Throne of Magical Arcana - Chapter 877 - Reaction
“The moon has fallen?” Both Arnold and Douglas were greatly surprised by the Liege of Death’s sigh. They both raised their heads and looked at the dark sky. Their eyes glittered in different colors with magic, which allowed them to see through the clouds and catch the chilly, hazy moon!
The moon hadn’t really fallen!
The sorcerers were greatly relieved and canceled the vision effect provided by magic. If Demigod Alterna, who allegedly would never die as long as the moon was high, was killed by God’s Arrival, they would not stand a chance at all!
However, according to what the Liege of Death said just now, even the Silver Moon failed to block God’s Arrival?
Even a demigod could not resist an attack of God’s Arrival?
After feeling lucky briefly, they were grasped by intense disappointment and confusion. Priscilla, Nielson, Congus, and the other sorcerers were very frustrated. Was the pope so powerful? Was it possible at all to defeat him? Did the Liege of Death feel frustrated too? In his prime years, the pope never bothered to perform “God’s Arrival” on him, not to mention right now!
“Let’s go back now and discuss other things after the Church’s counterattack is over.” A hazy mist rose before the Liege of Death. After the mist faded, he vanished.
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Arnold calmed down and resumed his smile. “Whatever the pope does, we have to do what we have to do. Maybe he has to pay a high price to use God’s Arrival… Doesn’t he? We must lie low and do not take any action for a while. However, we must pay attention to the relationship changes between the nobles and the Church.”
“We aren’t that stupid although we have indeed been fooled once,” Priscilla snorted. “You said that the grand nobles such as the Blue Demon would be inclined to help us. I hope that we can see something soon!”
She was bewildered by the beautiful prospect before!
Looking at the other people who obviously wanted to beat him up, Arnold smiled dryly. “Rest assured. There won’t be a problem. We will observe and contact Sharp closely.”
“We will be on our way.” Priscilla held herself back from throwing a giant fireball at the man. She raised her head and looked at the sky while sighing gloomily. “I don’t know when we can see the dawn…”
“After the dawn, there will be a surging tide…” Nielson’s ruby eyes carried vague depression and sadness. His tone was different from Priscilla’s, as he was concerned about the Church’s retaliation.
Arnold chuckled. “Even Mr. Tannanois is not anxious. Why should we be? He will be the primary target for the Church after all this.”
The Liege of Death’s attitude just now made him feel that things might change, and the Church’s counterattack might not be too strong.
“I hope you are not lying this time,” Priscilla said casually and flew back into the Tower of Destroyers that had already turned transparent.
After the other sorcerers left, Douglas finally opened his mouth. “Could League have revealed the place where Allyn is buried?”
“No!” Arnold replied without any hesitation, as if he had been following League and knew everything.
Sensing his confidence, Fernando was greatly enlightened. “Brain Scourge and Memory Meddling… Since a long time ago, League has… Old fox, you lied to me again!”
He was too young and inexperienced, and his smartness could not make up for his personality flaws yet. So, he could not help but feel he was too naive to believe the old fox’s explanation!
“If you still get tricked by me more often now, few people will be able to trick you in the future.” Arnold looked at him gently. “Look at Douglas. He sensed something earlier, but he pretended that he did not know it because it did not affect him at all. Instead of unveiling me, he asked questions when he needed to.”
After Fernando’s teacher passed away, he had been learning on his own, but he also received a lot of guidance from his teacher’s good friend, President Arnold. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have become a seventh-circle sorcerer at such a young age at all!
Of course, he was only young compared to other senior-rank sorcerers.
“The day will come when I listen to your lies and enjoy them as jokes,” Fernando admitted that the old fox had a point, but he was reluctant to openly acknowledge it.
Douglas smiled warmly. “I’m relieved after confirming that. Mr. President, I will stay in Allyn for the time being. If you have magic questions or any experience in plan-making that you would like to teach me, please come to Allyn. Of course, if I have questions, I will also write to you.”
He had basically figured out Arnold’s personalities. Not as restrained as before, he made fun of the guy.
“The youngsters nowadays have fewer and fewer manners. I have to come to Allyn in person?” Arnold intentionally sighed. Although Douglas was rather old, he was still a young man compared to Arnold who had lived almost a thousand years. “Fine. Just don’t tear Allyn down. I’m planning to study it when I have time.”
Then, he turned around and looked at Fernando. “You keep in touch with Old Green and watch over Sharp. Whether the Church kills him or not, the situation will still be in our favor. Hehe, Fernando, if there’s a chance, you should turn into a girl with that belt and work as Hathaway’s governess.”
