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

Chapter 345. You will swallow the bitter pill.

Those with some knowledge could recognize that the male voice asking the question of the light was clearly that of the former Pope, Saint Nissolius.

It's truly a rare and novel thing to see believers asking God questions.

In the eyes of believers, the gods are almost omnipotent. The mere question, "Have you been deceived?" is tantamount to questioning the gods, and in more serious cases, it is simply heresy!

Within that realm, which radiates endless feather-like holy light, one can vaguely see some ferocious beasts and demons lined up before the temple of the Father of Light.

What the hell is that?

All the forces capable of observing the divine realm were astonished, and the Orpheus family felt their composure nearly explode when they saw their ancestors standing inside those things.

However, most people still couldn't recognize who they were; they could only see the familiar Holy Spirits of the Church surrounded by beasts and demons.

Each of them wore their most magnificent and solemn attire, which was also armor and robes blessed by the messenger of light and imbued with divine power.

That's why Kroya doesn't believe they can make the light submit.

As the Holy Spirits of Light, once they enter the Kingdom of God, they become part of it. If the Lord of the Kingdom of God so desires, they will become nourishment for the Kingdom of God.

This is fundamentally different from Valhalla and Eden, which were created by Kroa. Valhalla had an outer protective layer to isolate the souls that entered, allowing them to maintain their individuality.

The Father of Light simply assimilated, relying on his own power to maintain the existence of the Holy Spirits.

So now, the only thing they can do, the only thing they can pray for, is that the Father of Light, after losing the minds of countless believers and supplicants, can become a little more lucid.

That's all.

So, how did the gods react to the questions asked by believers?

After a brief pause, the holy light ignored their questions and instead shrouded them in even grander, more sacred music and angels with fluttering wings.

Countless angels flew out from that holy kingdom and came toward the Lord's plane.

Kroya was the first to see this scene, and he immediately curled his lip in disdain. He knew that nothing good would happen, but he didn't expect that the other party would simply ignore it.

"As expected, God is that confident."

"They won't even answer."

He also lost patience. To be honest, he had originally hoped that Guangming could see the error of his ways and return to the right path, and he might have been willing to have a face-to-face conversation with the other party.

But since that's the case, there's no need for him to hide it anymore.

Everything that could be prepared and has been prepared has been done.

He gazed sharply at the Holy Spirits, watching them enter the sacred hall one by one, gradually dissolving in the torrent of light—even now they still wanted to awaken the "conscience" of light.

He couldn't comment on the actions of these Holy Spirits; all he could do was watch them leave. At least while they were still alive, Chloe didn't want them to suffer.

Kroa's companions did try to stop him.

After all, during this time they did establish some friendships with these Holy Spirits, learned some things from them, and felt the personal charm of these Holy Spirits who left a strong mark on the history of the Vatican.

Even in adversarial relationships, they will respect these Holy Spirits.

Estner tried to stop the saintess: "Your god has lost all humanity; you'll only die if you go in like this!"

The oak tree also comforted Lady Holy Dragon: "I have heard of your illustrious reputation. If you are willing to leave me, I will plead with Kroa, and he will surely grant you permission to leave this world!"

Kemoyer, Theodore, and others also tried to stop them, but the Holy Spirits, with what could be described as a grim smile, walked one by one into the stone-built temple, which shone brighter than crystal.

Don't they know what they're going to face?

As the Holy Spirit, the Father of Light, they knew all too well what they would face once they went in, but knowing was one thing, and doing it was another.

About half an hour later, all the Holy Spirits disappeared into the temple, and more and more feathers and holy light fell from the sky, the pure holy light seeming to transform the whole world into a world of shining light.

The Father of Light still did not answer.

"Let's begin."

It was at this moment that Kroya picked up his harp. He slowly walked to the front of the sun demons and the swarm army, staring directly at the temple, watching the figures emerge from it—

She was an angel dressed in a magnificent gown.

