Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

His tone rose and fell, his voice carrying a hint of unsteady relief, like those Andrei liches who took pleasure in breaking the rules.

"I only learned two moves in Andre, and although they were haphazard, they were very effective."

"First, we need to ask for help."

"Secondly..."

“We have Lyle.”

Just then, the Plague Doctor, led by the Water Angel Galaron, approached. He was about to greet him when he saw his headmaster, his teacher, and the leader of the Holy Light all focused their gazes on him. Lyle swallowed hard, coughing twice from the urge.

“Mr. Raymond, His Excellency Galarón says you need me.”

The Angel of Light placed one hand on her chest and extended her right hand as if introducing a treasure. Her impassioned tone was like reciting poetry, but her radiant appearance overlapped with the saleswoman on the screen in Lyle's memory.

“An unexpected Pure One! Just like me! Triton thought I was a variable and focused all his efforts on me. He succeeded in striking me down, but his excessive focus on me made him overlook the fact that there are more than one variable. I will make him know the price of ignoring us Pure Ones, and I will make him regret not having Lyle engraved in His 'family tree'.”

Moroki had examined Lyle from the very beginning of Raymond's introduction. He was somewhat surprised that Lyle did not have the restrictions of the [World], and perhaps he was still regretting that he had not noticed Lyle's abnormality.

"It's really strange. My student has done great things, such as resurrecting dragons and reforming the liches, but I subconsciously treated him as just an ordinary person. I forgot that he was a complete variable, even though I had been involved in his growth all along."

Raymond laughed heartily.

"Perhaps it's because of his inherently harmless nature that only someone like me, whose eyes are only on him, can remember this."

The adoration shown by the Plague Doctor during the Holy Light Disaster was as disgusting as ever, and the Dean brought everyone's attention back to reality.

"Mr. Plague Doctor does indeed meet the conditions to fight Triton, or rather, the struggle between evil gods seems like an anchored destiny. But he only has the conditions, not the corresponding strength. If we want Mr. Plague Doctor to kill a god, we must at least allow him to advance to the conceptual level in a short period of time. And we cannot do that."

At this point, black energy emanated from the dean's body again, and his vicious gaze seemed to want to bite a piece of flesh off Raymond.

"The power to advance one's realm in a short time could be achieved with the clan's crown. But now there is no crown."

“Don’t look at me like that. The loyalty ritual is useless to Lyle. I can’t do it, but someone else can.” Raymond walked up to Lyle and patted him on the shoulder.

"Father, it's this boy!"

Just as Lyle was confused by the familiar words, he felt a gaze fixed on him from behind. There was more than one warm gaze, and before he knew it, a group of glowing phantoms had appeared behind them.

Leading the phantoms was a kind-faced old man dressed in linen clothes, resembling a fisherman. His smiling demeanor was approachable. If one ignored the circle of figures behind him wearing white papal crowns, and even further out, a large group of cardinals, they resembled the rising sun on the horizon, and Lyle felt the sun's heat concentrated on him.

"Who are these people..."

All four angels, except Raymond, knelt respectfully in homage, and the foreheads of the Crusaders were smashed into the ground, creating deep craters.

The Holy Spirits, the leaders of the Holy Light throughout history who guided humanity out of darkness, transformed into pure holy light after their deaths, merging into the Sea of ​​Holy Light and forming the pillars of people's faith. Raymond moved Heaven down, and thus these Holy Spirits were forced to relocate as well. The glaring cardinals behind him clearly harbored considerable resentment towards Raymond, but they refrained from acting out under the smiling face of the leading old man.

Because he was the father of the Papacy, the first Pope, and the Enlightener, Aldington Merlock. He was the foster father of the Angels of Light and Raymond's guide.

Aldington smiled and looked up at the tall Raymond. "I've been watching you, kid. The rule that paladins could marry and start families was originally drafted in the hope that you would continue the bloodline. But instead of doing anything important, you've done a lot of rubbish. Every pope's first thing to do when they come up is to complain to me. You're really something."

Lyle felt a little embarrassed by Aldington's gaze, but Raymond's hand was firmly on his shoulder, like a shield.

“Father, this is the holy son I have chosen, a pure one like me! He has done so much for me, and I can never repay his kindness! Please help me repay it!”

The four angels, kneeling on one knee, bowed their heads, while the nearby paladins buried their heads like ostriches, begging that the blasphemous father-son conversation not reach their ears.

Aldington Merlock knew his son very well; in fact, Raymond's character was largely shaped under his guidance. The initial Holy Light lacked its current majesty; giving and receiving were closer to a familial relationship.

“Good, this kid seems more honest than you. If the leader had been changed earlier, the Vatican wouldn’t be in this state now.”

A few words could change dynasties, and the conversation between the father and son sent chills down Lyle's spine.

