Throne of Magical Arcana

The holy city of Lance, the Great Hall of Light.

When Philibert arrived here, the remaining members of the College of Cardinals who were able to get away had already arrived. Pope Benedict III was standing on the steps holding a platinum scepter, with a huge and holy cross behind him.

"You are called here today because there is a secret mission entrusted to you, which concerns the glory of the Lord, the survival of the church and your respective futures." Benedict III said solemnly, his slightly cloudy eyes were now dark no waves.

"Holy Avenger" Melmos took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know what task it is that needs more than half of the cardinals to complete it?"

He has not healed from the injury he suffered when Douglas was promoted to god-like, so he is more cautious about the task.

Benedict III did not answer directly, but cast his eyes on the glass windows near the dome of the Great Hall of Light. The dazzling sunlight at noon shone in through the colorful glass, casting colorful dreams on the ground.

"Douglas' promotion to god-like not only gave magicians confidence and allowed them to see the bright future of arcane and magic. As long as this path is not hopeless, it will be difficult to be tempted again, and it has greatly changed the whole world. The current situation has changed the balance of power and changed our estimation of the future." Benedict III repeated the current situation in a low voice, "Whether we want to admit it or not, there is one god-like, four legendary pinnacles, and the number is not comparable. How many legendary powerhouses we have are clearly there, and the Magic Council already has the strength to confront us head-on without falling behind."

"At the same time, we have to face the heresy in the north, the invasion of the great devil Martimus in the endless ocean, and the oppression of the evil god 'Silver Moon' in the dark mountains. The situation is very difficult."

All the members of the Cardinals did not speak, because this is a fact that is clearly in front of them. Although the "Lord of Hell" Martimus and the northern heretics are also objects that the Magic Council must be distracted from, at least the Dark Council, the Elf King The family is now their ally, and their side is almost alone.

This seems to be an inevitable process when every ruling force turns from prosperity to decline, because their previous strength has left a deep impression on other organizations, and they have formed personal enmities that are difficult to resolve with each other, so if there is no Concession and alliance with great courage, it is easy for other forces to reach an agreement to overthrow the original ruling force before fighting each other, just like the ancient magic empire back then!

Benedict III's old and heavy voice echoed in the Great Hall of Light: "Although I uphold the Lord's will, I have told you the method of transforming the initial immortal state, and how to use the power of faith bestowed by the Lord to condense divinity. , you should have gained something over the years, and your strength has been improved, but the development of arcane arts in the past two decades, and the resulting expansion of the strength of the Magic Council, made us have to face up to a problem."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and looked at all the members of the Cardinals present without emotion.

Cardinals such as St. Mary, St. Catti, Philibert, and Estella lowered their heads slightly, as if avoiding the eyes of the Pope. In the past few years, the phenomenon of cults emerging in the church-controlled area is their " credit" included.

Benedict III withdrew his gaze and continued: "Following this trend, before your strength is fundamentally improved, before the number of new peak legends catches up with the current Magic Council, and before new god-level saints are born , The overall strength of the Magic Council will definitely overwhelm us, and we will be divided and defeated step by step, just like the Magic Empire was destroyed by us back then."

"This is not to scare everyone with the worst possibility. You should be very clear that the vast majority of mages in the Magic Council have not really digested the achievements of arcane development in the past two decades. After all, the expansion of strength will lag behind theoretical development by about ten years. , and ten years from now, you will know exactly how strong you can become."

After listening to Benedict III, Cardinal Estella asked suspiciously: "Your Majesty, the comparison of strength and ebb and flow you described is very far-sighted, and you have clearly analyzed our plight, but the situation we are facing now There is one most significant and fundamental difference from the ancient magic empire back then, that is, we have you, the lord’s spokesperson on the ground, the most powerful god-like, while the strongest in the ancient magic empire back then was only the pinnacle of legend.”

"The existence of the god-like is a deterrent and a balance. As long as the god-like is not eliminated, it will be difficult for the power he belongs to to be completely eliminated, because that will make the god-like no longer scruples and destroy the foundation of the enemy. Therefore, god-like beings who can destroy each other's forces are just a guarantee of peace, just like our attack on vampires. I think the Magic Council will definitely take this into consideration. Maybe the current situation of confrontation across the Storm Strait will last forever. It’s just that everyone will gradually eat away other forces that don’t resemble gods.”

Saint Katie also stood up and said: "Estella is right, the god-like who cannot be killed will keep the current situation, and most importantly, you are the strongest god-like under the Pope's crown, Being able to cast the 'God's Arrival' technique, no matter it is 'Silver Moon', 'Lord of Hell', or Douglas, they can't resist it, and this can guarantee the church's status to the greatest extent, preventing them from attacking at will."

"When our strength is improved, we can awaken the 'Lord', and under the light of the true God, all evil will be completely melted away."

