What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 314. Orbital Constellation Garden

David City.

The Holy Flame Knights, belonging to the Papacy, are stationed here. Each of them wears armor engraved with golden and red flames; they are the true violent force of the Papacy.

The holy flame will purify everything; this is not just a saying.

In the past, they relied on these divinely bestowed flames to purify countless heretics, including armies of orcs, humans who refused to accept divine grace, and even members of other churches.

Their faith is in the sacred flame; they firmly believe it is the purest flame in the world, enough to burn away the filth of the world.

But today they encountered a flame more terrifying than the holy flames of the Father of Light's wrath—a meteor shower falling from the sky.

At first, countless beams of light pierced the hazy, gloomy sky, and one lotus seed after another struck the divine shield of David City.

It was beautiful. Many people looked up at the falling starlight, thinking it was some kind of unusual astronomical phenomenon.

Logically speaking, this divine shield is a gift from the Father of Light, and it should be impossible to break through it, not even by a meteor shower.

They watched the shooting star fall with an attitude of appreciation.

But as the lotus seeds fell, bright and dark flames adhered directly to the shield of divine grace, burning slowly and steadily, the two different colors swaying and seemingly forming a gray hue.

A chilling shade of gray.

They immediately sensed something was wrong. A sharp horn sounded, and everyone quickly assembled to deal with the attack that seemed to come from nowhere.

The vice-captain of the Holy Flame Knights was drenched in sweat; she couldn't communicate with the outside world! The flames and falling starlight had even made the spatial suppression unstable.

In other words, they are not only unable to leave the city, but they also cannot request outside help; they can only rely on their own strength to resolve this crisis.

However, this is far from a problem they can solve.

No matter how they used their power, even the holy flames bestowed by the gods, the flames continued to burn steadily, neither growing stronger nor weaker.

The shield of divine grace shattered silently in the hazy flames, and then the flames fell to the ground, onto houses, and even onto people.

Lifelike gray lotuses grew among them.

Each flower blooms in a place where lotuses should never appear, sowing the flame of hope that is about to be replaced by despair.

"ah!!!"

"God!!"

"What kind of heresy is this!"

The knights, priests, and clerics were doing their best to dispel the lotus flames, but their fear and even despair were growing stronger. Hope was gradually extinguished, replaced by profound despair.

The more desperate the situation, the deeper the blackness in these flames becomes.

That power could even withstand the power of Kroa, and could withstand the true radiance of the sun. Of course, the power of the mere Father of Light would be of no use to it.

From the moment those stars fell, the ending was already predetermined.

Time slowly passed, and the entire city of David turned dark, completely covered by the lotus of despair.

From high above, Kroya could only see dark lotus flowers blooming in the now-silent city.

Perhaps some people are still clinging to the idols, but it's only a matter of time before they give up.

"Wow, that's really scary."

Kroya was astonished: "These Holy Flame Knights are quite resolute, one could even say they only have the Father of Light in their hearts, and they have slaughtered countless heretics."

It was actually ignited by these flames of despair.

Its power is far greater than I imagined.

At this moment, the Tower Spirit had obtained the data that Kroa had gathered in Eden over the past two months, and after analysis, it replied:

"Master, you may be overestimating these knights."

"Every member of the Holy Flame Knights is a nobleman from the Holy Kingdom. From birth, they receive daily training from the Holy Kingdom and are given the best resources."

It could be said that they have never experienced the taste of despair.

Other knightly orders might face the despair of fighting to the bitter end, but they, thanks to their family heirlooms and the blessings of the Father of Light, have never encountered such a situation.

They are indeed very powerful, but... their hearts aren't actually that resilient, which is why they were so easily tainted by the flames of the lotus. Perhaps the other city you intend to attack cannot be tainted by the flames of the lotus.

nice.

This guy's abilities are getting stronger and stronger.

Kroya nodded in satisfaction: "Your analytical skills are indeed quite good now. I'll leave the situation of this city to you."

I will grant you access to the constellations; there should be some treasures within. Let your vengeful spirit friends from Eden retrieve them.

After he finished speaking, he focused on summoning the other elf who was eager to try, namely the olive elf.

It was overjoyed to see Kroya summon it, and immediately brought over the olive seedlings, its eyes full of anticipation, waiting for Kroya's command.

The lotus flower itself involves emotions and desires, and can merge with that strange flame, but the olive probably can't.

—That's what Kroya thought, but when he looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds, a thought suddenly came to mind: Could it be that the summoned vengeful spirits are different depending on the attributes of the magical plant?

Once this thought came to him, he couldn't wait to start trying it out. Just like he had done with the lotus flowers before, those olive trees were quickly planted in the outer space where clouds and mist were rising.

Just as he had thought.

About ten minutes later, some red mist suddenly appeared in the clouds. It was the bright red of blood, but mixed with pure white. The red and white intertwined, creating an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The moment they appeared, Kroya knew what they were.

