Chapter 407: Chapter 407: The Descent of the Saint Heir (Fifth Update)
Karsath cried out in shock and with a wave of his hand, a thick black mist formed a barrier in front of him.
But this black mist was like a thin sheet of paper in the face of the holy light; it had no power to resist.
A ray of holy light touched Karsath’s arm.
Sizzle!
Black smoke rose, and Karsath cried out in pain.
At that moment, Anastasia’s face was stern as she waved her hand, “Confusion!”
The holy light was instantly enveloped by a dusty glow.
Simultaneously, Anastasia stepped forward, tore off Karsath’s affected arm and threw it aside, then commanded coldly, “Run now!”
Everyone was startled and immediately used their strongest escape abilities, vanishing from inside the carriage.
No sooner had their figures disappeared than the holy light violently broke free from its restraints and exploded.
Boom.
The entire carriage was instantly blown to pieces.
Above the Sacred Plaza.
The young man snorted disdainfully and said lightly, “They sure run fast!”
The Pope, in utmost humility from behind, gently said, “Saint Heir, should we send someone to pursue them?”
“No need! Let these dark worms live a few more days!”
“Yes!” The Pope and the other magnates all bent down and agreed, their demeanor extremely deferential.
At the same time, the entire plaza, the entire Grand Cathedral of Light, indeed all the clergy and faithful of the Holy Nation of Light knelt down in unison, praying devoutly to the man radiating intense holy light in the sky.
“We welcome the Saint Heir, descending to the world!”
The Son of Light revealed a smug smile and nodded slightly, “God loves the world, and I am here by the command of my father, the Divine King, to spread the divine word and eradicate the darkness!”
All the faithful and clergy were excitedly bowing their heads repeatedly, some even weeping uncontrollably.
To them, it was the greatest honor of their lives to see a living god.
Meanwhile, those like Karsath who had barely escaped wore extremely somber expressions.
“I knew it, the Church of Light has never been an easy opponent. This silence and forbearance were because they were summoning the Saint Heir! And damn it, they’ve actually succeeded!” Karsath cursed, his voice trembling slightly with profound fear.
Anastasia and the others also had very ugly expressions on their faces.
“The Saint Heir has come; I didn’t expect that since the War of Divine Fall in the Middle Ages, they would dare to use such a forbidden technique!” Anastasia said hatefully.
Fan Mengxue asked somewhat perplexedly, “Is this Saint Heir… really that powerful?”
Upon hearing this, Karsath sighed and said, “How should I put it? This Saint Heir is the divine child of the God of Light that the Church of Light worships. Each one possesses tremendously potent strength and can even… be regarded as invincible in this world!”
Hearing this, Fan Mengxue’s complexion turned visibly pale at a visible speed.
“Then… you mean, Xue An… he’s in danger?”
Everyone fell silent for a moment, then Anastasia sighed and said, “It’s not a matter of if he’s in danger, but that he definitely is! The coming of the Saint Heir represents invincible power. Although Xue An is formidable… how could he possibly contend with a god?”
Fan Mengxue swayed slightly and nearly fainted, but Meng Yan quickly supported her.
Then, with a pale face, Fan Mengxue said, “Isn’t there any other way?”
“There is one! That is to notify Xue An right now to run as far as he can!” Karsath said gravely.
Fan Mengxue gave a wry smile, “I know him too well, he definitely won’t run away!”
“Then he’s only going to meet his death!” Karsath sighed helplessly.
Fan Mengxue slowly raised her head, a fierce light flickering in her eyes, and suddenly knelt down, “Master, you once told me that within Dark Witchcraft there is a Dark Forbidden Curse, an extremely powerful spell. Please teach it to me!”
Anastasia’s gaze flickered, then she shook her head and sighed softly, “Meng Xue, is it worth it for a man?”
“Agreed!” Fan Mengxue said calmly.
“But I can tell you now that even if you learn these Dark Forbidden Curses, you still won’t stand a chance against the Son of Light because light is naturally the bane of darkness!”
“I know! But I still want to learn!” Fan Mengxue’s tone remained as calm as ever.
The people in the room looked at each other and then shook their heads helplessly.
“Mengxue, you’re a good kid, but this isn’t something you can control by yourself!”
“I know, but I still want to learn!” Fan Mengxue repeated mechanically, like a broken record.
Anastasia finally nodded with difficulty, “Fine! I can teach you, but you must understand, it realistically won’t have any effect!”
Fan Mengxue silently kowtowed and didn’t speak.
Just as Fan Mengxue began to frantically practice Dark Forbidden Curses.
The news of the Saint Heir’s arrival spread throughout Europe and the entire world at a terrifying pace, like a hurricane.
Countless forces that had been eager to move instantly changed their stance, reverting to utmost respect.
Those small forces that had taken advantage of the chaos were so frightened that they fled in the middle of the night.
Even those forces that had always been friendly with the Church of Light were now as silent as cicadas in winter and trembling with fear.
It could be said that the whole of Europe was prostrate before the Son of Light, trembling uncontrollably.
At the same time, everyone’s attitude towards Xue An changed completely.
If previously some really believed that Xue An might be able to destroy the Church of Light, now none held any hope of that.
Some even thought that the most sensible thing for Xue An to do after hearing the news was to run away immediately.
Otherwise, he was simply courting death!
Yet faced with these doubts, Xue An just smiled indifferently, showing no concern, and continued to take An Yan on sightseeing trips while resolutely heading towards the Holy Nation of Light.
Just when the atmosphere had fallen into a weird and terrifying silence.
At Blood Mountain.
In the council of the Blood Clan that had already been slaughtered by Xue An, space suddenly fluctuated violently, and a surge of towering blood-red light burst forth, making the entire Blood Mountain tremble under its might.
Then, a foot stepped out of the spatial rift, touching down upon the ground.
This person’s face was extremely sinister, with eyes filled entirely with eerie, crimson blood light.
Behind him, a pair of huge, translucent wings.
The man stood in the midst of the Blood Clan council, looked around, and slightly furrowed his brow.
At that moment, more than a dozen individuals emerged from the spatial rift. All of these people, who were either second-generation or first-generation of the Blood Race, had seven or eight pairs of wings on their backs and exuded an incredibly powerful aura.
“Divine Ancestor!”
All the Blood Clan members bowed respectfully to the man.
The Divine Ancestor spoke indifferently: “Where are my children? Why do I not sense their presence?”
After a moment of deadly silence, a second-generation member of the Blood Clan stepped forward and said in a deep voice: “Respected Divine Ancestor, a projection of mine once came to this world not long ago. At that time, there was someone who slaughtered the entire Blood Mountain!”
Boom!
An invisible energy blasted the second-generation member of the Blood Clan far away.
Light golden blood spilled onto the ground.
“Why did you only tell me now?” the Divine Ancestor coldly said.
The second-generation Blood Clan member knelt trembling on the ground, “Divine Ancestor, I did not want to disturb your return, so I did not dare to tell you!”
“Heh heh, the lowly humans dare to slaughter my children? Very well, put the word out. I want to turn this person into a Hellish Blood Slave and let him endure endless suffering forever!” said the Blood Clan with a sinister tone.
“Yes!”