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

Chapter 343. Heresy within the Divine Kingdom

Through Ivy's contact, Kroya quickly found Milfein, who was in the midst of a fierce battle—this recipient of death and earth, even with the protection of eternal magic and irises, seemed to be the most unfortunate.

When Kroya found him, he was being brutally beaten by a woman in a white robe. The terrifying holy magic was like a storm, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Um?"

"This is... a barrier." As Chloe approached, she could clearly sense that the female holy spirit was consciously isolating her from the fight between her and Mifein.

Therefore, even though Kroa had seen the storm-like holy light, he could not sense any magical fluctuations.

It is truly incredible that a Holy Spirit would conceal a struggle with outsiders within the Kingdom of His own Lord.

Does she have something on her mind?

Because of this curiosity, Kroya didn't use powerful magic right away. Instead, she sneaked in and quietly added a bunch of blessings to Mifein.

"Courage is blessed!"

"Blessed by the Dawn!"

"The Source of the Sun!"

In an instant, a dazzling array of lights, like a lantern festival, shone from Miffy's body. Thanks to these blessings, he reversed his defeat and began to dominate the female Holy Spirit.

Having spent this time traveling around, he has clearly improved his combat experience considerably, and his control over the forces of death and life has become much more adept.

He wielded the scythe with such ferocity that it seemed to tear space apart. The aura of death and life intertwined behind him, and a massive figure clad in black robes appeared in the shadows.

However, what the figure held in his hand did not seem to be a scythe, but... a double trident. The double trident, which shone with black light, exuded a terrifying divine power in his hands that made people tremble.

From the moment He appeared, the surrounding spatial barriers began to become unstable.

It was as if a profound gaze was being cast upon this place, carrying with it the black mist and tranquility of the underworld's eternal slumber.

The owner of that gaze was far superior to the Father of Light.

"!!!" Ivy exclaimed in surprise, "This is the power of Persephone. Why would He suddenly cast His gaze here? Your friend seems to be quite extraordinary."

Kroya was also surprised: "Is this going to turn Milfield into a chosen one of the gods?"

"I remember Persephone was the wife of Hades, the god of the underworld, right?"

Ivy replied, "Yes, He has some connection with the Orpheus family. I suspect He might have sensed something."

For some reason, its voice seemed somewhat embarrassed and cautious, as if it dared not say much about the Orpheus family.

Kroya knew very well what was embarrassing about it: "Orpheus, the ancestor of the Orpheus family, was killed by the men of Dionysus, right?"

Before his death, he had gone to the underworld because his wife seemed to have failed, which saddened him and led to his execution.

But I'm curious, if Orpheus was already dead, how could he have left offspring?

As his level increased by one level, reaching the ninth level of mage, his resistance to the World Veil became much stronger, and he was able to clearly remember some things from the past.

All it took was a trigger, and those memories flooded his mind like a gushing spring—and that was the trigger.

"...Even Helios could resurrect his son with the furnace of the sun, so how could Apollo not be able to?" Ivy sighed softly. "In the world of gods, the boundary between life and death is not so unbreakable. Even Orpheus could move the gods of the underworld with his lyre and bring back his wife Eurydice."

"Wait! You mean Eurydice??" Cloa exclaimed in surprise.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that Ilist's apprentice, the mage who designed the gods, had a woman's name—like a fog suddenly dissipating, the truth behind it all surprised him.

Ivy replied, "A person who has died and been brought back to life."

"It can also be called 'Eurydice'."

Its words gave Chloe goosebumps, a feeling like an instinctive tremor. Chloe didn't feel afraid, but she still felt uncomfortable about it.

So the name "Eurydice"...

He shook the ivy on his wrist, watching its leaves gently brush against each other: "I guess I'll only learn about these things when I enter the Astral Plane? I'm really looking forward to it."

At this moment, the figure swirling around Mifein suddenly looked at him, and hidden beneath the black mist were a pair of clear, serene yet dignified eyes.

"I'm waiting for you."

"And I await him to become my messenger."

Persephone's figure vanished.

However, before He left, He still nailed the Holy Spirit directly to the ground. The powerful Holy Spirit had no ability to resist the trident thrown by the true God.

If He hadn't noticed that Kroa and the others were playing a stealth game, He probably would have already been favored by Mifein. He didn't care about a mere god from another plane.

Kroya then walked over and looked at Miffy with curiosity: "How are you feeling?"

Miffy bent over and took several deep breaths: "I feel good. Just now... it must have been a real god, right? He wanted me to be His messenger."

"That's right, that deity..." Kroya thought for a moment but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the female holy spirit on the ground—the latter was staring at him intently, seemingly not caring at all that she was still being nailed to the ground like a fish.

Her appearance seemed familiar to Chloe... as if she had seen a portrait of her somewhere before.

"Are you outsiders?" the Holy Spirit said with certainty. "You must be powerful outsiders to be able to enter the Kingdom of Light."

Judging from her tone, she doesn't seem very satisfied with Guangming.

The Holy Spirit never directly refers to His Lord as "Light." Generally, He is called "Great Father" or "Lord of Light," and so on.

The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend, but he is someone I can communicate with. So Kroya smiled brightly, and her charm, which was like a permanent charisma, was instantly emanating from her.

Coupled with his divine Apollo attire, he was even more radiant than the sun in the sky.

"..."

The female holy spirit was slightly taken aback, her face turning a little red.

With great willpower, she managed to tear her gaze away from Chloe's alluring face and introduced herself: "I am Annie, the Holy Maiden of Light from three hundred years ago."