“Get lost!” Fernando roared angrily. He vaguely understood why Kritonia was let go of. However, he couldn’t have gotten out of this so easily, could he?
…
In the forest where the fog was lingering, the Liege of Death roamed with the black scythe floating above his head. He had returned to the place.
“How is the Silver Moon?” He suddenly spoke to the dark, rotten forest where nobody was around with his usual voice that sounded like from a grave.
“Based on the blood ties, I sense that the wounds are not fatal, but the recovery will take a long time.” The empty darkness suddenly rolled and gathered into a person. He wore a red shirt and a black jacket with a collar that reached his head. His silver hair dangled to his shoulder. His eyes were as attractive as the moon in the sky. His face was flawless and even more beautiful than the ladies’. One might even say that it was eccentric.
He looked at the Liege of Death with a smile and said regretfully, “Why does every legendary sorcerer of the school of necromancy make themselves so creepy and hideous? What a pure and innocent young man you were when I just met you…”
“How is the pope?” The Liege of Death had long learned to ignore the guy’s meaningless topic.
“After Tria was occupied, he returned to Lance. Maybe we can look forward to certain situations.” The silver-haired man shook his head. “Abel is dead, and I am very sad, but I am even sadder about your current look. What a shame…”
“Abel is dead? Dracula must be very happy…” The Liege of Death was briefly stunned.
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In the Radiance Church in Rentato…
“The Liege of Death joined hands with the Witch of Iceland and the Eye of Curse? He has recovered to level three?” Same as all the other men of the Gusta Empire, ‘Graceful Angel’ Francois had a thick beard. His face had been worn out by time, but his green eyes did not age at all and remained profound and sacred.
He seized the key of Kritonia’s report very quickly.
Kritonia coughed. “Yes. Without him, neither the Witch of Iceland nor the Eye of Curse would’ve caused any trouble. Most of my current wounds were made by him.”
His body had been cut from the waist, with only half left. The flesh was wriggling and growing, trying to recuperate, but it only decayed into stinky, yellowish pus nonstop.
Francois performed ‘God’s Healing’ while he asked about the details of the battle. In the end, he nodded his head. “You were the only one who could’ve escaped by bursting out the power of space and time. If it were me, I must’ve died already.”
The red robes who were summoned were astounded first and then infuriated. The sorcerers, who were being chased after like stray dogs, were bold enough to set up Alfonsol and attack the Heart of Time?
They were outraged now that their sense of superiority was broken. They shouted, “Lord Francois, we must let the sorcerers know that the world belongs to the Lord now!”
“My lord, order the legendary knights in all countries to take action! All the sorcerers involved in this must be judged!”
“Let’s restore the previous rules. Nobles or not, all the suspects should be captured and burnt!”
“Sharp must be sentenced for betraying the Lord and conspiring with the sorcerers to kill Alfonsol!”
“Lord Francois, please send me to capture Sharp!”
They urged, trying to vent their fury and judge the blasphemous nobles and sorcerers.
Looking at them calmly, Francois did not open his mouth until they all calmed down. “It was only Sharp’s random contract. He hoped that the sorcerers would leave after realizing the gap between them and us. There’s no evidence that he was directly involved in the operation to assassinate Alfonsol.”
“But in any case, it was blasphemy and betrayal that he did not kill the sorcerers on the spot! He deserves to be burnt!” A giant of the Inquisition shouted.
“He’s a noble and one of the Sword of Truth’s most trusted subordinates,” Francois said at ease.
Another red robe said regretfully, “So what? Without us, they would’ve been the sorcerers’ dogs. It is the Lord who gives them a new life and their current position, and this is how they are repaying the Lord? We must let the nobles know that the Lord is supreme and that they have no privileges before the Lord! Lord Francois, ask for the help of His Holiness. Since some of the nobles are untrustworthy, we should purge them at the same time.”
He also knew that they were short of hands to accomplish the mission, so he encouraged Francois to ask for the reinforcement of saints from the pope.
“I can absolutely understand your fury. I want to judge the Liege of Death and Sharp as much as you do,” Francois said peacefully before he suddenly changed the topic. “However, there is something that I have to tell you. Last night, Abel and Dracula, two top legendary vampires, attacked the pope together, and the Silver Moon took action, too…”
Huh?
Everybody was shocked. They looked at Francois in confusion. Had His Holiness died?
His face unchanged, Francois said, “Having no choice, His Holiness used God’s Arrival twice in a row. He killed Abel and heavily wounded the Silver Moon. However, due to his poor conditions, he has returned to Lance, and the war westwards has been stuck in Tria.”
Then, he sighed. “It’s possible that we will have a new pope very soon.”
