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Chapter 413 Holy Light Will Purify Everything (4.4K views, please subscribe!)
"Damn it!"

In the underground sanctuary, the furious old man roared, "I should have been the one to preside over the ceremony for him!"

"It's me!"

Damn.

There are cows.

There are cows!!!
I put so much effort into preparing, how come someone else got all the credit in the end?
Damn that guy!
Who gave you the right to meddle?!

Upon seeing Herbert enveloped in radiant holy flames, others might have initially thought he was about to be burned, but the archbishop immediately saw through the true nature of the sun god's actions.

baptism.

This was a true baptism personally presided over by the gods.

But it wasn't out of affection, but rather... disdain.

He simply felt that Herbert's physical body was too weak.

The idiot god on the other side is arrogant, but he is indeed a real god and will not be so easy to destroy. We will have to use more of our power.

Since the container's current strength is insufficient, we should enhance its strength so that we can exert more power.

Therefore, after possessing Herbert, the sun god chose to use the radiant holy flame to directly perform a "holy baptism" for him.

This is a good thing, a fantastic thing.

This is an unparalleled glory for any believer in the Sun, and even for pagans, it is a tremendous opportunity.

The sun god is no ordinary deity; His personal intervention alone is enough to shake the entire world.

However, the archbishop is no longer laughing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be happy for Herbert; he wasn't that petty.

Rather, I just can't feel happy.
The holy baptism he had meticulously prepared for Herbert was unexpectedly preempted by someone else!

Tolerable or unbearable!
"No! We can't give up like this!"

The old man was unhappy and felt he had lost face.

He frowned, racking his brains for a way to salvage the situation.

"...With heart? Yes, with heart!"

"He certainly wouldn't put in as much effort as I do!"

The archbishop smiled and scoffed, "I'll give him a second baptism when he returns! No one says a baptism can only be performed once!"

genius.

My idea is truly ingenious!

"However, how can we match His standards?"

Thinking this, the archbishop silently turned his gaze to another thing in the sanctuary.

"..."

A rather strange scene has appeared in the Natural Sanctuary.

Several colorful roses sprouted from the fingertips of the Spring Sprout Goddess, the hair of the Summer Goddess transformed into a blazing fire, the wheat ears on the autumn ear goddess's clothing withered considerably, and the ice crown of the winter goddess was noticeably smaller.

This is a sign of disordered laws.

When the power of the blazing sun changed, nature was affected, and the four seasons were also impacted.

Although it only lasted a short while before returning to calm, the changes were clearly visible.

The power increases in spring and summer, while it weakens in autumn and winter.

“It is the descent of the Sun God; He actually chose to descend in person.” The Goddess of Spring Sprouts spoke softly, her eyes lowered as she admired the flower at her fingertips.

"Hmm." The Moon Goddess nodded gently.

After the reaction was manifested in the goddesses of the four seasons, the moon goddess also underwent a change, and her silver hair became even brighter than before.

As the sun's power increases, the moon also becomes stronger.

"This is... truly unexpected."

The Goddess of Summer hesitated for a moment, glanced at the Goddess of the Moon's expression, and continued, "I thought that based on His previous personality, He wouldn't care about that angel's life or death at all."

The sun god was never a benevolent deity.

He has a large number of followers, but rarely does He personally intervene to save or kill any particular follower.

Because in the eyes of the sun god, sacrifice is a perfectly normal thing on the road to fighting against evil and darkness.

If even the scorching sun cannot treat everyone selflessly, but must rise alone for a particular person, then there is no other kind of fairness in this world.

Therefore, Eberstadt has never acted for any one person—until this day.

He actually descended upon a chosen one of God's people, for his life or death.

“Perhaps, He has changed in some ways? So many years have passed, He should have changed in some ways as well,” the goddess Akiho said uncertainly.

Has the sun god changed?
Will that stubborn, blazing sun really change for someone?

He wasn't quite sure, and no one could give an answer.

"Perhaps, He was only doing it for himself."

The Goddess of Winter spoke up abruptly, and after everyone looked at her in surprise, she said calmly, "Perhaps it's just that lust and that idiot went too far, forcing Her to step in and teach them a lesson."