Peaceful souls lost!

They are of the same kind as the previous vengeful spirits, but their only expectation is peace.

How did these strange, vengeful spirits come about?

He couldn't understand the logic behind the formation of these wronged souls, or even whether "peace" and "war" could be considered "emotions," but he still quickly dealt with all of them.

Having dealt with the spirits of hope before, he skillfully used the power of Eden to create a completely peaceful and safe area for them, and then retrieved the ball of red and white flames.

"You must be prepared to harness this power."

After saying this, he began to carve the olive tree.

The changes in olive trees are not as dramatic as those of lotus flowers, but their intertwined branches vaguely form a crown that is half red and half white.

Countless rays of light shot out from the crown, forming the simplest red longsword and white shield. They also traversed the vast sea of ​​clouds and spatial barriers, landing in another city named after a saint.

This time, they were actually going to attack the Golden Lion Knights, a group that had fought countless battles, undergone numerous personnel changes, and possessed an extremely steadfast will.

When dealing with these people, relying on the flames of emotion is not as effective; a real, physical fight is more suitable.

Thus, the sword of war and the shield of peace danced lightly, yet were as ruthless as the most powerful warriors, eliminating all knights, priests, and clerics who might pose a danger.

Their fate was also sealed; those who start wars will ultimately be consumed by them.

"That's really impressive."

Kroa was increasingly satisfied. He glanced at the lotus and olive tree that were displaying their power and decided to strike while the iron was hot and finish off the remaining magical plants that could bear the power of the constellations in one go.

Actually, there aren't many. Besides lotus and olive, the only other things that can take root in the void are gopher wood, air coral, and... thirsty sea glow algae.

The sunflower didn't come; it seems there's something important that's missing.

What surprised Kroa the most was the thirsty sea glow algae, which could actually grow here, and also in the chaotic sea of ​​clouds formed by magic.

Even just now, he hadn't been that surprised—these little things, which were at most second-tier magical plants, could actually be compared to those near-legendary and legendary level things?

He stroked the pulsating sea-drenched fluorescent algae, "Alright, the cloud sea is also a sea, right? You are the only ones in the entire sea-drenched fluorescent algae family that can grow in the cloud sea."

The crimson, warm-looking algae responded to him, pressing their soft bodies against his palm like dogs seeking comfort and affection.

So he kneaded the soft seaweed, placed it into the sea of ​​clouds, and began to carve it.

When three types of demonic plants were simultaneously imprinted and planted, they attracted entirely different vengeful spirits—

The thirsty sea glow algae attracts strange, slime-like vengeful spirits called "Yearning"; the air coral attracts "gas vengeful spirits" that are not human-shaped at all, just like a wisp of gas; the gopher wood is the most special, attracting birds with golden-green glow on their bodies, called "blissful vengeful spirits".

There were three different kinds of wronged spirits.

The arrival of these vengeful spirits greatly excited the Tower Spirit, but gave Kroya a headache. The names were becoming increasingly difficult to understand, and their structure and magic were becoming increasingly difficult to analyze.

Even with Eden's almost wish-fulfilling help, Kroya still had to expend considerable effort to barely imprint the three flames of different colors and the power of the constellations onto the three magical plants.

Then three more cities where knightly orders about to wage war were stationed were struck by the meteor shower.

The thirsty sea algae brought a terrifying flood, a flood that could truly engulf everything. It was just a simple flood, yet it rendered the knightly order, capable of going toe-to-toe with demons, helpless.

They were helpless in the face of such terrifying power.

The air coral throws one bubble-shaped meteor after another towards the ground, each containing spatial power. Anything that touches it will instantly disappear, as if it has been erased.

Gopher Wood then hurled some elven-shaped birds at the ground. Each of those birds cast different spells, creating a powerful wave of magic.

The magical light enveloped the entire city, and Gopher's terrifying ability to manipulate elements reached its limit at this moment.

The magic that each bird exhaled was almost legendary, and their perfect teamwork only added to that...

It's basically equivalent to a legendary mage casting a spell.

Kroya did not show favoritism; after destroying several cities in the territory of the Church of Light, he also launched a comprehensive attack on the Church of the Earth Mother.

His revenge plan finally ended only after all the magic power of these magical plants was exhausted.

To be honest, this direct, forceful approach to crushing him made him genuinely happy, far more so than resorting to underhanded methods.

Of course, the cities he chose were all garrisons of those notorious knightly orders. With Milfein and his friends providing intelligence to Kroya, there was absolutely no mistake.

After the revenge was temporarily put on hold, he began to set up magic arrays for the magical plants planted in outer space, at least to hide them and make them part of the floating island.

He decided to name this place the Orbital Strike Garden.

With them around, it's much easier for me to do things. Although this incident dealt them a huge blow, judging from the situation of the Church of Light and the Church of the Earth Mother...