He talked about his expectations. As for whether he can awaken the "God of Truth" and in what way, that is another matter.

Benedict III sighed softly: "Gods are not truly immortal. At least I have many hidden dangers. If I can grasp these hidden dangers, even if I can't completely kill me, I can still imprison me like I imprisoned that monster. , and I, who possess the 'God's Arrival Technique', must be the primary target of Douglas, Yinyue, and Martimus, and the possibility of them joining forces is not ruled out. How will we face it then?"

In the Great Hall of Light, there was no member of the College of Cardinals to answer for a while, and the atmosphere became oppressive and frozen. Although the danger was still far away, it seemed that the worst would happen sooner or later based on His Holiness the Pope's analysis.

"Your Majesty, what is the task you want to entrust to us?" Melmoth suddenly broke the silence, "Is it related to the predicament in the future?"

Benedict III slowly raised the platinum scepter, his expression became solemn.

Seeing this, the members of the College of Cardinals immediately knelt down, drew a cross on their chests, and prayed devoutly: "Only the truth will last forever!"

This is the gesture of announcing the "oracle" of the Lord!

"The Lord sent an oracle and told me how to solve the hidden danger." Benedict III's tone was full of "sincere gratitude", "After using the 'container', there will still be negative emotions that cannot be controlled and separated. It is because the power of negative emotions and the power of faith are not equal in the final step of attacking the gods."

Santa Maria frowned subconsciously: "Not equal? ​​They are all non-'real' spiritual powers, how can they be not equal?"

She suddenly came to her senses: "Your Majesty, I am not questioning the Lord, but I hope you can satisfy my ignorance."

"Because the power of faith is behind the 'Paradise Mountain', the projection of the 'Paradise Mountain' will appear when it hits the god-like, and the power of negative emotions will only condense the seven ancient devils. How can they be equivalent to the 'Paradise Mountain'? As a result, the balance was lost and hidden dangers were left." Benedict III explained blankly.

"Then how is it equal?" Filibert asked, which was their biggest concern, because they thought they would get there sooner or later.

Benedict III put down the platinum scepter, nodded lightly and said: "We need more 'ancient devils', and we need them to 'condense' out of the 'ancient hell', and this requires your cooperation. I can't do it on my own. In fact, this is completely in line with the core of our god-like method, which is to gather the strength of the crowd and turn the weak into strong."

For some reason, when they heard Benedict III’s words, Philibert and other members of the College of Cardinals thought of Lucien’s thesis, and what they thought of was the prediction in it—the evolution of weak observers to strong observers!

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" Saint Carty asked. This kind of thing must ask every step clearly. After all, it involves oneself. What if the attempt fails and the "ancient devil" of oneself loses control?

"According to my guess, this kind of 'condensation' will cause corresponding changes in the 'Ancient Hell', and then..." Benedict III explained his arrangements one by one, without any concealment.

After carefully identifying the key points, the members of the College of Cardinals agreed and left the Great Hall of Light to prepare.

When they all disappeared in the Great Hall of Light, Pope Benedict III was still standing there, looking at the door with dim eyes.

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"'Jealous' devil?" Just as Lucien opened his mouth, "Natasha" and "Sylvia" who were entangled on the bed stood up. One stood in front of her with her chest up regardless of being completely naked, and the other cuddled softly and shyly. other side.

"I'm sorry, although you are fine, I still love her." "Natasha" looked at Lucien fearlessly.

The corner of Lucien's mouth twitched, just because of the familiar lines, then he smiled and said, "It's useless. If I don't even have this confidence, how can I deserve to say love? Please change your tricks, jealous of the devil."

While speaking, Lucien was already prepared, because there was likely to be an indulgent devil hiding in the dark, and it would be more dangerous if the two acted together.

"Haha." "Natasha" and "Sylvia" laughed like silver bells at the same time, which was completely different from their own voices, "What a boring man."

Amidst the laughter, their bodies disintegrated, as if they had turned into dust.

Lucien originally thought that the two ancient devils would do something, but he didn't expect to leave so directly.

While turning his eyes, Lucien saw the full-length mirror on the side of the big bed, and his figure was reflected in it. He was wearing a black double-breasted long dress, a top hat and black leather shoes. Not a smile, but a look of disdain.

"Lucien" in the mirror suddenly spoke, and said with a sneer, "Do you know that you are called arrogant now? Because of the legendary peak strength and many powerful and strange magics, you look down on the seven ancient devils, thinking that they cannot Dangerous, you're laughing at their every move to try to influence your emotions."

"Your thinking is the purest form of arrogance. Arrogance is never an emotion, so I was born in your heart to make you face yourself. You will never be able to kill me or defeat me, because I am you!"

Step by step, it came out of the mirror, its black leather shoes stepping on the brown-yellow carpet.