Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1804 Dimensional War (Part Two)

"Light and justice will ultimately prevail!"

From a historical perspective, this should be considered an ancient and powerful civilization that has been lost to history.

In an unprecedented act of unity and cooperation, countless angels of light utterly shattered the ancient dark hellish civilization. The will of the civilization of the Heaven of Light, accompanied by the missionaries' crosses, gradually spread to the surrounding world communities, showering upon all intelligent beings in the world.

Countless missionaries of light followed one after another, fighting for their so-called ideals of justice and killing all heretics who did not follow the will of light.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Kiliya, the king of the twelve-winged angels, stood above the Well of Light.

The Well of Light, each drop of golden liquid is formed from the praises and chants of 120,000 of the purest believers throughout their lives. After more than ten epochs of accumulation, the legendary, endless Well of Light was finally filled!

Such a vast and magnificent power is probably just a drop in the ocean compared to the energy that Antonio would expend hundreds of millions of years later to leverage the Wizarding World with the lever of fate.

Above the Well of Light is a giant cross, on which the fourteen-winged angel Jehovah is nailed, the statue lifelike.

Legend has it that Jehovah saw through reality and illusion, traversing different dimensions. In order to save the world and have mercy on all living beings, he sacrificed himself to ensure the continuation of the civilization of the Bright Heaven. Thus, people were able to continue to atone for their sins and complete their self-salvation. This is also the only recorded instance in the Bright Heaven Network civilization of a fourteen-winged angel who surpasses twelve wings.

Today, the civilization of the Bright Paradise has reached its peak of power, with countless fanatical believers and tens of thousands of followers. The surrounding world clusters, large and small, are forming an unprecedented super alliance. An unprecedentedly terrifying army composed of hundreds of world clusters is surrounding them from all directions, and its numbers are still increasing, in order to counterattack the expansion of this super powerful civilization.

"The dreamlike land my Lord spoke of, the dimensional end of the fountain of sin, has finally been opened!"

Kiliye spread his arms wide, his eyes filled with unparalleled conviction. Standing at the pinnacle of the civilization of the Bright Paradise, his every word and action was enough to influence the history of dozens of worlds across vast time and space for thousands or tens of thousands of years!

Besides Kiliya, as the pinnacle civilization of the endless world dimensions, there are a total of thirty-six twelve-winged angels.

Each one is an unparalleled being who rules over a region. Even the passage of time cannot affect their ancient physique. Their unparalleled combat power and supreme fighting spirit coexist. They constantly explore, advance, and change at the pinnacle of their outstanding racial talents, which is why these twelve-winged angel god-kings have become invincible legends, feared by the endless rulers of the surrounding alien world civilizations.

"Kiliye, the coalition of those remote barbarian sinners has been formed. The scale of this coalition even surpasses the sum of the previous two. It has even gathered forces from barbarian worlds in more distant, wild, and unknown territories. The war seraphim at the front have suffered heavy losses. Only by using the power of the Well of Light can the war situation be completely reversed!"

A twelve-winged angel king shouted.

A perfect physique, a handsome face, a sacred and inviolable radiance, and an aura of majesty.

Although angels come in countless forms, possess diverse abilities, and excel in a wide variety of fields, compared to the bizarre and grotesque forms of wizards who pursue the mysteries of truth, these angels undoubtedly possess a more alluring appearance.

"They are merely ignorant sinners in this world."

Kiliya, with a compassionate gaze, looked at the twelve-winged angel king, completely ignoring his anxious pleas. His tattered shroud, simple and plain, spoke in a weak, hoarse voice: "The Lord said that creation took seven days. It was a vast prison, providing a place for humanity to atone for its sins. Yet, humanity is foolish, and cruel killing never ceases. Our grace and teachings have been abandoned by these sinners; they do not deserve our sympathy!"