Ok?
Oh!
"Oh—in that case, that's certainly very possible."

After listening, the goddesses nodded in understanding, realizing that the goddess of winter's words made a lot of sense.

The idea that the sun god became gentler and more human was more convincing to them than that he became softer and more human.

How could that arrogant fellow tolerate others' provocations indefinitely?
Rather, the fact that He has been able to endure until now before taking action is already a significant improvement over the past.

If it were the sun god in his most volatile period in the past, the tense and exciting purge of evil gods would probably have begun the moment lustful desires started to provoke him...

The disaster caused by the scorching sun is never just a matter of the sun god's mistake.

Rather, it is a description of Himself.

The very existence of the sun god in that era was a catastrophe for the entire world.

Of course, during that period, the wicked desires would never dare to surface on their own.

The Moon Goddess did not offer her opinion on the Sun God's reasons for intervening. She shook her head and said softly, "However, whatever his motives may be, it's good that he was able to save that child."

More than the true reason why the sun god intervened, they were actually more concerned about the "angel" who was saved.

Or rather, the lucky one favored by God.

The vast majority of beings in the world admire "brave people".

Even though the Crimson Knight showed disdain for the gods, the gods still praised his courage.

Different stances cannot change their views.

When Herbert was ambushed by the god of assassination, they thought he was going to die. The usually sentimental goddess of spring buds even shed a few tears.

However, before he could even lament, the sun god bestowed divine favor upon Herbert.

At this moment, the goddesses were completely relieved, relieved that a fine "brave warrior" had not sacrificed himself in vain.

A hero is not incapable of sacrifice; anyone can die.

But they should never have died so needlessly at the hands of assassins!

Their fate should never have ended in such a tragic way!

Never mind anything else, as long as they can be saved.

"..."

The Moon Goddess, along with the other goddesses of the four seasons, nodded silently, staring at the image in the crystal, watching the figure being consumed by holy flames.

At this moment, He appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly He felt a slight doubt, thinking uncertainly, "Really? Is that really true?"

"Something feels off to me..."

Although there was no 100% evidence or certainty, based on His familiarity with the sun god, He always felt that the truth might be more complicated than others thought.

"For example, He might have been forced to save that mortal for some reason?"

The moon goddess had barely thought about it when she immediately chuckled at her own idea and shook her head, saying, "Hmm, that seems even more impossible."

"How could He do such a thing! Haha!"

……

Not only were the goddesses in the Sacred Realm of Nature pondering this, but other gods and legendary-level powerhouses watching from this place were also sighing in amazement.

But there was one person who was sweating profusely at that moment.

"...Gu."

The Pope, sitting upright in his chair, was now practically glaring. After Herbert's assassination, he had been about to take action in a fit of rage to seek justice for him.

But he didn't expect that someone would be faster than him.

And this person is actually—the Sun God!

what?
You, you, you...

After realizing who was behind it, Pope Sun was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell!

"Our Lord has descended upon Herbert?!"

As an accomplice, Pope Sun knew the truth better than anyone else, knowing that although Herbert appeared as an "angel," he was not actually a follower of the sun god.

Logically speaking, even if Herbert had died a heroic death, the sun god would never have given this imposter a second glance.

Even if He weren't real, He would still receive the same treatment.

As a result, the god he serves is now treating Herbert exceptionally well!?
why?
What secrets does Herbert hold?
Pope Sunrise felt a long-lost sense of panic, realizing that he had probably made a grave mistake this time.

Herbert was very likely a pawn arranged by the sun god, or even a crucial part of some grand plan.

It's the kind of crucial piece that absolutely cannot be lost...

The problem is, Herbert never said that!

This kid didn't tell me anything!
I do not know!
If I had known he was so important, I definitely wouldn't have let him do such a dangerous thing!

My Lord!

Please, you must believe me!!!

This kid framed me; he tried to do me a disservice!

After frantically praying to the sun god for a while, the Pope of the Sun felt a surge of excitement.

"Ha ha!"

"Our lord is still here!"

"Although He may not be in a good state, He still has his own consciousness!"

This discovery allowed the old man, who had single-handedly supported the church for centuries, to breathe a sigh of relief and feel a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"That's great, you're still here...hehe."

