142: The Pope of Light!

The Abyss Army led by the Demon Dragon was currently clashing with the Light Church. Faced with the endless Abyss Army, the outnumbered protecting knights remained as steady as a mountain.

The knights were stationed around the cathedral, forming a light shield formation, firmly guarding all entrances and exits.

With the blessing of divine spells, they feared no harm; even if injured by demons, the monks and priests behind them would immediately cast healing spells to treat their wounds.

At the archway of the cathedral, the Light Church's most elite forces were gathered, with the Cardinal Bishop and the Temple Knight Order Leader observing the battle among them.

Both of them were veteran demigod powerhouses of the Light Church, second only in strength to the Pope.

The Temple Knight Order Leader gripped his Dawn Greatsword. He glanced at the Cardinal Bishop beside him and said in a deep voice,

"Those teleportation gates have been continuously sending out demons. If we don't stop them, I'm afraid the entire Temple will be submerged in a sea of demons."

The Cardinal Bishop looked at the Demon Dragon among the demon horde and shook his head, saying,

"Don't act rashly. Just hold the line for now."

Some Great Demons attempted to infiltrate the monk formation, but whether they tried to Enter the Shadows or burrow underground, they couldn't penetrate the area illuminated by holy light.

The Archbishop watched this scene, frowning deeply, and said to the Demon Dragon,

"Lord Demon Dragon, we must win quickly. The Light Church's power is immense, and if reinforcements from Light Churches in various regions and the Holy Empire's regular army arrive, it will be even harder to break through this Church headquarters."

The Demon Dragon nodded upon hearing this, intending to act personally. Its Thunder Dragon Head and Wind Dragon Head beside it were unusually quiet at this moment, their eyes burning as they stared at the battlefield.

Flames gathered in the Demon Dragon's mouth, and a "Cinder Breath" shot straight towards the majestic gate of the cathedral.

This dragon breath not only contained terrifying flame energy but also intertwined with the power of strong winds and lightning, making its might even greater.

Facing this world-shattering blow, the Cardinal Bishop and the Knight Order Leader looked solemn, not daring to show any negligence.

"Holy Light Protection!"

"Light Slash!"

One attacked and one defended, attempting to withstand this blow.

A dazzling sword light emanated from the Temple Knight Order Leader's sword, directly slashing towards the dragon breath.

The sword light plunged straight into the dragon breath, attempting to break it open, but how could this world-destroying dragon breath be so easily defeated?

The light blade disintegrated inch by inch the moment it touched the dragon breath, and the dragon breath continued to rush towards them without losing speed.

The Knight Order Leader's expression changed slightly, not expecting his full-power strike to be so easily annihilated.

"Light Domain!"

Seeing this, the Cardinal Bishop directly unleashed his domain. Countless holy runes were added to the Holy Light Protection, increasing its power by a third.

And the Knight Order Leader also unleashed his own Light Domain. The two domains overlapped, and the power of light greatly intensified.

The surrounding monks within the domain emitted a soft power of light, integrating their own strength with the domain.

The dragon breath surged directly into the Light Domain, but it slowly dissolved under the illumination of the light.

Ultimately, it failed to break through to the gate and vanished between heaven and earth.

Although they had withstood the attack, the Cardinal Bishop's expression had not recovered. He took a deep look at the Demon Dragon, his heart filled with apprehension.

If it weren't for combining everyone's strength to strengthen the domain, he alone would likely not have been able to withstand that move.

Seeing that his move had no effect, the Demon Dragon no longer held back. Chaotic energy overflowed from its body, then condensed into a surging tide.

The "Chaos Tide," imbued with the law of chaos, surged towards the Light Domain.

Wherever the tide reached, the Light Domain collapsed and dissipated layer by layer, transforming into the most primordial chaotic energy.

"Not good!"

The Cardinal Bishop's face changed drastically. This tide was too terrifying; it could actually destroy the Light Domain!

Seeing the tide about to sweep over, the Holy Artifact "Holy Scripture of Light" in the Cardinal Bishop's hand shone brightly.

A phantom angel holding a Holy Flame Sword flew out from the scripture, blocking the Chaos Tide.

The angel sang a holy hymn, and the Holy Sword in its hand released holy flames, eroding the tide.

Before the two could determine a victor, the Demon Dragon attacked again. Flames, lightning, and strong winds intertwined and coiled, forming a distorted elemental orb.

The elemental orb heavily struck the angel's phantom, causing a violent explosion.

The angel's phantom instantly dimmed, and the holy flames emitted by the Holy Sword greatly weakened, unable to resist the tide.

Finally, under the erosion of the tide, the angel's phantom regrettably withdrew.

With nothing to stop it, the Chaos Tide continued to surge towards the gate.

The Light Church followers looked at the unstoppable energy tide, and despair instantly filled their hearts.

At this critical moment, a golden domain spread out from the depths of the cathedral, forcefully pushing out the Cardinal Bishop's Light Domain and enveloping the entire church.

Within the domain was like a miniature divine kingdom. Above the high heavens was a dazzling golden sun, continuously emitting radiance.

And beneath the sun was a majestic holy mountain, upon which stood countless believers singing holy hymns, and at the peak of the holy mountain, angels circled.

"Excellent, it's His Holiness the Pope! We're saved!"

Some knights exclaimed excitedly.

They had absolute trust in the Light Pope.

And this trust was not only theirs; the Cardinal Bishop and the Knight Order Leader also shared this sentiment.

As a Church that had dominated the continent for a thousand years, His Holiness the Pope had always been a stabilizing force, eliminating countless crises for the Church.

Every time he acted, he swept away enemies with the speed of thunder, never failing.

This prestige, established over a millennium, naturally made all believers extremely trusting.

And His Holiness the Pope did not disappoint their expectations. A silver holy spear shot out from the holy mountain, piercing directly towards the Demon Dragon, annihilating all the Chaos Tide in its path.

The Demon Dragon felt the terrifying power of this strike and dared not be negligent, quickly unleashing its own domain.

The Land of Finality appeared before the world for the first time.

This was a bizarre, dark purple world, filled with countless floating fragments of time and space, with no distinction between sky and earth.

The entire domain was constantly appearing and disappearing, regenerating, and everything within it was undefined.

When the Pope's holy spear pierced into the domain, the power of light attached to it was twisted by the domain into the power of sharp metal, and then the spearhead reversed, shooting directly towards the church gate.

"Boom—"

The holy spear plunged into the golden domain without hindrance, fiercely piercing into the monk formation, and then the power of sharp metal suddenly erupted.

"Ah—"

How could the weak monks resist the power of a holy artifact? A large portion of them were annihilated by the power of sharp metal.

"You beast! How dare you!"

A roar of anger came from the holy mountain, and then a majestic figure walked out from the peak of the holy mountain.

This was a solemn and dignified elder, with long silver-white hair flowing down to his waist, exuding a radiant aura of light with every gesture.

He wore a pure white robe embroidered with golden edges, a holy crown adorned with brilliant jewels, and held a gilded staff inscribed with holy words, with several phantom angels circling around him.

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

The surviving Light Church followers all knelt on one knee.