Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 461: Chapter 186: Wizard Recognized by the World

"Heresy!"

The Holy Light Archbishop’s eyes burned with flames of anger,

his voice filled with disbelief and deep indignation: "Heresy! How dare you desecrate the Holy Light and sully God’s blessings!"

David stood opposite the Holy Light Archbishop, his gaze calm, the glow of the Holy Scripture of Light in his hand undiminished.

He calmly said, "I have not desecrated the Holy Light; I am merely using its original power."

"The Holy Light does not belong to any individual or divine being; it is a part of this world, a power that every living being should be able to access and utilize."

The Holy Light Archbishop’s anger seemed to burn hotter, his voice almost a roar:

"Absurd! The Holy Light God is the supreme being; the Holy Light Power is his blessing, and only with his permission can mortals use it."

David shook his head, his voice still calm, "Is the god you speak of truly supreme?"

"Does he really wish to share the power of the Holy Light with everyone?"

"If that’s true, why establish the Judgement Army, and why create the Earthly Celestial Kingdom to lay claim to the power of the Holy Light?"

The Holy Light Archbishop was stunned, but his shock was quickly replaced by anger: "You are questioning God’s will! God’s decisions are beyond mortal understanding; we can only obey and believe unconditionally."

A flicker of compassion appeared in David’s eyes: "Holy Light Archbishop, have you ever considered that the god you believe in may not be the true source of the Holy Light?"

In the heart of the Holy Light Archbishop, a stormy turmoil arose; he had never considered such a question.

He always believed that God was omnipotent and God’s will was absolute.

But now, Duke Frost Wolf’s words made him begin to doubt, begin to waver.

He looked at Duke Frost Wolf, the person they once deemed a heretic, who now wielded the true power of the Holy Light, his heart filled with contradiction and confusion.

Duke Frost Wolf continued, "Holy Light Archbishop, I am not your enemy; I merely hope you can see the truth."

"The Holy Light Power should not be monopolized by anyone; it should belong to everyone."

"If you are willing, I can help you understand the true power of the Holy Light, so that you are no longer a tool of God but the master of your own destiny."

The Holy Light Archbishop remained silent, his heart full of struggle.

And during this process, the Holy Light suddenly manifested on the Holy Light Archbishop’s body, and his entire being began to be consumed by it!

Clearly, the Holy Light Archbishop’s internal turmoil had triggered a backlash from the Holy Light.

"Kill him, kill this heretic!"

The leader of the Judgement Army’s demeanor had also completely changed at this point.

He no longer wanted to think about what Duke Frost Wolf said; he just wanted everything to end swiftly.

The soldiers of the Judgement Army moved quickly under his command.

But just then, they suddenly noticed the Royal Knight Order was also shrouded in familiar Holy Light.

This, to some extent, further shattered the morale of the Judgement Army.

The Judgement Army’s defense line began to collapse under the assault of the Royal Knight Order, their resistance growing increasingly feeble.

Under fierce assault, the soldiers of the Judgement Army began to feel unprecedented despair.

They, who were once the pride of the Church and hailed as the most holy warriors, were now seeing their faith and willpower gradually crumble.

A young Judgement Knight, his armor engraved with sacred runes, now appeared dim and dull.

His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and the longsword in his hand felt unbearably heavy, as if each strike required all his strength.

He looked around and saw the fallen figures of his comrades; their calls and prayers were so faint on the battlefield, almost drowned by the enemy’s roars and the clash of metal.

An elder Judgement Priest, his face marked by the passage of time, gripped tightly the Holy Emblem symbolizing faith.

He tried to use the divine arts to boost morale, but his power seemed pale and powerless before the Royal Knights.

His heart was filled with a sense of defeat; he began to doubt whether the god he had believed in all his life truly existed, whether they would be abandoned at this crucial moment.

And on the other side of the battlefield, the commander of the Judgement Army, a High-tier Bishop, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness.

He was once the elite of the Church, entrusted with the sacred mission to lead the Judgement Army, but now he watched helplessly as his army was decimated.

His orders became meaningless amid the chaos, and his strategies were inept before Pengpa’s power.

He gripped his scepter tightly, the gem on it flickering with a faint light, as if mocking his incompetence.

As time passed, the defense line of the Judgement Army completely collapsed; their resistance grew increasingly powerless.

The knights began to scatter and flee, their hearts filled with despair, their once indomitable belief shattered and fragmented at this moment.

Yet the Royal Knight Order’s offensive showed no signs of abating; they were like an unstoppable torrent, completely submerging the last shred of hope of the Judgement Army.

Finally, the Royal Knight Order successfully breached the defense lines of the Judgement Army, and the army of the Holy Light Church was utterly defeated.

David stood at the center of the battlefield, looking at the scarred landscape, knowing that from today onward, the Holy Light Church’s rule over the Bright Continent was over.

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The Pope stood on the high tower of the Holy Light Cathedral.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds, toward the battlefield that once belonged to the Church’s glory.