Herbert was completely unaware of the astonishment, suspicion, joy, and sorrow of the outside world.

People's joys and sorrows are not shared, and Herbert now only finds them noisy, and...hot.

It's so hot!
"hiss……"

Under the scorching heat of the holy flames, Herbert squinted and gasped for breath, feeling the cool...scalding heat!

I was already feeling unwell from the heat, and then this inhalation made my throat feel hot as well.

Hiss!

Since acquiring the dragon's legacy and gaining immunity to fire damage, Herbert hadn't felt this burning sensation for a long time.

He felt the heat of the flames for the first time in a long time, as if he were being pushed into the flames and burned.

It even reminded him of a time in his past life when he rushed into a fire and carried a child out. That time was really dangerous, but luckily there was water in the fire hydrant, otherwise he would have almost perished along with the child.

The pain of burning actually proves one thing – the Holy Flame is not a real "flame".

Flame is merely its outward manifestation; its true essence is pure light.

I am being burned by holy light!
With the Sun Goddess controlling his body, Herbert had no need to panic; he simply endured it all quietly.

He felt his physical strength increasing rapidly, no, explosively.

Although his body became shriveled under the scorching holy light, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch, his aura was soaring.

In just a few breaths, he transcended the late stage of Legend and leaped to the peak of Legend!
This feeling even made Herbert feel unreal.

hang!
I'm so done!

I want to report it!

Someone's cheating... Oh, was it me who cheated?
That's fine.

As you know, I've always been a pure green enthusiast!
Herbert tried to ignore the pain of the promotion and simply enjoyed it.

Cool.

Holy light cannot kill me!
At the same time, Herbert also discovered something else—as the light burned away all impurities, it also cleansed his "sins."

Was Herbert pure and innocent?

Herbert's usual answer to this question was—"I think I am."

But in reality, that's not the case.

Even though Herbert was protected by the Oath of Purity, his hands were stained with the blood of others.

Moreover, there are quite a few.

Not many humans died at Herbert's hands, but quite a few monsters did.

As far as the laws of the world are concerned, there is actually no difference between the lives of humans and monsters.

While Herbert was judging others, he was also being judged by the law.

In those killings, he accumulated a number of sins.

But now, that already meager amount of sin has been completely burned away by the holy flames.

It's clean.

Herbert felt that he had completely returned to his original state, pure and innocent, without any sin.

But just when Herbert thought it was all over, the holy flame did not stop burning.

The holy flame suddenly became a hundred times hotter, and Herbert felt something being forcibly ripped out of his soul!
"hiss!"

It wanted to burn away all of Herbert's other "sins" as well.

Those blessings, contracts, and "curses" from dragons, sirens, vampires, and other monsters.

All the imprints of non-human power cried out in despair under the authority of the sun god.

It is about to be destroyed by the power of holy light!

"stop!"

In the critical moment, Herbert suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and roared at the supreme god: "That belongs to me!"

"You have no right to make decisions for me!"

Sin?

Who made that rule?!

Get out!

Faced with the mortals' blunt rebukes, the gods remained silent.

"..."

But in the end, the holy flame did not continue to burn, sparing those blessings that He considered "useless".

Although Albertus wanted to teach Herbert a lesson, He simply couldn't.

Order compels Him to act in accordance with the rules.

Then, the holy flame dissipated.

The "sacred ritual" was performed very quickly, ending in just a few breaths.

But when Herbert reappeared in the public eye, his appearance had changed dramatically.

All injuries were swept away, and his aura expanded several times over.

Golden patterns appeared on the crimson armor, and three pairs of enormous floating wings of light appeared in addition to the blood wings on its back.

The aura emanating from him was incredibly pure, yet simultaneously incredibly explosive, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment.

Herbert's helmet, which he had prepared to conceal his appearance, was burned away, revealing his handsome true face, with pure white hair dancing in the wind.

His eyes had turned completely golden, like golden pupils that would never go out.

Herbert shook his neck, then slowly turned his head to look at the God of Assassination, who was already considering retreating.

He raised his hand towards the hideous god whose smile had frozen, and slowly spoke:

"Holy light will purify everything."

Then, slowly clench your five fingers.

boom!
(End of this chapter)