Raymond and Aldington completed their exchange, and Lyle looked up at the first Pope's face, which was as radiant as the morning light, as the Holy Spirit gently patted his shoulder.

"Mr. Lyle, is it alright if I address you like that? Don't feel any resistance; those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles. Now that we've reached a critical moment for the survival of the world, whether it's us who are dead, you who are alive, or even those who aren't human, those who have the ability should naturally stand up. Don't worry, behind you stand all the Holy Light Popes and Bishops in human history. We guide people to unite and have considerable experience in activating the Holy Light within their hearts."

“I only wanted to raise that lovely boy and make his life less difficult. I only offered a small act of kindness, and the world rewarded me. Now it’s the same for you, Mr. Lyle. The small acts of kindness you gave have also come to fruition. Gratitude for the Holy Light, the desire for life, the Pure One, the variable that turns fate around.”

"Let the world respond to our expectations!"

"Light! This is the Holy Lord we all seek."

【Graceful Blessings - God of the Heart】

Chapter 856 Spirit Summoning: Gods

They said: God shall have light.

It was as if the world had collapsed, the ocean had risen to the sky, and the sea of ​​holy light had fallen from the sky. No amount of rain could compare to its terror, like a cataclysmic flood.

Its majesty and splendor are both present, and even the phantoms that cannot escape its reach stop to admire and exclaim in praise. The sanctity within the droplets of light is no different from the ultimate beauty of humanity. The phantoms with benevolent hearts do not escape this baptism, and any thought they may have is overwhelmed by a strong sense of reluctance.

This spiritual space within Lyle is being overwhelmed by holy light.

The two ominous signs, being their masters, reacted differently from the phantoms. They instinctively avoided the holy light energy, unwilling to be tainted by its unrealistically radiant positive qualities. The great flood seemed to target them specifically; the phantoms' gleeful laughter echoed through the golden waves, chasing the two ominous signs like sharks drawn by the scent of blood.

With nowhere to escape, the overwhelming holy light seemed poised to thoroughly purify Lyle's spirit, and the ominous embodiment of his spirit was undoubtedly the focus of the holy light's attention.

The ominous sign seized the opportunity and hastily hid in the spiritual land covered by black mud. The deep-sea ominous sign was less fortunate; its spiritual ocean was already shimmering, and it was dragged into the light by the rebellious currents, letting out an uncomfortable howl.

The rising tide finally receded, revealing the black earth. The ominous sign emerged from the cracks in the ground, its branches moving. The entire spiritual space became bright and clear, with a touch of warmth in the air. The phantoms quickly gathered around, their gilded bodies dancing around the ominous sign, their inner elation showing no sign of discontent.

There is no doubt that the Holy Light has transformed Lyle, but not through brainwashing or assimilation; rather, it allows him to coexist with his original evil god power. Lyle's apartment building now has a new resident.

As the ominous sign watched the familiar yet unfamiliar figure approaching from the sea, they fell silent as they gazed at each other.

The newcomer had curly brown hair, a long beard, and wore a white robe. He was barefoot on the water, and his exposed skin shone brightly. His features were obscured by the dazzling light, but simply looking at him conveyed holiness and compassion.

The ominous inspiration told him that this radiant human was another version of himself, or more precisely, the deep-sea ominous being previously captured by the holy light energy. Now, he no longer had the curved horns that represented rebellion, the mask that represented concealment, or the tentacle-like body that represented chaos.

Even his dejected expression carried a hint of compassionate smile.

The ominous sign racked its brains and used all the knowledge it had acquired to comfort itself: "Should I give you a new name, 'Holy Light Ominous Sign'? You have no connection with the 'Deep Sea' anymore."

His laughter was like his crying.

"Could I say no? That would just be self-deception. What annoys me even more is why you weren't transformed?" In truth, the Omen incarnation understood the reason. Lyle's abilities had been split in two, and the authority from the first to the fifth chain was all established, imprinted on the divine remains formed by the Omen. The past necromancer had been anchored. The Holy Light transformed Lyle's present, constructing a new Holy Light system within the Deep Sea Omen, from the sixth rank upwards.

This led to Lyle's strange situation.

His personal strength is demonstrated through lich-related necromancy and he possesses his own phantom race. However, it is another race that truly regards Lyle as their spiritual leader and is willing to obey his commands and provide him with power: the Holy Spirit Bishops who bestowed upon him the title of honorary priest.

The Holy Light Bishop, who had already transformed into light, regarded Lyle as the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit and the head of the Holy Light.

The evil god and the holy light are tightly clasped in his hands. Chains of obsession bind his torso, and wings of sublime light sprout from his back. He is the honorary lich, honorary priest, nascent evil god, and holy child of light, Lyrtos.

Four angels guarded the perimeter, with the Holy Spirit Bishops, the combined forces of various races, liches and dragons, and the Light's reinforcements behind them.

