Chapter 894 Holy Spirit

"Blasphemy?"

The holy white eyes stared at the chief heretic judge [Holy Inquisition] Jorgeson who pointed his sword at him, and then scanned the different expressions of the other archbishops. A trace of pity flashed across the face of Saint Messia III, and then all turned into indifference.

"Everything I do will last forever, nothing will be added, nothing will be subtracted."

"The one who blasphemed is not me, but you!"

As he said this, the young pope turned around, turned his back to the shocked and angry Jorgeson, loosened the scepter symbolizing the pope, and then directly reached out to the pure holy grail on the altar that was filled with light.

"Enough! That's it! Blasphemous heresy!"

Seeing that the pope was stubborn, [Holy Inquisition] Jorgeson stabbed directly with a sword. The terrifying power of rules lingered on the sword, as if it had established a certain fate with the pope, just like the holy sword that pierced through the devil in myths and legends.

This shocking scene was also presented in front of countless spectators. Many believers were shocked. The originally devout prayers could not help but stop, and the continuous wave of faith power suddenly shrunk.

Facing Jorgeson's attack, the Pope did not move at all, allowing him to stab him in the vest.

"Ding——"

However, what everyone did not expect was that when the sword tip touched the Pope's body, an extremely crisp sound like an angel's holy bell was made.

At the same time, the thorn sword in Jorgeson's hand seemed to have suffered some kind of divine punishment. From the tip of the sword to the sword body, pieces broke and shattered, turning into crystal metal dust.

"What?!"

All the archbishops who took action were stunned. [Holy Inquisition] Jorgeson did not hold back just now. How could the Pope be so powerful?

On the other side, the Pope did not care about the actions of the bishops, but just picked up the Holy Grail on the altar, and then turned around again, facing the many archbishops who were either angry or thoughtful, and also facing the countless believers who were watching this scene.

"Today, I will create the world again in the name of glory and origin!"

As he said, the Pope raised the golden Holy Grail high, and then tilted it forward. The brilliant and pure light flowed out of the cup, along the Pope's arms, and gradually overflowed his body.

At the same time, the entire First Holy Light Church seemed to echo it, emitting a soft and holy light.

"Enough! Stop him!"

Seeing this, Jorgeson was even more angry and couldn't help shouting while attacking. [The One Who Has Been Graced by God] Candia and [Crown of Thorns] Mark also focused their eyes, and their attacks attacked the Pope at the same time, making sure to stop the other party from further blasphemy.

Many other bishops also took action, casting various holy light binding spells directly at the Pope, preparing to cooperate with the three bishops to capture him.

However, Saint Messia III still did not move in the face of all these attacks, but a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, when all the spells and attacks touched the young Pope's body, a sudden change occurred.

All those who attacked the Pope were horrified to find that their attacks, which were originally as easy as a finger, suddenly froze, and then naturally disappeared into thin air, like a drop of water merging into the sea.

At the same time, the sacred power in their bodies sent back a sense of trembling and submission as if it had touched the root, and they could not even mobilize it again, as if they had just attacked not the Pope, but the God himself!

This discovery directly caused many bishops to fall into a state of faith collapse, and many bishops' bodies were directly transformed into light spots and shattered, and they died completely.

"You... what did you do?"

The body was also uncontrollably transformed into light spots and kept floating away. [Holy Inquisition] Jorgeson stared at the Pope blankly, not daring to believe his own perception. "I have already told you that the one who blasphemes is not me, but you."

Looking at Jorgson's body with compassion, the Pope sighed softly.

In the First Holy Light Church, where endless power of faith converges, the huge pan-consciousness in the light crystal is transforming into a true god.

However, because it has no self-will, with the blessing of its sub-body power and the guidance of the eyes of hundreds of millions of believers, it is easy to focus this incredible power of faith on the Pope himself, that is, on him as a single individual.

This is the final [Holy Spirit] ceremony, and it is also the ceremony for his formal deification.

When the ceremony began, he had already walked on the path of God and mastered the source of all divine power.

For the clergy who use divine power, attacking him at the moment is equivalent to directly attacking the god of faith.

"Don't be afraid, my child. I do this so that people will have awe in front of me."

Turning his eyes back to the millions of believers watching the ceremony, the Pope's voice echoed, with a strange soothing power, which gradually calmed down the panic of the crowd who were originally panicked by this scene.

"Anyone who believes in me in his heart will gain supreme glory."

A faint and holy light shone from the Pope's body, like a layer of sacred clothes.

"You are one, and you are also ten thousand..."

In the Saint Messia Empire, outside the countless large and small Holy Light Churches, looking at the Pope's current sacred appearance, low prayers echoed from the crowd of believers at some point, and gradually gathered into an ocean.

The ocean of faith power, which is larger and more pure and fanatical than before, has descended again!

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The Evernight Icefield, the Nameless Snow Peak, and the Destiny Stone Tower.

In the snowy wind under the night sky, Avis, in a pure white dress, sat alone on the cold rock covered with snow, looking up at the seemingly low and dilapidated stone tower in front of him.

An oversized pigeon squatted beside him, staring at the stone tower with its red eyes.

The cold mountain wind swept past, blowing the corners of Avis's clothes.

At this moment, all the archbishops gathered in the Holy City. Although there were other clergy guarding this place, it was useless to Avis.

"I originally thought that the high elf prophet meant for me to end the Yunival Dream Ceremony, return with the help of the original world rules, and offset the holy land of the Holy Kingdom of the Saint Messia Empire.

The new sacred rules and the original rules of the world.

Use the destructive rule ripples generated by the collision of two different rules to annihilate those extremely weak dark existences that have been sealed for countless thousands of years."

Looking at the Destiny Stone Tower in front of him, Avis spoke in a low voice, his voice blending into the night wind, as if he was talking to the pigeon, and as if he was talking to himself.

"But when I got here and sat under this stone tower, I suddenly thought of something."

As he said this, he stood up and looked at the ancient stone tower in front of him and the ever-changing green aurora above the stone tower.

"Look, does the shape of this stone tower look like a lighthouse?" (End of this chapter)