Chapter 72: The Day of Judgment, the Descent of the Gods!

The scene shifts to the moment when Char Adelaide leaves the Abyssal Palace.

Feeling the residual sacred aura within the palace, Octavia, holding the blood vial, shrank her slender shoulders and trembled.

"W-What is that?"

She quickly took a sip of the replicated blood from Char to calm herself, then timidly asked.

During her time in the Abyssal Palace, the pride and aloofness of the vampires had disappeared, completely worn down. In their place was a trembling figure crouching in the corner.

After all, the presence before her was of an incredibly high stature. Even her ancestor, Caius, was not worthy enough to shine this person's shoes.

Agnes glanced at the young vampire girl and then looked away, waving her hand lightly.

Instantly, the residual aura of light within the palace vanished.

Just moments ago, Miss Witch merged a round light sphere into the area near Char's heart and killed him right before Octavia's eyes.

The holy aura contained within that round light sphere was so vast that it caused Octavia, a vampire, to tremble from the depths of her soul. It felt like a suppression originating from a higher plane.

"Hoo..."

Feeling the disappearance of the radiant aura that made her extremely uncomfortable, the young vampire girl breathed a sigh of relief and gratefully glanced at Miss Witch.

Ever since her scapula was pierced by the "Hymn of Light," her wounds had failed to heal. But that light sphere... it exceeded it by a thousandfold and more.

"That is the Great Radiant Core, the power source of the Radiant Goddess before her ascension to divinity. It contains the purest light power in the world," Miss Witch said as she sat back on the sofa, crossing her legs lightly. "And Beatrice, that woman, fears the light the most."

"Caius, as a descendant of the Moon, naturally inherits this fear and suppression."

That is why the sacred power of light can exert a suppression that originates from the soul upon vampires.

Octavia nodded in a daze.

She felt that the topic of gods was becoming too lofty.

"Then... what use does the Great Radiant Core have for Char?"

Agnes glanced at her, seeming to be in a good mood, and gently answered while supporting her delicate chin with her hand. "To receive the blessings of light and attract the attention of the goddess."

"In that case, Beatrice won't dare to act against him easily."

"Who is the goddess?"

"...The Radiant Goddess, Paniyara."

Miss Witch's gaze drifted somewhat as she looked toward the upper part of the hall, seemingly penetrating all obstacles and gazing at the sun in the sky.

.....

"What is that...?"

At the moment when the pillar of light that connected the Faith Column and the summoning of the Holy Flame of Judgment was about to occur, Nidro, the Grand Inquisitor, lost all contact with the Faith Column.

The light was simply too dazzling; even as a high-ranking member of the Radiant Church, it was difficult for him to look directly at it.

He shielded his eyes with his hand, leaving residual spots of light on his retina as if they had been scorched by the sun.

That sense of domination and transcendence originating from the soul made him come up with an incredible speculation.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Char in front of the Faith Column.

At this moment, Char's black short hair fluttered in the wind, exuding a faint golden radiance from his athletic and slender body.

His heart burned hot and strong, as if a sun had pierced through his chest, beating intensely and bringing forth a subtle rhythm.

A vast divine might spread out from the pillar of light!

At the same time, at the center of the Faith Column, the silhouette representing the goddess emitted the same radiance, outlining a figure and the sacred mark unique to the Goddess of Light.

Then, the golden mark and the figure bathed in golden light intertwined with the Great Radiant Core in Char's chest, emitting harmonious vibrations of the same frequency.

Under the witness of Nidro, as well as the high-ranking members of the Radiant Church accompanying him, the mark transformed into a soft golden light and slowly drifted out of the Faith Column.

Char seemed to sense something and a power lifted him up, slowly floating upwards until he was level with the mark.

The soft golden light gently trembled twice, and then, in front of everyone's eyes, gradually took the form of a somewhat blurry human figure.

That figure bore a striking resemblance to the sacred and compassionate figure depicted in the reliefs.

The appearance of the woman was not clear, but everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but feel a sense of her smiling at them.

It was a feeling of being enveloped in a warm and comforting aura.

This included Nidro, Mevis, Rod, and other powerful figures.

They all stared at the scene before them, and upon realizing something, their hearts and lungs seemed to stop.

"Goddess, Your Majesty?" Nidro stared at the figure that transformed from the sphere of light, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Before carrying out today's judgment, he never would have imagined that things would turn into this kind of situation.

Not only did it deviate from its originally planned trajectory, but it also exceeded his control.

This guy shouldn't be a Blood Moon cultist, right?

Nidro staggered back two steps, but his gaze did not waver in the slightest.

Because he was well aware that, although he was reluctant to admit it, perhaps this was the closest he had ever been to a divine revelation in his life.

"It was supposed to be just a heretical trial..."

