Today's princess is still cute

Bach glanced at the shadow behind the tree and shook his head: "No."

Cloralis did not believe that Bach Ellis would apostatize. You said it was possible that he himself would apostatize, but it was absolutely impossible for Bach.

Although he didn't understand Bach's intention, Chloralis still took out his sword, [Sky], out of duty.

"Mr. Ellis, please go back. You know better than me that this place cannot be..."

Before he could utter the last few words, he saw a light, a light that was faster than anything else.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, Chloralis fell to the ground, and he could only swing his sword once with all his strength.

Bach lowered his head and looked at the wound in his palm, which was so bloody that the bone was visible and could not be healed quickly. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry."

Chapter 172 Teacher, I'm here to see you

It was a one-shot knockout, without any delay.

Bach is as gentle as jade, and is good at healing and guarding, but the Radiant is the one in charge of attack among the priests, serving as a spear and a shield with the Lightbringer.

If it weren't for what happened to his teacher, Bach would probably have insisted on going down the offensive path, instead of just learning offensive magic and then moving on like he does now.

Chloralis is one of the five Morning Star Knights. His real level is comparable to that of Caesar. If they really fight, it is hard to say whether Caesar can win.

The reason why Bach was able to knock down the opponent with one blow was mainly because he forcibly modified some rules. Since the divine power originally came from the same origin and he was in the Holy See, he only needed to drain all the divine power around Chloralis.

He had already begun to comprehend the power of the laws thirty years ago, but he had not told anyone. Once he formally mastered the laws, he would be the new demigod and then take over the position of the new Pope. He would then use the remaining decades of his life to lead the Holy See to restore its former glory.

Demigod, power of law, the position of Pope, these are all very good, and many people want them but cannot get them, but Bach just doesn't want them.

Power and authority have no temptation for him at all.

Bach walked around the big tree that was the incarnation of the Sword of Arbitration and into the shadow. Then, based on his memory from a hundred years ago, he first placed a iris on the east side, then the eye of a red-feathered eagle on the west side, a piece of chrysanthemum on the north side, and a scripture on the south side.

Finally, a golden starfish flower was placed in the middle.

He would collect the freshest of these things every month, year after year, and finally had the chance to use them, but unfortunately it did not make him happy.

Leaving behind only sorrow.

After the five items were placed, Bach whispered in the most ancient language of the Blue Empire: "Above the Holy Mountain, the stars are crisscrossed, shining brightly in the wilderness, without beginning or end."

As Bach spoke, the shadow slowly swallowed up the things placed there one by one. In a silent movement, a golden door slowly rose.

Flames rose from Bach's left hand and he pressed it against the wound on his right hand. With an expressionless face, he burned the wound until it was charred, stopping the bleeding before stepping directly into the light gate.

The injuries caused by Chloralis using [Sky] cannot be healed by divine power, so he was sent to guard this place.

The Morning Star Knight probably wouldn't have thought that Bach came here not for the artifact Sword of Arbitration, but for the real secret that even the Guardians didn't know.

After Bach entered, the light gate sank into shadow again, and everything returned to its previous state.

It's quiet at night.

When Bach's vision gradually became clear and the noisy roar in his ears disappeared, he once again saw the holy mountain that had appeared in countless of his dreams.

It was a real mountain, standing alone on the ground. There was no sun in the sky, but the space was still bright. Looking up at the mountain from where he stood, he could see lush vegetation and pure white tombstones.

There is a magnificent palace on the top, it is so beautiful that even the most powerful writers in the world cannot describe it. Only a place like this can allow gods to settle down.

Bach recalled the scene he saw after entering the light gate. It was a vast and endless light, but mixed in it were roars and growls with various emotions, as if countless ferocious beasts were living under this sea of light, waiting for fresh blood.

Next to where I am standing now, there is a black stone tablet half a person's height. Such a pure color seems extremely abrupt here.

Bach walked over, and the stone tablet began to glow like a will-o'-the-wisp, and finally turned into a line of distorted text. With his knowledge and experience, he was unable to tell what period the language was from, and could only barely recognize through the pictograms that it might be a warning.

He paid no attention to it and headed straight for the Holy Mountain.

The temperature here is constant. Bach felt the same way when he came here a hundred years ago, and he still feels the same way now.

Warm as spring, empty and windless.

The only sound between heaven and earth was the slight sound of Bach's boots stepping on the soil, and even his breathing was subconsciously restrained.

When he set foot on the holy mountain, those strange noises rang out again.

Bach frowned slightly and covered his ears, but found that it was of no use.

Are these voices ringing directly in your mind?

Bach flipped his left hand, and a pure golden dagger appeared in his hand. He drew a circle in front of him, and an invisible airflow blew away, and all the noise disappeared without a trace.

It was one of the exclusive magic arts of the angels on earth, and in his hands it was just a trick he used to calm his mind.

Looking at the motionless trees next to him, Bach's subconscious mind reminded him that it would be best not to touch them. There was no record of those tall trees in the Blue Empire. Neither the patterns nor the branches could tell which region they were from. However, they were somewhat similar to the immortal trees planted in the holy land of the elves as recorded in the classics.

How could the sacred tree of the elves appear in the holy mountain of the Vatican?

Suddenly I remembered that book again. I saw it when I was sorting out my teacher's belongings.

"Abandon virtue, and only the original desire remains," Bach smiled wistfully, "Teacher, I'm here to see you."

He walked up the mountain path step by step, passing one tombstone after another, and finally found the scene in his memory under some trees.

There was not a single word on the pure white tombstone. Unlike those tombstones that recorded great achievements, the youngest demigod in the history of the Holy See, the most talented Son of God, did not even leave a name.

