Chapter 417: Chapter 417: The Evil-Seeking Sword, The Fall of Light (First Update)
The heterodox Chief Judge bowed deeply to Xue An, saying with utmost respect, “Honorable sir, your power is beyond doubt, and I wish to be your follower for all eternity!”
His action caused an uproar within the Church of Light.
The Pope, severely injured yet not dead, roared in fury, “Francis, you bastard, how dare you betray the almighty God!”
The heterodox Chief Judge Francis did not retort, but simply smiled as he twisted the knife handle, and the cursed blade specifically used to slay the Light turned a full circle inside the Pope’s body.
Agonizing pain accompanied by gushing blood soon drained the Pope of his vitality.
Only then did Francis withdraw the blade and took half a step back.
As he pulled out the knife, the Pope fell to the ground with a thud, his face pale and his breath faint, clearly not long for this world.
Even so, the Pope still glared at Francis with anger. If looks could kill, Francis would be riddled with holes.
Francis, however, remained unconcerned, and with a slight smile said, “Betray the Deity? No! I have not betrayed anyone! The God of Light has been defeated, and a defeated god is no longer a god!”
With that, Francis bent respectfully towards Xue An, “Only you… are the supreme Divine being of this world!”
His move shocked all the spectators.
As for the Pope, he had already gone to heaven, succumbing to his grievous injuries and rage.
In the square, there were many middle and lower echelon followers of the Light, who, seeing their most revered God defeated, were already on the verge of collapse.
Now, with the conflict among the higher-ups, even the Pope was murdered.
Many of them completely broke down and drew their knives to end their own lives.
But the remaining few luminaries of the Light seemed to have no intention of dying; instead, they exchanged glances, uncertainty flashing across their faces.
Xue An watched quietly, his face undisturbed, betraying no sign of joy or anger.
Without a word from him, Francis could only continue to bend at the waist.
The atmosphere grew tense.
It was unclear how much time passed, but a layer of cold sweat began to form on Francis’s forehead, then dripped onto the blue stone slabs at his feet.
A cryptic smile appeared on the corner of Xue An’s lips as he spoke faintly, “You wish to revere me as a god?”
Francis inwardly sighed with relief.
He was afraid of Xue An’s silence, but as long as Xue An spoke, there was a way to handle it!
“Yes, my lord!” Francis used fluent Mandarin.
He had secretly been practicing it for some time.
He was a clever man, and clever people never put all their treasures on one side.
“The Church of Light possesses vast estates that are beyond the imagination of mortals, and I wish to manage all this for you, Divine sir,” Francis said in a low voice.
“That sounds quite good, but it seems your colleagues are not so willing!” Xue An said.
Francis looked up with a smile, “No, they will be willing!”
Indeed.
Seeing Xue An’s easing demeanor, the Judgment Chief and the Holy Knights of Light glanced at each other and then stepped forward, bending together, “We also wish to revere you as the new god!”
With the declarations of these few giants, their subordinates, along with the many cardinals, lowered their once proud heads.
“We wish to revere you as god!”
Behind them stood the imposing Cathedral of Holy Light, composing an extremely ironic scene.
Witnessing this, Fan Mengxue was somewhat dumbfounded and murmured, “Is this… even possible? Can the god they worship be swapped so instantly?”
The Titan Giant scoffed in disdain, “Surprised? These vermin of the light have always been so; in the face of enormous interests and life itself, their so-called faith is just a lofty excuse, easily discarded at any time!”
Fan Mengxue fell silent.
Anastasia watched quietly, with a touch of worry flickering in the depths of her eyes.
As someone who had contended with the Church of Light for over a thousand years, she understood these people all too well.
When you are powerful, they will use every means to please you and worship you as a deity.
But the moment you show the slightest sign of weakness, they turn into bloodthirsty sharks, swarming in to tear the flesh from your bones.
Many peerless fighters have not died on the battlefield, but instead meet a humiliating and tragic end amidst the squalid scheming.
I wonder if you… can get through this ordeal?
“That sounds rather nice!” Xue An said as he slowly walked up to Francis, who was standing at the very front.
Without any hesitation, Francis knelt down and gently kissed Xue An’s shoes.
“God…”
He didn’t finish his sentence because a streak of Sword Qi swept by, decapitating him and sending his head flying.
In midair, Francis’s face still held the last traces of shock and confusion, seemingly unable to comprehend why Xue An would kill him.
“What a pity, I don’t like it! Not one bit!” Xue An said indifferently as endless Sword Qi began to rise, targeting all the followers of the Church of Light.
Seeing this, the Holy Knights of Light and others trembled, their faces showing disbelief.
They could not have imagined that someone would refuse a fortune and a Divine Position that were within easy reach.
“God of Light, please don’t…” the Holy Knight shouted.
But all that responded to them was the Sword Qi, falling like rain.
The Judgment Chief summoned a shield of the Power of Light, still hoping to resist, but under the dense Sword Qi, it was engulfed within mere moments.
Compared to the others, this Holy Knight lasted the longest.
The Power of Light formed a thick armor, warding off the Sword Qi and charging with incredible speed towards the edge of the square.
He was fast!
Once he broke through this wall, he had a good chance of making it out alive!
The Holy Knight of Light was jubilant in his heart.
Suddenly,
he felt himself becoming incredibly light, his vision leaping high, even high enough to see the top of the church.
What’s happening?
As he wondered in confusion, he somersaulted and saw a headless corpse standing on the ground below.
That body looked strangely familiar!
With that thought, the Holy Knight of Light plunged into eternal darkness.
The Sword Qi rose again.
The sacred square was littered with corpses; almost all the followers of the Church of Light were dead.
The blood had dyed the ground red.
Only a few people stood trembling in place, their faces pale as ghosts.
The weapon Xue An had just used was the Evil-Seeking Sword.
If you committed a sin deserving death, then the Sword Qi would cut you down without hesitation.
Naturally, those who did not die were not those who had committed grave sins.
But looking at those few survivors,
Xue An sighed softly, “So-called Light, that’s all there is to it! Go ahead!”
With Xue An’s word to proceed, the Sword Qi formed an invincible torrent that rushed towards buildings that appeared exquisite but were filled with filth on the inside.
Every building crumbled in the wake of the Sword Qi.
In but a moment, the Holy Nation of Light was razed to the ground.
And thus, the Church of Light became history!