At this moment, even if Nidro was slow-witted, he was well aware of what was happening before his eyes.

Why did it turn into this?

Only now did he recall the accusation made by Char when he stood before the Faith Column earlier.

Especially the last sentence, where he accused this city.

"Could it be?!"

Nidro instinctively connected this incident with the ancient god's descent two weeks ago.

Then, with widened eyes, he looked at Char in the distance as if he had seen a ghost.

The embodiment of the Goddess of Light floated forward, coming to Char's side.

She quietly gazed at Char, then slowly reached out her hand, gently embracing him as if caressing her own child.

Following that, under Nidro's horrified gaze, the figure formed by the radiant power of light rapidly dissipated and transformed into the sacred mark symbolizing the Goddess of Light, slowly floating above Char's head.

"Give my regards to Agnes."

Before the figure completely dissipated, these words echoed in his ears.

Char slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils shining with majesty and tranquility.

At this moment, Char, suspended in front of the Faith Column like a golden sun, appeared saintly.

Three feet above mortals. (Note: Maybe this is an idiom.)

...

Witnessing this scene before them, the mortals erupted in a commotion.

"No way?"

Among the crowd, Sergei stared blankly at the scene before him.

He instinctively recalled the scene that had happened in the academy's arena.

He had been in a desperate situation.

But that young man's resilient figure always managed to unleash a power that left everyone astonished in moments of crisis.

He had initially thought that these powers were obtained through illicit means such as cult rituals, which was a relief to him.

But before he could exhale a sigh of relief, a slap struck him once again.

Sergei staggered back two steps, bewildered, as he observed the devout believers around him prostrating on the ground, fervently reciting the revered name of the Goddess of Light.

He did not believe in the Light but was a follower of the God of Wisdom.

"It can't be, it can't be..."

Sergei muttered to himself.

...

At the moment when the pillar of light rose, the entire capital, including the millions of people in the lower city, unconsciously looked up, wanting to see that soaring light, but their eyes were scorched by the blazing radiance.

They felt a sense of awe and tremor emanating from their souls.

Just moments ago, many of them had been struggling for survival, sweating to make ends meet for their families.

If they followed their original life trajectory, they might have spent their entire lives in days without a future, losing hope due to burdensome bodies or the pressures of life.

Such circumstances were not uncommon in the lower city and had even become a normalized trend.

Every day, people died continuously, sinking into despair without respite.

Until life wore down their edges and the fervent beliefs in their hearts.

But today, they saw the light.

They couldn't help but recall that there were gods in this world.

"The gods... have descended."

Many devout followers of the Light, upon sensing this power, were moved to tears. They bowed down, kissed the ground, and murmured to themselves.

In the historical records of future generations, human scholars would often highlight this day.

The day of divine descent.

On that day, they witnessed the light.

...

It's so noisy.

When Char regained his senses, he felt a tide-like prayer echoing in his ears.

Instinctively, he covered his head and waved his hand.

Instantly, a gentle and holy power of light descended from the sky, like a gentle rain, slowly pouring into the bodies of all the believers present.

In an instant, all the blessed followers felt their bodies infused with a warm and comforting power.

That power swiftly dissipated the pains within their bodies, making them healthy.

Feeling the changes within their bodies, the followers wept with joy.

At the same time, the prayers resonating in Char's mind diminished slightly.

He regained some energy to contemplate what had just occurred.

Recalling his audacious act of questioning before the Faith Column, he had actually triggered a phenomenon and even received the blessing of the Goddess of Light.

What did the Miss Witch give me, exactly?

Recalling the spherical object that merged into his heart as he left the Abyss Palace, Char felt a headache coming on.

He had thought that causing some phenomenon during the judgment would be enough to prove his position.

But now, it seemed that the commotion was a bit too much.

And before the Goddess of Light departed, Char vaguely heard the words, "Give my regards to Agnes."

Char opened his eyes and gazed at his suspended figure in the air, resembling a charismatic preacher. He sighed.

At this moment, he was bathed in the power of light, appearing majestic and sacred. Above his head floated the divine mark symbolizing the Goddess of Light.

After sensing it a little, he realized that even his strength had greatly increased.

Although Char estimated that this power would soon dissipate, and he would return to his original state, even so, during this brief buff time, he had enough ability to accomplish many things.

Char was not the kind of person to cower or hesitate.

Since the situation had already occurred, he decided to follow the predetermined trajectory and bring this farce to a complete end.

With that in mind, he turned around and looked down at Chief Judge Nidro on the judgment seat, smiling lightly.

"Will you pardon my sins, Your Honor?"

.....

I knew it.

I knew it, you wouldn't deceive me.

At this moment, under the judgment seat, Sally held her hands and tears streamed down her face.