"teacher"

Bach muttered as he walked forward and knelt before the tombstone.

Tears as big as beans rolled down his eyes and hit the mud without causing any ripples.

This cardinal, who had not cried in a hundred years, showed his most vulnerable side for the first time.

"Bach! You kid! Why haven't you finished your homework yet!"

"Bach, you little idiot, you can't even learn such a simple magic. Don't say you are my disciple when you go out! It's too embarrassing."

"Bach, don't cry. It's so annoying. It's just that you were beaten up by those knights. It's a small matter. I'll help you vent your anger. How about I beat up the instructor?"

"Bach, you must practice well. I am a genius, and my disciples must be geniuses too. Hahaha, don't look at me like that. I am serious!"

"Bach, I'm sorry."

"If I'm gone, you will take over and protect the Church, okay?"

With tears in his eyes, Bach raised his head and seemed to see that elegant and proud figure on the tombstone again.

But that was a hundred years ago.

Chapter 173 Nibelungen

"Teacher, you told me that crying without any help is the most meaningless behavior."

Bach wiped his face fiercely. For the first time, this cardinal, who always looked like a good man, showed a ferocious look on his face.

"I have waited for a hundred years, and today I have come to find the answer. It is impossible to judge whether you were right or wrong. I only want to know one thing now: was it you who deceived me, or was it the Church that deceived me?"

Bach squatted down and placed his palms on the ground in front of the tombstone.

The holy power of the angel level on earth poured out like sea water and poured into the soil.

The soil on the Holy Mountain was more impenetrable than any other place Bach had ever seen. Even if Bach tried to dig it, he could not do anything.

The mountain was like a whole, cast with the strongest steel, and there was no life in the soil. Bach sensed this the moment he touched it.

What is incomprehensible is, how can those trees survive without nutrients?

There was no time to think about these things. The source energy stone that Bach had sublimated thrice was running frantically. There were no elements of any attributes in this world except light, which made it easier to absorb and transform.

"boom!"

There was a bright golden flame burning in his eyes. If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked.

This extremely low-key cardinal is only a hair's breadth away from being as powerful as the Pope? !

The divine power penetrated the soil with difficulty, pouring down inch by inch. Bach's white robe fluttered without wind, which was obviously a performance of his best efforts.

Half an hour later, the energy released by Bach finally touched a coffin underground.

Even though he was as strong as he was, he was already exhausted at this time, with less than one-fifth of the energy left in his body.

Bach did not stop, but took out recovery potions and light energy stones from his storage ring and frantically replenished his consumption.

He has to do more than just that.

"Om-"

The ground suddenly trembled slightly, and then the land under the tombstone gradually rose.

Beads of sweat were already forming on Bach's forehead. He gritted his teeth and growled.

"Wow!"

The soil was flying everywhere, and even the tombstone fell to the side.

Joe Kenneth's coffin emerged from the ground and lay on the ground.

Bach stood up quickly, without taking a rest, ran over and grabbed a corner of the coffin. After hesitating for a few seconds, he opened the lid with trembling hands.

The truth that has been buried for a hundred years is finally, finally

The coffin lid slid to the other side and fell to the ground with a thud.

On top of this holy mountain, there seemed to be a pair of eyes silently watching this outrageous scene.

Bach's breathing stagnated, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He seemed to have aged by dozens of years.

He staggered backwards, then fell to the ground, grabbing his hair, his teeth gritting, and squeezing out hoarse words from his throat.

"Ha, hahahaha, it really is like that."

Two completely different expressions appeared on Bach's face.

He cried bitterly and laughed at the same time.

Twisted, collapsed, hysterical.

In the coffin of the former Son of God, there was only a long-dried star sea flower lying quietly, silently mocking the world.

Star sea flower.

Why would something like this appear in a place like this?

Black is the color that symbolizes bad luck and disaster.

Cardinson looked at the Law of Greed in his hand, then looked at the oil paintings on both sides. He could not find any other adjective to describe the current atmosphere except weird.

He now discovered one thing: after becoming the Son of God, strange things always came to him. It seemed that surrounding the role of "Son of God", the things that appeared around him always had malicious intentions towards him.

For example, when he went down a mine before, he met Ursus, who had been a miserable otaku for a hundred years. The other party was so ecstatic that he almost ate him alive.

Are the Son of Heaven and Tang Monk of the same nature?

Can eating it greatly increase your power and make you immortal?

That's just a bit scary.

But as long as he can hold on, Cardinson's progress will be rapid.

For example, after defeating Urusos, he gained a loyal subordinate at the level of a hell commander.

After rescuing Tina, he understood his inner self, faced his own desires, and obtained a fragment of the Law of Greed that could greatly increase his cultivation speed.

Now this is the third level?

Cardinson suddenly recalled the deeds of the previous Son of God, a life that was just like the template of a cool novel. Could it be that his predecessor also made rapid progress in this way and became a demigod?

Time passed little by little.

Cardinson looked at the pot of black starfish and felt that he could not wait any longer.

If the field we are in now is also formed according to the laws, then there are three possibilities for the speed of time flow: one is faster than outside, two is normal, and three is slower than outside.

Two-thirds of the results were not what Cardinson wanted to see because Tina was still waiting for him.

"Well, it seems that being indecisive is not my character, right?"

Cardinson shrugged, and following the guidance from the unknown, he placed the fragment of the Law of Greed in his hand on the black star sea flower.

The delicate flower unexpectedly supported the round bead, and just at the moment of contact, the white flame enveloped the black petals. Not only did it not burn, but the petals obtained some strange nutrients, and grew rapidly, wrapping the white fireball.

"Rumble--"