Chapter 95 God of Light and the Holy See
The Bright Holy See, the church with the most followers and the largest sphere of influence on the Noah Continent, worships a truly existing deity.
A great God of Light of the good alignment.
Even compared to all the other lofty gods, He stands out as one of the most powerful, possessing immense divine power.
He is kind, He is merciful, He is compassionate, He brings the power of light to the world, resisting all evil.
Besides God of Light, He has other titles.
God of Sun and Summer, Guardian of Time, God of Agriculture and Harvest... His followers are mostly humans, making Him the most widely worshipped deity among mortals. His priests are welcomed everywhere, from the poor to the royal family, all have His followers.
The sun, light, healing, strength... these are His functions and authorities.
His holy emblem is a burning sun.
His followers are spread across every country.
Even those who do not believe in God of Light still hold great respect for this great and merciful deity, and only the forces of evil living in dark shadows despise Him.
Because God of Light never hesitates to unleash His wrath and power, He uses His divine might to deter evil and inspire those who are good and just.
In the southern warring countries, the flames and smoke of war have almost swept over every inch of land.
Only the land where the Church of Light resides remains sacred and intact.
The followers of God of Light, adhering to good intentions, have taken in and aided many people displaced and homeless due to the war, including some military soldiers. Here, under the protection of God of Light, no force dares to harm anyone.
In the core temple of the grand Holy See, the ceiling and surrounding walls are covered with murals depicting stories of God of Light teaching people about goodness and justice, or triumphing over evil.
Bright sunlight pours through the windows on all sides, casting a dreamlike glow in the dazzling white surroundings.
The white-haired, staff-holding Pope sits with his eyes slightly closed, a compassionate expression on his face, seated on the papal throne.
Scenes of war and suffering flash before his eyes, and he sighs deeply, silently praying for the people of the Southern Nations, hoping they too can receive the protection of God of Light and escape the ravages of war soon.
After a long while, the Pope of Light opens his eyes.
"May the light of God of Light shine upon the Earth, cleanse the war, and purify the people."
"May all evil, all darkness disappear from the Earth, and may light prevail forever."
The kind-looking white-haired old man sighs deeply.
Even with legendary strength, as the representative of God of Light, he cannot interfere in the wars between human nations unless there is an evil force at play.
The Pope of Light indeed senses a trace of evil power.
That power originates from the Emo Kingdom, which is being gradually devoured and is slowly falling apart.
The southern wars began due to the decline of the Emo Kingdom, making the Pope of Light even more suspicious of an evil force at work behind the scenes.
But it is not obvious, just a vague suspicion and inference by the Pope of Light.
He is currently staying at the grand Holy See in the Main City of the Emo Kingdom.
From the royal family, the Mage Academy, noble estates, to the most marginalized slums... he had investigated all these places but had never truly discovered the source of the evil power.
Therefore, he still could not take action and could only keep a constant watch on the Emo Kingdom to prevent the spread of that unknown evil force.
However, as if sensing the Pope of Light's scrutiny, that trace of evil power hid deeper into the darkness, retreating and ceasing its actions, making it difficult even for him to sense it.
The most he could do at the moment was to open the temple widely, providing treatment or some food and shelter for those suffering in the war.
Now, as usual, the Pope of Light prayed to the Deity, hoping to receive a response from God of Light to guide him in the right direction.
But for wars between humans, unless they affect the entire continent, even if driven by evil forces, God of Light rarely responds.
This is not because He does not care about His tormented followers, but because His gaze is not limited to this world.
The Pope of Light understood this, so while he prayed, he did not actually expect much of a response from the deity.
However, just as the prayer was about to end, an invisible extraordinary power suddenly descended.
The white-haired old man trembled all over and looked up.
In his vision, the tall statue of God of Light was radiating infinite brilliance, its gem-crafted eyes now carrying a divine light full of mysterious wisdom.
The statue, which should have been an inanimate object, came to life, surrounded by a holy aura of light and sanctity.
"God, You have finally heard the prayers of Your humble follower and descended here with Your light."
The Pope of Light was extremely excited, bowing down before the statue of God of Light, his body trembling with emotion.
In his entire career as Pope, this was actually the first time he had received a response from the deity, and not in the form of a dream, but as a more solemn and serious divine manifestation.
The eyes filled with infinite light looked at the prostrate follower, conveying a series of images to him.
A black sun hung in the sky, darkness was its light.
Tentacle-like black mist reached out from the darkness, black crows flew and danced, eroding and tearing apart the bright sky inch by inch. Below, the earth was devastated, irrational, grotesque, and terrifying black beasts slaughtered the followers of God of Light, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake...
Seeing this, the white-haired old man's face turned pale, his heart gripped as if by a giant hand.
From that terrifying black sun, he saw the ominous and evil chaos that made even him, a legendary being, feel terrified and almost unable to breathe.
Compared to the dark catastrophe sweeping the entire continent, the wars between the few countries he was worried about were mere child's play.
In the final image, he saw a pitch-black Sun Sculpture, seemingly the origin of all the disasters.
"Yelayan, my loyal follower, my kind child, this world is on the brink of disaster."
"Raise your head and accept my gift."
"Then find it and destroy it, or darkness will engulf the light, and goodness and justice will cease to exist."
The sacred voice, filled with solemn seriousness, fell into the ears of the Pope of Light, Yelayan, dispelling his fear and filling him with peace and warmth.
Yelayan, with a solemn expression, slowly raised his head, stopping his gaze at the feet of the statue of God of Light.
Looking further up would be disrespectful to the deity in Yelayan's heart.
At the same time, ripples suddenly appeared in the space.
Soft light descended from the sky, enveloping a pure white staff, emitting a faint divine glow, and it floated in front of the Pope of Light.