Although her eyes had been burned by an unprecedented power of light, she stubbornly refused to look away, gazing at the slender figure bathed in the power of light, choked with emotion.

At the same time, the heavy stone in her heart fell with a thud.

How wonderful.

Sally cried while smiling.

"Do you pardon my sins, Your Honor?"

Under Sally's gaze, Char, who hovered in the air like a saint, calmly questioned.

Chief Judge Nidro staggered backward, then stumbled and knelt on the ground.

He remained silent for a long time, then lowered his head and said in an extremely humble tone, "All of this is my fault, Your Highness."

After receiving the blessing and favor of the Goddess of Light in front of everyone's eyes, Char was undoubtedly qualified to be called a holy son.

Without exaggeration, after such an event today, a faction loyal to the Goddess and loyal to Char would emerge within the intricate power structure of the Church.

They all understood what it meant for the Goddess of Light, who had never bestowed a miracle for thousands of years, to take action.

Not pursuing the negligence and slander of Chief Judge Nidro and others was already a stroke of great luck.

"After this, I will resign from the position of Chief Judge and become a penitent, spreading the faith of light to the Northern Kingdom to temper my mind and eliminate distractions."

Before Char could speak, he proposed his own punishment.

Char nodded. "Very well."

Then, to Sally's astonished gaze, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of the girl in the purple dress.

"Crying?"

Looking at the somewhat slender and enchanting girl before him, Char smiled slightly and reached out to gently wipe away her tears.

"No."

Seemingly unwilling to be seen by Char in a teary-eyed state, Sally turned her head and said, pretending to be sulky.

Estimating the power of light within his body and knowing that there were still many things to do, Char didn't delay.

He lightly embraced Sally, then recited, "May the power of light always protect you."

In an instant, a golden sacred mark slowly traced across Sally's forehead.

A warm and comforting power baptized her, making her even more transparent and flawless. Even her previously stagnant state experienced significant advancement in this moment.

"You..."

Sally, bathed in the power of light, was somewhat dazed.

She hadn't expected that this guy would come to her in front of everyone just to bestow a blessing upon her.

This inadvertently made her, who considered herself a bad girl, feel a bit pleasantly surprised.

Feeling the countless eyes around filled with envy and jealousy, Sally blushed.

This... This guy, why is he so good at flirting?

Oh no, I'm starting to want to kiss him again. What should I do?

Sally subconsciously recalled the scene that happened at the ball that night.

"If you have something to say, say it later."

Char smiled, gave Sally's hand a squeeze, unaware that his action had stirred the girl's heartstrings.

His reason for this action is very pure.

As the ancient god incident is gradually unraveled by various forces, the Count Violet will eventually be used as a scapegoat.

At that time, as his daughter, Sally will also become very dangerous.

But Char's actions directly told everyone who witnessed this situation that she is a girl blessed by the light, and none of you can touch her!

After completing all of this, Char's figure flickered again and then soared into the sky, with the power of light around him becoming even more pure and intense.

He hung at the highest point of the capital city, like a small golden sun.

At this moment, countless prayers from the followers of the light drowned Char.

He calmly looked down upon all beings, as if he could see all the suffering in the world.

At this moment, he was the representative of the divine.

So, Char's calm voice echoed in the sky of the city.

"I said, I don't blame you, I have mercy on you because since your birth, you haven't had the power to choose."

He waved his hand gently.

Instantly, the power of light emanating from him turned into a golden drizzle, instantly encompassing the entire lower district of the capital city!

That was where the prayers were the strongest, and it was also the place that Char sympathized with the most after experiencing it personally.

Feeling the continuous gratitude from the followers of the light, Char sighed.

Then, he cast his gaze to a certain spot in the void.

There was still some remaining power of the blessing from the Goddess of Light.

Next, it was time to settle old scores.

...

"Damn!"

Mevis hurriedly shuttled through the void, trying to quickly escape from the capital city, away from the place that terrified her.

Why!

Why would a member of the Red Moon cult, an evil cult, also receive the favor of the Goddess of Light?

Are those deities blind?!

Thinking of the power she and the organization had pursued for so many years, now easily obtained by Char, Mevis felt an intense jealousy.

But at this moment, she only had one way to survive, which was to escape.

Because she knew very well that there was an irreconcilable hatred between her and Char.

As long as she escaped from the Hiren Domain...

Feeling the increasing distance between her and the capital city, Mevis felt a sense of relief.

"It seems that it's not a power that can be used for a long time. In that case, I still have a chance."

After shuttling through the void once again, Mevis paused over a forest and took a breath, saying.

At this moment, she was already quite exhausted.

Even as a mage, after traveling through almost half of the empire's territory in a short period of time, she felt tired.

But just then, a voice that made her hair stand on end lightly sounded in her ear.

"I will kill you, it's enough."