The black spear formed from Netherworld Divine Fire shot out like a piercing arrow with a casual wave from Meng Lei and instantly appeared right in front of the golden wall.
Splurt!
It pierced through the golden wall with barely any obstruction before, subsequently piercing through Pope Hayes’ chest and coming out from the other side.
“Ugh!”
Blood spurted from Pope Hayes’ mouth. He stared at the black hole in his chest in stunned silence, all his fighting spirit and determination turning into despair and a sense of powerlessness at this moment.
“It’s too great! The gap between the two of us is simply too great!”
Pope Hayes let out a resigned laugh and said, “Now that things have reached such a pass, I can only resort to that!”
Then, he looked at Meng Lei and then at the Shrine of Light and the Light Church masses shrouded by the light shield. He let out a hoarse shout, “The Light Church lives on! Our Lord’s brilliance will shine upon the world for all of eternity!
“Immolate!”
Dazzling flames of light suddenly burst forth from all over him. Then, the originally holy and sacred flames of light began to burn Pope Hayes furiously.
His life force began to wane at a terrifying speed, like water rapidly flowing out of a bottomless bucket.
“This is... An immolation spell?”
Ol’ Amos’ expression changed drastically at the sight. He shouted, “Meng Lei, stop him! He’s immolating! He’s summoning the Angels! Things would become troublesome once the Angels descend!”
“Immolating? Summoning the Angels?”
Meng Lei raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t that surprised, though.
Ol’ Amos had already told him that the Light Church was capable of summoning Angels from the Celestial Realm. However, the move was highly reminiscent of the Seven Injuries Fist[1].
If one wished to summon beings, then they must first offer sacrifices.
Immolation would burn away almost all of the sacrifice’s life essence and the greater half of their divine spirit. In less severe cases, they would suffer a great loss of combat prowess, while in serious cases, they might lose their lives!
Immolation could be said to be an act that was close to going down together with the enemy. It was precisely because the price they had to pay for immolation was too great that the seven true gods from earlier would rather flee.
“The stronger the sacrifice is, the more powerful the summoned Angel would be!”
Ol’ Amos shouted in a deep voice, “Pope Hayes is a lesser deity, so the Angel that he’ll summon in return for burning his divine body and divine spirit would definitely be incredibly fearsome!”
Meng Lei shook his head lightly and said with a smile, “I’ve not seen a real Angel yet, Ol’ President. Just as well that I take this opportunity to take a good look!”
“Take a good look?”
Ol’ Amos was rather incensed. He said, “This is a matter of grave importance that concerns your life, yet you’re saying that you want to ‘take a good look’? What if the Angel that he summons is stronger than you?”
“It’ll be fine! Don’t worry. No one can be stronger than me in this existential plane!”
Buzz...
The pope’s divine body began to visibly wane and shrivel up as the immolation continued. His originally strong and powerful divine spirit also weakened further and further...
At last, by the final stages of the immolation process, Pope Hayes had completely become an old man that was all skin and bone and with one foot in the grave. A golden dimensional gate had also appeared above him.
“Who has summoned me?”
[1] The Kongtong Sect’s signature move in Louis Cha’s martial novels. It allows the user to inflict severe internal injuries on an opponent at the cost of long-term damage to the user’s internal organs as the user progresses from one stage to the next
Chapter 293: Six-Winged Angel, Submitting Was Really Flagrant
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Who has summoned me?”
A voice full of dignified might rang, and a dazzling golden beam of light fell from the dimensional gate above the pope’s head.
Boom!
An extremely tyrannical aura spread out from the golden light beam, like fierce golden tidal waves sweeping in all directions.
Thud!
Thud!
The Knights of Light on the Holy Mountain of Light were pressed uncontrollably on the ground. They could not raise their heads at all as they trembled in extreme horror.
Even the Holy Maiden of Light and other high figureheads, half-deities who were shrouded in a light shield, felt suffocated and alarmed.
“Such... Such a terrifying aura! It’s definitely over the level of lesser deity!”
“It was certain that our pope could summon such a powerful Celestial Angel!”
The Light Church’s half-deities were agitated as if they had already witnessed the scene of Meng Lei being defeated in a dominating fashion, even him getting killed.
The entire place went into an uproar as a lofty and majestic figure appeared out of the fading golden beams.
The head was adorned with a golden halo, its hands held onto a golden spear, both feet were naked, and three pairs of golden feathered wings grew on the back.
“Six-Winged Angel!”
“It’s comparable to an intermediate deity, a Six-Winged Angel!”
“We are saved! The Light Church is saved! Look, we are saved!”
Everyone was thrown in a frenzied joy. The Holy Maiden of Light was equally agitated—as a part of the church, how could she not know the various levels and combat prowess of angels?
Angels were classified into three tiers:
Four-Winged Low Order Angels—equivalent to a lesser deity.
Six-Winged Middle Order Angels—equivalent to an intermediate deity.
Eight-Winged High Order Angels—equivalent to a higher deity.
Every tier was split into three classes.
Among them, the three classes of the Middle Order Angels were: Powers, Virtues, Dominions. Each class was stronger than the class before, one mightier than the other.
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