Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 610 The Eve of Dramatic Change

How could this happen? What happened to Isaiah's Knights at the Northern Monastery?
Ismael found it unbelievable. Five hundred bloodline knights with divine powers, including dozens of high-ranking ones, and even assisted by combat priests who had practiced the art of light healing, should not have ended up being completely wiped out even if they encountered evil orcs and demon soldiers whose numbers far exceeded theirs by several times.

Isaiah himself, before he was officially promoted to the Knight Commander of the Flame Heart Knights, was a battle-hardened Knight of Judgment who had been stationed in Blackrock City for more than ten years. He was also the most outstanding and capable subordinate of Chief Judge Felipe, and had a glorious record of single-handedly killing a high-ranking priest of the demon race.

It must have been a sudden attack, catching them off guard... Could it be that within the isolated northern monastery outside the Holy City, a traitor has emerged, one who has abandoned the gods and fallen into depravity? Is he secretly colluding with those nefarious spellcasters...

Although the whole incident was filled with unusual weirdness, the cardinal suppressed his doubts and joined forces with Bamoa, who still maintained a peaceful relationship on the surface, to decisively block the news of the attack on the Flame Heart Knights to prevent a complete conflict between the two factions that were already on the verge of splitting.

When they arrived at the Cathedral of Divine Grace, Chief Judge Felipe was already waiting at the door. Bishop Rivera rejected his request to check on and accompany the injured, and drove everyone outside the prayer room to wait, allowing only the remaining two cardinals to enter for consultation.

There were only two secret praying people assisting Rivera in the prayer room. Among the eight seriously injured bloodline knights, five were already lying on stretchers, covered with white cloths representing returning to the embrace of the gods. Isaiah, with his eyes closed and in a deep coma, was still receiving holy light treatment. Both legs were broken below the knees. Although the wounds were bandaged properly, the continuous seepage of bright red blood showed that Rivera's treatment had not had a good healing effect.

"Holy healing is nearly ineffective on the Judge's severed limb..." Rivera, who rarely spoke, suddenly spoke with a slightly hoarse voice. "I discovered a black toxin in the blood oozing from his wounds that appears to possess vitality. This unknown substance is constantly eroding and contaminating his divine bloodline power, continuously destroying its once vibrant vitality."

After saying this, he ordered a secret praying man to remove the gauze from Isaiah's severed limb and show the bloody wound mixed with red and black to the two men.

"The black poison is only a threat to priests and judges who possess the power of radiance. It is completely ineffective against those who pray without any extraordinary powers..."

Bamoa frowned and asked, "So... it's very likely that the caster developed a magical toxin specifically targeting us?"

Rivera slowly shook his head, chuckling self-deprecatingly, and said, "You and I all know very well that divine arts and magic are of the same origin... How could a spellcaster create something that could destroy itself and dare to allow it to be openly displayed before the world?"

"Perhaps there are some madmen among them, completely blinded by hatred and dissent..."

Bamoa knew that this was just a forced excuse and it was essentially impossible to happen... Neither the High Council of the Seven Wizarding Nations nor the Spellcasters' Union would allow such signs of self-destruction to appear.

Ismail sighed, took out a palm-sized gold box inlaid with precious gems from his arms, took out a round pill from it, and handed it carefully to Rivera.

"Seeds of rebirth? Your Majesty has handed over the only two seeds of rebirth refined in recent years to you?" Bamoa said in surprise with his eyes wide open.

Ismael waved his hand and didn't intend to say anything more. Rivera immediately understood and leaned over to stuff the pill into Isaiah's mouth.

Soon, the judge, whose face was as pale as a corpse, slowly uttered a low moan. His slightly heaving chest suddenly swelled, and a long sigh, accompanied by a strange gurgling sound from his stomach, escaped from his throat. Then, with difficulty, he opened his eyes. His gray eyes seemed to immediately focus, fixed on Ismael, who was closest to his bed.

The cardinal carefully helped him up and asked directly, "What happened to Yanxin at the Northern Monastery? What enemy did you encounter?"

Isaiah gasped twice, and a ball of pink blood foam quickly flowed from the corner of his mouth. He struggled and growled, "Let me... let me see His Holiness the Pope! Take me to the Saint's Gap!"

"Tell us the truth first!" Ismael squeezed the man's shoulders and demanded coldly, "Your Majesty is in deep confinement in prayer. All affairs of the Holy City are now in the hands of the three of us. I have the right to demand that you report directly to me!"

Isaiah gradually regained consciousness under the effects of the drug. He looked up at Bamoya standing before him and saw him nod with a gloomy expression. He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, "It's the devil... the calamity devil from the north as prophesied by divine revelation. They've occupied the northern monastery parish at the foot of the Divine Spine Mountains, turning it into a terrifying hell on earth..."

Devil? Prophecy is just a revelation in the scriptures to believers...

Ismael's heart sank, and he trembled as he said, "Northern barbarians! They are the northern barbarians who are currently wreaking havoc in Isengard!"

They also crossed the Divine Spine Mountains and headed south to invade the human territory. Goris, located in the central southern border, and the Northern Monastery adjacent to the Divine Spine Mountains were naturally one of their targets!

But it happened too quickly... Could it be that Emperor Saint Valen, who moved his capital to the northern border, failed to successfully stop their attack?
Feeling confused, he subconsciously looked up at Bamoa, then slowly turned his gaze to Rivera with a serious expression, and found that his two colleagues were also stunned on the spot.

Five hundred Bloodline Knights of the Inquisition Army, and nearly a thousand elite soldiers of Flame Heart and Dark Sun who were dispatched in advance... were unable to even put up any resistance against the aliens. Only the Chief Judge himself escaped with serious injuries.

Once this news spreads, the Holy City will probably fall into turmoil immediately. How will the believers who have always had faith in the Holy See view them?

In the past, whether fighting against evil spellcasters or traveling to Blackrock City to battle demons, the Knights of the Inquisition have always appeared before their followers as brave, fearless, and invincible. Even though the Divine Punishment Faction has suffered frequent setbacks in the Saint Valen area in recent years... thanks to the strict news blockade, the suspicion and discussion caused by the failures were quickly quelled.

"We still have three knightly orders stationed in the holy city. We are not completely powerless to resist..." Rivera thought for a moment and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty.

Ismail nodded, "But we still need to report this matter to His Majesty... If necessary, His Majesty should consider sending his Holy Prayer Guards into action. That should be the key to our victory."

(End of this chapter)