The Angel of the Harp.

His eyes held anticipation and joy as he softly said, "We meet again, singer of the sun."

The angel gracefully sat down, transforming the harp into a large seated position, her magnificent gown billowing around her like petals, her gaze fixed intently on Chloe: "I don't want to stop you, but I must."

"The earth has given you the music to tune... Aren't you curious about what kind of music He, as the light, possesses?"

Kroya smiled and said, "I'm curious, so I've come to ask you for advice. Don't worry, I'll give you a place later."

The harp angel said nothing more, placed his fingers on the harp, and began to play slowly. The light of morning dew and evening glow gathered around him.

It seemed to be the same as what I had seen at the Yavana Sacred Mine last time, but this time what He was playing was a profound twilight symphony, one that shouldn't exist in a vibrant world.

The despairing and deathly twilight colors gradually permeated everything around them, and the sound of the harp became low and hoarse, sounding eerie and bizarre.

The once bright and shining world and the scattered feathers were instantly shrouded in the ominous hues of dusk, and all life looked up at the country with trepidation, as if something was about to happen.

"Oh." Kroya understood. "The twilight of destruction, right? If you were to complete it and successfully bring down the light, shouldn't there also be the dawn of salvation?"

He gazed at the deep twilight, quite certain that this was also a movement from "The Poem of the Beginning," and likely quite significant, though not reaching the level of his "The Poem of the Rainbow," but certainly far surpassing the one about the earth.

Hope and despair, dusk and dawn.

This power is a very fundamental power, and it cannot even be described simply as some kind of powerful or great divine power. Its very existence is already the rule of the world.

So when it played, even the gods and legends watching were shocked—for the first time, a conflicted look appeared on Eurydice's face.

This thing... he can't handle it.

"How could the Father of Light possess such a melody?" Eurydice asked in surprise and doubt. "I've never heard of the previous generations of Light possessing such power."

He turned to look at Iotes, "You know what?"

The Titan puppet shook its head: "I have never seen or known that it has this ability. If we were to face this ability, we would have no choice but to tough it out."

That's certainly disheartening, but that's the truth. Rank matters, and even legendary mages have to follow the rules.

"Then we'll just have to see what Chloa's abilities are like." Eurydice shrugged and looked through the power of the Star Veil at Chloa, who was slowly playing her harp.

If he's not mistaken, the power of twilight is the ultimate weapon of light, forcibly dragging the world into the prelude to "destruction," and then restoring it through another saving power, making the world itself acknowledge its "salvation."

Unexpectedly, He unleashed His ultimate move so easily. It seems that even He felt a bit of pressure when facing those demons and swarms of insects.

……

Kroa, who faced the Angel of the Harp directly, felt it most clearly.

Although he was dressed in the armor of Apollo, it was ultimately the path of a god, and the power he had always used was somewhat different.

So after a brief hesitation, he withdrew some of his symphony power, which quickly filled his body and directly boosted him to level eleven.

If he goes any further, he'll find himself unable to resist entering the realm of the gods.

Having regained some of his power, he began to play symphonies, and the river of music, composed of countless colors, rose from every corner of the North, fearlessly heading towards the twilight.

They contain the music of all things that Kroya has painstakingly cultivated in the North for over a decade, music that has settled within them. It contains the music of humans, magical beasts, magical plants, and even the earth and the sea...

The golden light, moving at an unstoppable speed, began to spread from the North towards all the areas that William's army had once swept through, where sunflowers had once been planted, and where Kroya had ever come into contact with.

Just when the angel of the harp thought this was the "gift" that Kroa had prepared, the latter smiled slightly.

"I used a gift like this before, and now I want to give it to you, to the god who sits atop the clouds... a different gift."

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His fingers paused for two seconds before pressing down on the strings of the gopher harp again, a trickle of blood seeping from his pale fingers.

"That's the bitter fruit you've sown."