After taking a deep breath, a resolute look appeared on his face, and Kiliya said, "Now, we will no longer give alms! Sinners are sinners after all, unworthy of redemption, and should be forever imprisoned in this cage to endure endless struggle. But we will follow in the Lord's footsteps, attain eternal liberation, and break free from the shackles of this dimensional prison!"

"hiss……"

All the archangels and angel kings in the hall were shocked by Kiliya's new will and choice.

The Lord said He would save the world and lead it to the light. Therefore, the angels sent missionaries to fight continuously, spread the faith of light, bring goodness to the world, and help people achieve self-redemption.

All the angels once believed that one day the will of light would spread to every corner of the endless world, and that killing was merely temporary suffering, for the sake of better self-redemption for future generations.

However, now, Kiliya is openly defying the Lord's will, abandoning humanity, and only pursuing his own liberation.

"No! You are going against the will of the Lord! People..."

Kiliya glanced at the ten-winged angel who dared to openly defy him.

It turned out to be one of his former confidants, an archangel whom he had personally promoted. The courage and unyielding spirit he saw in the archangel was once the quality he admired most, but now it made him feel offended and disgusted.

"Take him away."

Kiliya pointed at the archangel who dared to openly defy him, and with just one sentence, sent this ten-winged archangel, who instilled fear in the endless rulers of the surrounding world, to hell and stripped him of all his rights.

"Kiliye, you can't do this!"

A twelve-winged angel king stopped the surrounding guardians of Heaven and whispered, "According to the laws of Heaven, every archangel has the right to express his or her decision. Even if you are the first Heavenly King, you have no right to deprive an archangel of his right to make a decision in this high hall."

"Gamiler, how dare you talk back to me?"

Kiliya looked down at his comrade-in-arms, who had once fought and grown alongside him, and declared righteously, "Are we to abandon the freedom of our angelic race for those foolish ones who casually reject our mercy and charity and rebel against us? The Lord's vow is for us to save those who deserve to be saved! But look at them; they treat our gifts with spears and axes. Do they deserve our continued salvation?"

His voice grew increasingly cold, and Kiliya, growing impatient, said authoritatively, "Gamile, I think you are being far too pedantic."

The fourteen-winged angel king, Gamel, looked directly at Kiliya, the partner he had once admired, trusted, and respected, and said, word by word, "No! Kiliya, it is power that has blinded you! The Lord said that self-liberation is merely escaping from the prison of atonement. We are still sinners. Only by leading the world in atonement can we truly save ourselves!"

hum...

Beneath the robes of the god-king Kiliya, which were once stained with the blood of the fourteen-winged Jehovah, a trace of Kiliya's aura emanated. In an instant, golden auspicious clouds trembled for billions of miles. Even Carmel, who was hailed as the king of the seraphim gods, felt as if he were a lone sail on a stormy ocean, powerless and helpless, drifting with the wind.

Even if his will is no longer firm and he no longer follows the Lord's will, his strength has never diminished!

"Carmel! The Lord is no more, but I am His will on earth!"

His expression changed drastically. The Crimson Flame Holy Sword instantly appeared in his hand behind Gamel, standing horizontally in front of him. The next moment, as the fist carrying unparalleled holy light power landed on the holy sword, Gamel let out a muffled groan and flew backward uncontrollably out of heaven, staring incredulously at the fist imprint in the center of the holy sword in his hand.

"For several epochs, your strength has remained stagnant."

Kiliya, seemingly unmoved, spoke calmly, casually knocking the ten-winged angel down to the mortal realm.

Looking around Heaven, even those who disagreed chose to remain silent in this atmosphere, out of fear of Kilimanjaro's power.

"The sticky sweat, the disgusting stench of blood, and the waste—since these foolish people refuse our salvation, let them remain forever in this filthy place of atonement!"

With a roar, Kiliya shouted, "Gather the legions and follow me out of this land of atonement!"

Kiliya actually likened the endless world dimensions to a place of atonement.

(End of this chapter)