation is beyond our control!”

“Raymond, the new Kara has told us her name. I understand the shock Nerazim is going through right now, but this may also be an opportunity. Without Raymond, I would probably be at war with you right now, Zeratul.”

"For Aiur, for everything we have," Zeratul murmured.

“But now we have a better option!” Artanis leaped atop the ruins, his holy radiance undiminished, forming a pillar of light that became a beacon. In his vision, beams of light illuminated the devastated land of Aiur, the Protoss warriors baptized by the holy light. “Behold, our warriors have broken free from Amon’s corruption, their mistakes have been redressed, and we can reclaim the Golden Fleet! I can feel Raymon’s conviction in this light—unwavering justice, fervent honor—it’s far better than endless hatred.”

Zeratul looked at the triumphant archbishop and lowered his head in resignation.

"What is happening here has exceeded prophecy. The future is uncertain, and the Protoss need a unified voice. You are Archbishop Darram, and we will follow your will. At least, a Khala who asks for help is far more trustworthy than a Khala who bestows favors."