As golden light permeates the earth, the souls of those who died because of war and all the calamities brought by light and the earth are also being awakened.

They may no longer have a complete consciousness; all that remains in their hearts is resentment towards the light and the earth, which is the root of the Styx's darkness.

A deep-seated hatred.

"This power still remains in the prime material plane?"

"Didn't the River Styx take them away?"

"Truly terrifying..."

Whether it was a legend or a god, their faces showed obvious fear. This thing was an indestructible substance, and anyone who got involved with it would be doomed.

They couldn't understand why Chloe's golden melodies could control these powers. How could resentment, which had clearly lost its intelligence and consciousness, allow itself to be controlled?

They certainly wouldn't know what Kroa had promised, and no one could believe that someone would use a divine kingdom to bear such resentment.

The only thing that gave them solace was that the dark power did not dissipate, but was instead guided by the golden melody. Countless shadowy figures seemed to walk onto a golden bridge, heading directly toward the divine kingdom of the Father of Light.

At this moment, the dark shadow had only one thought in its mind.

"revenge!"

One after another, the dark figures met the angels flapping their wings, and in the blink of an eye, they assimilated them, turning them black as well. Then, adapting to their new bodies, they flew towards the kingdom of God.

"..."

The angel of the harp paused for a moment.

He had already sensed that, at the moment when the twilight and the symphony of destruction began, these completely unconscious aggregates of hatred were unleashing an indescribable power.

Yes, their world is already destroyed, what is there left to cherish?

That leaves only the option of "taking revenge on God".

Yet the power of the symphony was able to encompass them; it was a deep-seated hatred, the most terrifying filth accumulated by the entire human nation after locust plagues, wars, and death.

He looked deeply at Chloe, but saw only indifference on the other's handsome face, without any trace of pain.

Logically, at this moment He should transform His power, from the twilight of destruction to the dawn of salvation, and then use the power of His divine kingdom to appease these grievances, even if the losses are heavy, He should not suffer too much.

But... He was forced to come.

The Father of Light's status is not so high that He would be a dog; He is merely bound here by divine power to help that foolish light play its melody.

So He continued to play the twilight symphony, even more vigorously—the twilight's colors deepened, carrying with it a somber, world-destroying mist.

Soon, the only visible things in the entire world were the golden bridge made of symphony and the figures constantly launching self-destruct attacks towards the divine kingdom.

Kroa keenly noticed His actions.

However, he didn't say anything, suppressing the surging pain in his mind, immersing himself in his own music, controlling the symphony and the resentful black figure to break through the barrier of the divine kingdom.

"teacher!"

At that very moment, Mia, who had been hiding not far behind Kroya, sighed softly. Her body, shrouded in a thin veil of moonlight, transformed into a platinum ring, silently descending behind Kroya's head.

His voice rang in Chloe's ears:

"I cast a forbidden spell on these gods as I crashed."

"They will never be able to leave their country."

"This is both a constraint and a protection."

"Now... it can finally be solved."

Accompanied by the murmured voice of the Ring of Radiance, the almost imperceptible platinum-gold magic runes covering the interior of the Father of Light's divine realm gradually disappeared.

Especially the magical runes surrounding that sacred stone temple.

An overwhelming sense of joy emanated from the stone hall. After thousands of years, He was finally able to break free from the forbidden spell of the Ring of Radiance!

But before He could figure out the specifics of the situation, the golden symphony burst through the stone door, enveloping all the resentment within its body.

Finally, it formed an apple with a golden shell encasing black resentment, with symphony entangling it like tentacles.

He forcefully shoved the apple into the mouth of the Father of Light, who had just woken up.

"Savor it well, this is the lament I'm playing for you."

"The bitter fruit of divine brewing!"

Kroa's voice, accompanied by the Father of Light's slightly terrified lament, reached the entire continent of Zemuria. All living beings could see that a high and mighty god had been forcibly... fed an apple.

(End of this chapter)