“I heard the voices of everyone, their prayers, their wishes. Those who are alive and those who have passed away, their obsessions are also their hopes, and I should fulfill them, which is why they gave me strength.”

Lyle felt countless hands lifting his body up, light gathering on his form. Raymond, George, Galarón, Raphael, Aldington, and everyone else were passing on the light of hope to him.

[Angels guide, God reveals]

The light descending upon Lyle's body is expanding, and his revived divinity is growing into a true god.

God needs a physical body. Amidst the vast army, a towering creation of flesh and blood, the Necromancer Gundam, strides forward. This necromancer, crafted under Lyle's leadership, becomes the physical body through its connection with Lyle.

God needs a person. Both the ominous signs and the ominous signs of light resonated with each other, essentially constellation rituals. Lyle needed fragments of his soul to enter his body and become the dominant personality of God. The two ominous signs were fervent; a public display of divine power was undoubtedly a coveted and unparalleled achievement, and receiving reverence and awe was their innate instinct as incarnations of ominous signs. Now, both ominous signs were qualified to become the person of God.

They all thought Lyle would choose them, and considered it a foregone conclusion.

Ominous Sign: "I am the original future, and you are merely an accidental split from me. Becoming the God of the World was my destiny. Although Lyle caused some changes, I am the one who is most suitable."

Holy Light Omen: "Lyle doesn't like you at all! You are the rejected future, and this is a god made of holy light. If you were to possess him, his divinity would rot! I have been purified by the holy light, and my existence is incomparably sacred, undoubtedly more in harmony with the God of the Heart than you."

The light that Lyle had transformed into had already enveloped the Necro Gundam. God was about to appear. Two ominous signs pushed and shoved each other in response to the call and merged into that light. The god of light appeared in detail, perfectly replicated according to the incarnation of the soul.

Intelligent life cast its gaze upon the towering giant of light, but could not see it clearly.

The Holy Light Legion, accustomed to the blinding holy light, looked upon the towering life form surrounded by angels with awe and emotion.

"That is our Holy Lord..."

God is...

"It's Nia!"

A God, enlarged proportionally to the size of a human girl with short arms and chubby legs, and a cute face with a touch of baby fat, is a humanoid little girl tens of meters tall.

Ominous Sign & Holy Light Ominous Sign: ...

The Holy Light Legion also fell silent. This was a manifestation of Lyle's inner thoughts. Lyle Bühler subconsciously believed that the closest and most powerful embodiment of himself was Nia, so God revealed Nia's appearance.

Those who understand Lyle know it, but others don't.

"Our newly recognized holy son is thinking of a five-year-old girl?"

"...It's because I died young. In my time as the sect leader, I could have just been burned at the stake without any trial."

"Damn it, we got rid of the unreliable Raymond, and the new one is just as unreliable."

Archbishop Aldington Merlock, however, was all smiles.

"The most powerful form in Lyle's mind is that of a young child. The innocent child is the embodiment of the purest and most sacred. Power is not what we seek; a naive heart and pure kindness are true strength. I think this is what Mr. Lyle wanted to express."

The paladins suddenly understood, their gazes towards the divine shifting. The bishops of Holy Light applauded in agreement, reflecting on their previous narrow-minded prejudices. Some even suggested promoting the new Holy Light ideology: young girls are the purest and most beautiful beings in the world.

Then a group of elderly bishops who had dedicated their bodies and minds to the Holy Light felt the strangeness caused by gender differences and changed their tune.

“A little boy is better! The Holy Son is male, so let’s use him as the model.”

"That's right! The little boy is better!"

"Little boys are the most beautiful things in the world!"

Chapter 857 We Invite Destruction

After God descended, the world began to change dramatically. The thick clouds dissipated, and luminous golden liquid welled up from the earth beneath the mud. Ashes scattered under the dark clouds were swept into radiant vortexes, a sight like countless gaseous suns appearing in the sky. The curtain was drawn back, and both the magnificence of the gods and the grandeur of the world recorder were perfectly revealed in the light.

Every twitch of His tentacles stirs up turmoil in the mire, and the heart of the evil Creator is no longer at peace. His creations, those inferior beings, have created their own gods with their presumptuous delusions, and every action and every thought is an offense against Himself; their self-righteous hostility is an insult to themselves.

It will no longer be about preventing changes, but about utter slaughter, a war of gods with equal status due to different ideologies and origins.

[Innocent hearts, crippled power. My descendants, is this what you seek? A mocking rebellion against me.]

[The World] merged into Triton's body, making His body even taller. Eyes opened on all His thousands of tentacles, and His overflowing divinity carried indescribable knowledge. All intelligent beings that received His gaze suffered terribly in this spiritual storm.

【Then let it come! A new master will be born from the battle!】