Chapter 716

Chapter 101 Rebirth Part 10

The dazzling white light poured down, instantly connecting countless white orbs above into one, contrasting sharply with the black sphere higher up. It condensed in mid-air, forming a white sun whose brilliance almost overwhelmed the bloody glow of the gray sky, illuminating the barren land below with a bright white.

For an instant, it seemed as if the entire world had lost its color.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Faint and dense sounds of wind breaking filled the air from the center where the light was pouring out. Countless slender rays suddenly shot out from within the white orb, forming an impenetrable web of firepower that instantly engulfed Carlos’s hazy body.

The Grand Knight adjusted his posture and quickly retreated. He heard a “whoosh whoosh whoosh” sound from the light, like the screeching noise of the earth being eroded by high temperatures. Feeling the intense light rushing towards him, he hurriedly quickened his pace until he had enough distance. Only then did he stop, his heart still racing.

If I had taken one more step…

I might have been killed immediately.

The Grand Knight felt a chill.

While feeling frightened, he was also furious, his face dark as if he were about to devour someone. He turned his head and glared fiercely in the direction where Aresta was.

Damn it, trying to take me down too…

He couldn’t say this out loud. In his field of vision, beside Bishop Aresta, he saw five clerics wearing white robes. They had all dismounted from their beasts, and the golden light around them had not yet dissipated. These people walked in front of the young bishop, lining up in a row. They didn’t even glance in his direction, frowning slightly as they focused their gaze on the area completely submerged in white light.

The Grand Knight didn’t know these people.

It wasn’t because the First Knight Order rarely interacted with the faithful, in fact, many of the faithful he met here were not very familiar to him, or he had only just met them recently.

Take Laryx for example; although such individuals often acted arrogantly and put on airs, they usually didn’t get along well with knights. But once on the battlefield, they became reliable comrades, and cooperation was usually smooth. However, the people around Aresta were different.

Exactly how they were different, the Grand Knight couldn’t explain. He just felt… since they arrived, apart from Aresta, they never communicated with anyone else. Not only were they unfamiliar with the knights of Grace’s Balance, but they also seemed to be unknown to other members of the faith. They were like unknown figures, arrogant but much stronger than imagined.

The miracle “Nefelada White Wings”…

The Grand Knight didn’t notice that several of them performed it together, but the incantation time was almost nonexistent, arriving instantly with shocking power. He couldn’t think of how Mr. Carlos could escape from such an instantaneous, indiscriminate, terrifying attack. Even among the faithful, few priests could achieve such a level of skill.

Are these really people of the faith…

The Grand Knight took a deep breath.

He didn’t loudly question why such a lethal miracle without restraint was suddenly used. At this moment, it wouldn’t be wise to do so. The Grand Knight already understood in his heart that Bishop Aresta’s attitude toward Mr. Carlos seemed not to be merely about capturing him to activate the “God Chain.”

Aresta had the intention of letting him die here.

Perhaps he was still hesitating, but at least he had already harbored such thoughts.

So, what should we do now…

His thoughts raced, and the Grand Knight suppressed his emotions. When Aresta’s gaze quietly swept over, he turned back, avoiding eye contact and staring ahead.

In front, the blinding white light was gradually dissipating.

From the beginning to the end of the attack, there were no earth-shattering sounds, no heart-stopping explosions. But when the hot light quietly dispersed, and the white feathers fell, countless indistinguishable holes dotted the barren land, covered by the miracle “Nefelada White Wings.”

The area had already been riddled by the rays of light raining down from the sky, leaving no intact spot to land on.

Yet…

The Grand Knight saw it. Carlos Gonzales, the Papal Knight, was still standing there, standing on the scorched earth shrouded in mist, like an unyielding ancient tree, his figure straight and upright.

“Sss—”

The Grand Knight sucked in a breath of air.

This was impossible…

That man, having withstood such a shocking assault, was completely unharmed!

He heard the commotion around him. The light ahead dissipated, and Carlos stood holding his sword, right at the center of the scorched earth ravaged by divine miracles. The golden chains that had previously locked his feet had long since been broken by the man, turning into golden streams of light and disappearing into the steamy air. The man’s pale hair fell loose from behind his head, and the tattered clothes he wore were stained with both dried and fresh blood, dripping “pitter-patter” onto his sleeves and the ground below.

The man did not move.

Most of his face was hidden by his hair, making it impossible to see clearly.

Yet, the appearance of his blood-soaked body, combined with the fierce aura emanating from within him, made the Grand Knight and the elite group involuntarily step back.

No…

He wasn’t completely fine…

Drip, drip, drip.

Fresh red blood flowed down from the hem of Carlos’s tattered robe and from the arm whose sleeve had been torn off, continuously falling onto the soft scorched earth beneath his feet.

That man… he was injured…

And this time, he was seriously wounded.

The Grand Knight took another step back.

His eyes were filled with doubt, his pupils slightly trembling. Unconsciously, he glanced in the direction of the Bishop.

At this moment, two thoughts quietly emerged in his heart.

To stop others from continuing to attack Mr. Carlos…

Or to take advantage of this opportunity to silence him once and for all.

The Grand Knight made his decision in less than a second—lifting his hand, pausing in the air for a moment, then suddenly swinging it down.

“…Seize him.”

The shout was not loud, just enough for everyone to hear.

“Go, follow me!”

“Faith团! Prepare for sin!”

Tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap…

Scattered footsteps echoed under the gray sky, on the barren earth, growing more intense, mixed with chaotic shouts. One, two, five, eight, more figures rushed past the Grand Knight’s side. Golden holy light flickered, blooming in the corner of their vision, chains rose, and holy spears whistled. At the same time, on the side of Bishop Aresta, two monks leaped and landed, quickly approaching Carlos’s position.

This time, no one hesitated.

Perhaps because…

They seemed truly able to capture Mr. Carlos.

“Huff…”

Amidst the swirling smoke, Carlos raised his head, looking at the warriors charging from all directions, at the holy spear flying overhead, and slowly exhaled.

His right hand tightly gripped the sword hilt, his body swayed, but then steadied again.

“…Huh.”

The man’s body trembled, yet for some reason, he couldn’t help but laugh. He dodged the sudden attack of the holy spear, using his blood-stained left hand to reach into his chest, pulling out a bundle of white cloth.

Swish—

Carlos stabbed his sword into the ground, quickly unraveling the cloth in his hand. Inside, it looked vaguely like a snack or food. The man stuffed it back into his chest, and the unfolded cloth “whooshed” in front of his eyes, transforming into a white cloak, which he wrapped around himself, fluttering behind him.

On the cloak, a pale gold iris flower quietly bloomed amidst the dust.

Ah…

What did he promise Lea?

How could I make such an unreasonable choice…

Carlos thought.

But even until now, he couldn’t give himself a clear answer.

Only the man understood one thing.

“Little Shirley…”

“When you wake up, your stomach will surely be hungry, right?”