"Now...has the light changed?"

"I can feel that His holy light is filled with too many impurities. I can no longer understand what the Holy Spirits who come here are talking about. It's as if they have turned away from the doctrine of light, yet they are receiving more and more favor."

Saint Annie gazed at the sky, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Oh? Kroya and Mifein exchanged a glance. The latter went to Yani and told the saintess everything that had happened during this time, stating the facts without any bias.

However, even from an objective perspective, what the Church of Light did during this period was still terrifying—they sacrificed believers, exploited the common people, sold indulgences on a large scale, and destroyed city after city in the name of light with holy fire.

The more they lose the war, the more frantic they become.

When Yani heard these things, she clenched her fists tightly, her face filled with anger: "They really are exploiting the power of light... No wonder my Lord opened up such a world for us."

He must have already realized that he was being drawn into the world of faith.

Seemingly having made up her mind, she awkwardly pointed to the trident on her body: "Could you pull it off? I'll take you to a place where all of us Holy Spirits are staying."

Kroya and Mifein exchanged a glance, seeing curiosity in each other's eyes. Mifein then readily drew his trident and took it in his hand.

Then Yani led the two towards a small village. When they reached a well, she jumped down into it, and the two, confident that they had a way out, boldly followed her.

After a brief feeling of weightlessness, they fell from the sky—this seemed to be an abnormal little world; they had entered through a well, yet they had fallen from the sky.

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After landing and getting used to it, Kroya looked around and saw simple thatched huts and fences made of branches, with some normal vegetables growing inside.

This place lacks the "brilliance" of the Kingdom of Light; it's as tranquil as a secluded village hidden deep in the mountains—ordinary yet comforting.

"Yani".

"Who are these two people...?"

An old man in a white robe with a waist-length beard suddenly appeared, his cloudy eyes filled with the wisdom that comes with the passage of time.

Although his appearance was unremarkable, Kroya and Mifein quickly recognized him—this was the pope chosen by the seven gods four hundred years ago!

Yani quickly introduced, "Your Holiness, these are from outside the Kingdom of God... They told me some things."

As she said this, her expression turned serious: "I think we need to have a meeting. This concerns our Lord, our Father, our... future."

The old man, the Pope, twitched a muscle in his face: "I know what you want to say."

"I know what our answer will be. There's no need for a meeting; I'll inform them."

The old man displayed a resolute courage, and in that instant, one could almost see the decisiveness of the Pope when the Papacy was at its most powerful hundreds of years ago.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Kroya and Mifein: "My two guests, you should know that I am Pope Saint Nisoria from four hundred years ago."

I now sincerely invite you to help us break down the gates of the Temple of Light.

We are going to see our Lord, hoping He is still conscious.

Well, actually, both Chloe and Milfin had anticipated this situation—both the saint and the pope were known for their very gentle yet wise character in the history of the Vatican.

During her lifetime, Saintess Yani signed a trade agreement with the Elven race and planned and designed the construction of what is now the most important grain-producing area of ​​the Holy See and the canal that flows through the entire Holy Kingdom.

During those hundred-plus years, the Papacy did not deploy any knightly orders related to the trials, but the number of believers doubled.

Pope Saint Nysores was even more extravagant. During his lifetime, he used his exceptional political skills to balance the conflicts between the seven churches, and incidentally helped establish many nations. He even extended his influence to the astral plane and other planes.

In other words, he established the fact that the Church of Light was the most powerful faith force in the human kingdoms.

If they were sitting in the upper echelons of the Holy See now, the situation would never be so corrupt. Even Milfine, who was once the bishop of the Earth Mother Goddess, found the level of madness of the Holy See to be exaggerated.

Kroya pondered for a moment: "To be honest, I don't think that even if you were to see the light, you might not necessarily get the results you want."

Having a deep understanding of the divine, he shook his head: "Judging from your situation, it's clear that the light has been swayed by faith, and its consciousness is no longer its own."

He said this because he admired these historical figures, and no matter what they did, they were all worthy of praise. Even if they were currently opposing forces, he would not slander them, nor would he need to elevate himself by belittling them.

The old man was quite surprised to hear Kroya's words: "Master, are you worried about us?"

Keep in mind that they were still considered enemies at that time!

Is this monk really that magnanimous?

"That's right." Kroya pointed to the small village isolated from the Kingdom of Light: "He must have anticipated that he would be swayed by faith, right?"

If you go to see Him, you will not get the results you want, and there is a high probability that you will die.

But... I have a way.

The monk gave a subtle smile: "If we kill all those supplicants who are interfering with His thinking, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

—This was his second idea: since we're already here, let's just do something big.

He was initially a little worried about whether his demon army and swarm could truly influence this kingdom, but if someone led the way, he wouldn't have to worry about that so much.

Eurydice's idea was good, and he was willing to help, but if he could solve the problem on his own, he would prefer to do it himself.

Neither the saint nor the pope expected Chloe to say that.

But they are not the kind of people who are coy or hesitant. The current situation is that the Kingdom of Light can hardly solve its problems on its own and urgently needs the help of external forces.

Coincidentally, there is a powerful external force right now.

Then, things become very simple.

At that moment, several more people suddenly fell from the distant sky, including a holy spirit wearing bright and dazzling armor... and people dressed in the attire of Greek gods.

—Estner, Achilles, and the oak tree—they were all brought here by the Holy Spirits.

Clearly, this is not a coincidence.

The supplicants of the Kingdom of Light do not have as much control over the Kingdom as these Holy Spirits who are hiding in the well.

(End of this chapter)