It is estimated that they will be even more forceful in carrying out their planned scheme—when do God's servants fear sacrifice, and when do they stop because of evil?

Fortunately, even if they have a strong foundation, they should still reveal some weaknesses, so my plan can continue.

Many people and countries are unwilling to see the Church of Light and the Church of Mother Earth act so recklessly. If they really become more insane, even the gods sitting high on the clouds may have to speak out for the sake of faith in the Lord's plane.

……

Just as Kroya had expected, the Church of the Earth Mother and the Papacy were in complete chaos at this time.

Especially within the Vatican.

The cardinal and saint in charge of pushing the war forward was so enraged by the constant stream of bad news that he nearly died on the spot and went off to serve his god.

He stood before the stained-glass window of the Vatican, with the statue of the Father of Light behind him. The light of God filled the entire room, leaving not a single shadow.

"The Holy Flame Knights, the Golden Lion Knights, the Golden Sword Knights..." The bishop listed four knightly orders that were considered the main fighting legions of the Holy See, then cautiously added, "Completely annihilated."

The saint took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Has the investigation revealed who dared to harm God's servants?"

"……No."

The bishop knelt trembling before the statue, which was neither clearly his own nor that of the Father of Light. "Those magical fluctuations are something we've never seen before. We even went to the mages in Star Town, but we still couldn't find out where they came from."

However, we can be certain... that attack could only be launched by a god or a legendary being, and the location of the attack must be in outer space.

Outer space!

A shadow fell over the face of the saint, who was dressed in white robes.

That place, which is the closest to God's glory, should rightfully be controlled by these faithful servants of God, spreading God's glory in the high sky. But now it is controlled by those despicable sorcerers.

They even had to worry about the attacks that occurred there!

Unfortunately, they were unable to conduct a large-scale search.

The white-robed saint suppressed his raging anger once more and continued to ask, "How many people can launch such an attack against our great Lord?"

"How many people would dare to launch an attack like this?"

This should have been a perfectly normal investigation and inquiry, after all, those capable of launching attacks at the level of gods and legends are few and far between on the entire continent—but the bishop remained silent.

After a few minutes, he carefully considered his answer before replying, "I don't know."

"Hmm?" The sage wasn't angry; instead, he asked curiously, "Shouldn't only a few major powers possess this ability? Why do you say you don't know?"

"Your Holiness," the bishop sighed softly, "our God... has been asleep for too long. The demons that appeared in the northern border of the Kingdom of Norland a few years ago, the followers of Leviathan, are gradually eroding our world."

"Our great Father, the protector of the world, only His light can keep out the evil desires."

There was even a hint of blasphemy in those words, considering this was the sanctuary of the Father of Light, a place where God's gaze was watching.

But neither the saint nor the statue behind him reacted.

The bright light shone on the bishop, as warm as ever, like being in a mother's embrace, yet with the mountain-like security of a father.

The unease and confusion on his face gradually disappeared in the light, as another light comforted him, the source of which was... the saint in the white robe.

The saint's face no longer held the anger it had shown moments before; instead, it wore a holy, compassionate, and merciful smile.

Don't feel lost.

"The Lamb of the Lord..."

"All who wish to rebel against the Lord, and all who attempt to blaspheme the Lord, will kneel in His glory, peel off their own skin and flesh, offer their bones, and ask the Lord for forgiveness."

He reassured the bishop, then ordered, "The goals of those legions will not change. This time, send the Lord's Holy Light Knights."

If the Lord's guidance is correct, those who attacked the Knights were trying to disrupt our original plans and attempt to influence the Lord's great plan.

This is intolerable.

The bishop suddenly realized: "I understand! It's all for the glory of the Lord!"

His face was full of fanaticism, and he immediately ran out.

Only the saint remained standing beneath the statue of the Father of Light, gazing at the statue of God with an uncertain light in his eyes.

If the power of light is always omniscient and omnipotent, how could it tolerate the existence of heretics, how could it be unable to give divine pronouncements, and how could it fall into slumber?

They are God's servants, and all they can do is help God ascend to true greatness, to become a truly great being capable of spreading his glory throughout the entire continent of Zemuria.

The saint bowed slightly towards the statue and said softly:

"We are all your offspring, we are all for you, for the Church of Light."

"You will surely forgive us."

"Yes, you will surely forgive us."

Whether it was the statue that gave the answer or his own heart that provided the answer, this most powerful saint of the Vatican quickly left the sanctuary after his routine prayer.

He announced to the saints waiting outside that he had received an oracle from the Father of Light and heard the voice of God.

"God said..."

"Let light and earth destroy all heretics!"

The saint opened his arms, releasing a radiance that enveloped the entire holy city, seemingly surpassing even the inherent power of light, and everyone was enveloped in His light.

Thus, the holy war began.

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