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Chapter 723 Bige's Great Fortune (Sixteen)
The girl tilted her head, a bright smile of innocence and cunning on her face, yet she uttered a soul-searching question that would be incredibly jarring to any true believer.

"You...you!" The female believer's face instantly turned extremely ugly. From her flushed face, it was clear that her blood pressure had soared to a level where she should take antihypertensive medication.

The argument clearly attracted a lot of attention, and some familiar believers wanted to step forward to help, but at that moment, a wisp of something seemed to flash across the girl's body...

"wrong!"

The priest, who had initially planned to use the believer's emotional outburst to teach the girl a lesson, and then step in on behalf of the church to quell the incident and demonstrate the Vatican's benevolent and kind attitude, suddenly changed his expression. White hair and red eyes weren't particularly distinctive, but in that instant, a glimpse of her true nature made him realize that this wasn't some reckless young girl at all, but rather—

"Damn it, vampires!"

The tragedy at the Grand Cathedral of St. Messiah is still fresh in the mind. Now, another vampire has crossed the warning barrier and arrived in the heart of the Grand Cathedral of St. George. The priest instantly came to a terrible conclusion!

"Knights of the Faith! Choir! Holy Guard! At once!"

Before the priest could even disperse the crowd, he let out a piercing, almost ornate scream. In that instant of his true nature being revealed, the knights who had already begun to approach to prevent a serious incident noticed it even a fraction of a second earlier than the priest.

Before the surrounding believers could even react to what was happening, they saw those knights, who had been so friendly and seemed like they were just there to create a good atmosphere, suddenly draw the accessories from their waists. The gleaming metal blades were undoubtedly the real deal!

"A stage play? Improvisation? Or..."

Complex and chaotic thoughts arose in the minds of passersby, travelers, and believers, while the knights' swords were already shrouded in holy light.

Seeing this, the white-haired girl did not take the believer hostage as the clergy had feared. Instead, she took a few steps back with a playful little hop, waved her phone, and as the image of the goddess of light on the screen shone, she put the phone in her pocket and suddenly began to stomp her feet and shake her head wildly, just like a bassist trying to make people realize that she was playing hard.

This bizarre movement completely caught the halfway-charging knight off guard, but relying on his training, he still wielded his longsword and charged forward.

Just as they were less than three meters away from the girl, the crazed vampire girl suddenly shouted:

"Beloved Freudina, I humbly beseech the Goddess of Light to possess me! Ahhhhhhh~~"

"No, is this vampire an idiot?"

The knight, who had already raised his longsword high, almost laughed for a moment, but the next moment, he could no longer laugh.

A pure, warm, and holy radiance erupted from the vampire girl. How could the guardian knight, who had been practicing the divine arts of light since he could remember, not recognize that it was the power possessed by the divine grace of light!

"How can it be!"

A sense of confusion arose in his heart, and the knight's sword slowed down. The vampire girl extended a finger, and the power of "Holy Light Protection" blocked the blade. Then, amidst the stunned and bewildered gazes of the church members, the girl winked playfully:

"My goddess will really answer if I call her name!"

"This...this is impossible! It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!" The guardian knight was horrified. He no longer cared about the ordinary people present. His longsword, enveloped in a dense holy light, slammed down towards the girl with a hint of fear.

However, the holy light vanished! The light elements wrapped around the sword's edge, along with that sliver of divine grace, were enveloped and transformed by a more vast, co-originating divine power. When the sword fell, it could only strike the defense constructed by extraordinary power with its pure metal blade.

duang!

The force of the recoil made his wrist numb, but the knight-errant paid no attention to the broken blade of his sword or the split in his hand, for the wound in his heart was far deeper than the physical pain!
"How could a dark creature... possibly wield such pure light power?! And... even counter my divine magic?!" The knight's faith was greatly shaken, and this shock extended far beyond just the knight.

The bishop, who was already prepared to use divine magic to hypnotize ordinary people, saw this scene and even lost his balance and fell to the ground. While still in the fallen position, he unhesitatingly squeezed out the divine grace he had accumulated over the years.

The bright and pure light was like a giant sword falling from the sky; even if ordinary Night Clan members were only grazed by it, they would instantly evaporate.

However, faced with an attack powerful enough to obliterate an ordinary vampire, the girl simply raised her scissor hands to her eyes and blinked. The holy light then acted like a stage effect, making her appear even more pure.

"This is impossible!"

The believers' faith suffered an unprecedented blow. A vampire possessed divine grace that far surpassed theirs. If an ordinary person saw this scene, they could conjure up thoughts like "it just looks the same, but the essence is different" to hypnotize themselves. But it was precisely because they were true believers and had truly experienced divine grace that they clearly understood that the power emanating from the other person was undoubtedly the divine grace of the God of Light!
But if the other party's Goddess of Light costume can really bestow divine grace, or even have a divine presence at their beck and call, then what is the God of Light they worship? What are the precepts they have upheld, the laws they have followed, and the scriptures they have memorized all these years?
Gazing at the vampire girl bathed in holy light, the followers collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with endless bewilderment, fear, and... the despair of their collapsing faith.

"Why...why...does the light...favor the darkness..."

Such questions were not limited to St. George's Cathedral, because at the same time, similar things were happening in almost all the important churches of the Holy See.

Outside the church, vampires who had mastered the "divine descent" technique performed miracles, using the divine power bestowed by the Goddess of Light to challenge the Church's unwavering faith, which was supposed to be solidified by the existence of a deity.

News of the Divine Grace Blood Clan spread like a plague within the Vatican, and the "divinity" gained from the existence of the True God was now undergoing a tremendous test.

Upon learning this news, the Pope, despite his weakened state due to the series of blows, forced himself to walk into the core area of ​​the St. Messiah Cathedral, which had been cleared out earlier.

He knelt in the temple, which reeked of an unbearable stench, and began this especially solemn prayer according to the most formal ritual. In order to get a reply as soon as possible, he even poured all the remaining divine grace into the ritual.

A divine light pierced the sky from the top of the Holy Messiah Cathedral, and as the faint connection gradually became clearer, a figure in a long robe with wings on its back appeared before the Pope.

"Great angel, the vampires are eroding the very foundation of our faith. We beseech the omnipotent God to unleash your power and punish them..."

"I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do about this." The angel, who always appeared with a serious and calm demeanor, revealed a human-like expression this time, which startled the Pope. He even began to suspect that someone was impersonating an angel, but the angel's aura, unchanged from before, still prompted him to ask the most pressing question—

"why?"

Upon hearing the Pope's words, the angel's head, formed of light, showed a helpless expression, and sighed before saying:

"It's good enough if we can maintain the status quo. After all, we're just riding on the coattails of the Yahweh pantheon, while they actually have a God above them!"

(End of this chapter)