vncnus Chapter 12 The Holy Light of Angels Shines Everywhere, Evil Has Nowhere to Hide!
Chapter 12 The Holy Light of Angels Shines Everywhere, Evil Has Nowhere to Hide!
Above the sky, the azure waves belonging to the sea god gradually receded, as if the tide had returned to the sea, leaving only a clear and pure sky that had been washed clean of all impurities.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of golden light broke the silence.
At first it was just a wisp, as faint as the first light of dawn, but in an instant, this wisp of golden light swept across the entire sky like a wildfire!
That was no ordinary light; it was pure to the extreme, sacred to the extreme, as if it could purify all the filth in the world—holy radiance!
Accompanied by faint, grand hymns, countless white feathers and shadows descended from the sky, each feather radiating a warm yet majestic aura.
Amidst these sacred and wondrous phenomena, the golden characters representing glory and the pinnacle slowly coalesced, like a blazing sun hanging above the heads of all living beings.
[Top Ten Martial Souls in Douluo Continent]
[TOP3 - Six-winged Angels!]
Wuhun City, Pope Mountain.
At this moment, this sacred mountain, which symbolizes the faith of all Soul Masters across the continent, was completely abuzz with excitement!
"It's an angel! It's the martial spirit of the Angel God!"
"May Heaven bless the Spirit Hall! May Heaven bless the Qian family!"
"Third place! This is a miracle! This is a true miracle!"
Neither the armored paladins nor the cardinals in their robes could suppress their inner fervor at this moment.
They all dropped what they were doing and knelt down devoutly in the direction of the temple and the six-winged angel totem on the sky.
For the members of the Spirit Hall, the Six-Winged Angel is not just a spirit; it is a belief, a totem, and the cornerstone upon which the Spirit Hall was established and has stood at the pinnacle of the continent for thousands of years!
Deep within the imperial palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Inside the Crown Prince's palace, a refined-looking young man with a gentle demeanor stood with his hands behind his back by the window.
He—or rather, she—was Qian Renxue, disguised as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
As she watched the familiar six wings spread out in the sky, a sharp and arrogant golden light flashed in Qian Renxue's originally gentle eyes.
At this moment, the blood in his body seemed to be summoned and began to boil violently. The six-winged angel martial spirit hidden under the disguise was humming with a desire for battle.
"Third place..."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly, her slender fingers gripping the window frame tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
"Only third place?" she murmured, her tone carrying a hint of the resentment that comes with being a favored daughter of heaven.
"My Qian family has inherited divine blood for generations, making us the rulers of the sky and the embodiment of light. This celestial realm actually believes there are two martial souls superior to angels?"
Her gaze swept over the previous rankings of the Sea Gods, a cold and arrogant smile curving her lips:
"However, since it has surpassed the Sea God, it is well-deserved. In the end, the angels of my Qian family are superior."
This conflicting feeling was intertwined within her.
On one hand, she was proud of her family's glory, after all, this was the third place that had risen to power by stepping on the sea god.
On the other hand, her pursuit of perfection and determination to reach the top left her with a deep sense of resentment at failing to win the championship.
"Who exactly are the top two? Could there really be something more powerful than a god-level martial soul in this world?" A fierce competitive spirit ignited in Qian Renxue's eyes.
The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.
In stark contrast to the cheers and jubilation outside, the hall, a symbol of supreme power, was filled with a suffocatingly cold and oppressive atmosphere.
Pope Bibidon sat high on her jeweled throne, her hand gripping the scepter that symbolized power.
Her exquisite and elegant face was now filled with gloom, her phoenix eyes fixed on the holy six-winged angel in the sky, her eyes surging with boundless hatred and disgust.
"Six-winged angel... Senka..."
Bibi Dong's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a chilling coldness.
Every ray of holy light falling from the sky seemed like the most vicious mockery to her.
The more sacred the radiance, the more it reminded her of the nightmare that changed the course of her life—Chihiro!
That hypocritical man who ruined her with the most despicable means possessed this so-called "sacred" martial soul!
"Heh... Holy? Light?" Bibi Dong sneered, her laughter both mournful and insane.
"It's nothing but a filthy shell in a glamorous guise! The most hypocritical martial spirit in the world, ranked third? It's utterly ridiculous!"
Her purplish-black soul power overflowed uncontrollably; it was the evil aura of the Rakshasa god, forming a stark contrast with the holy light of the angels in the sky.
"Line up, line up as much as you want..." Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart.
"The higher you stand, the harder you fall. One day, I will personally break the wings of this angel and bury this false light completely!"
Just as the various forces had different thoughts, the golden light in the sky began to flow again, starting to write the legend of the six-winged angel.
[Reason for inclusion: Sacred fire, Lord of light, bloodline continues forever!]
[Evaluation: The Six-Winged Angel, the emperor among divine-level martial souls. It embodies the three ultimate attributes of holiness, light, and fire.]
It possesses the ability to purify all negative states and the fiery judgment that burns away all evil in the world. In sun-drenched lands, the soul power recovery speed and combat strength of angelic soul masters will receive a terrifying boost!
What's even more chilling is that, unlike the random appearance of the Sea God Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel possesses an extremely stable bloodline inheritance!
Those who awaken the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul will surely be favored by the Angel God, possessing innate soul power of level twenty!
boom--!
If the Sea God's "Level 20 Innate" was a shocking isolated case before, then the words "stable inheritance" at this moment are like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into the hearts of all forces on the continent.
On the Sun and Moon Continent, countless Soul Tool Masters gazed at the sky, their blueprints scattered on the ground.
"A stable, inherited level 20 innate talent?! How is that possible?!"
"This means that as long as this family survives, each generation will produce a peerless genius who starts as a Great Soul Master and is destined to become a Title Douluo!"
"Is this why the Spirit Hall has been able to rule the Douluo Continent for thousands of years? It's terrifying... This kind of foundation is simply despair-inducing!"
The royal family members of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire were also ashen-faced.
They finally understood why even when the two great empires joined forces, they could only barely hold off the Spirit Hall.
Faced with the mass production capacity of such divine bloodlines, mortal armies appear so pale and powerless.
However, Tianmu's evaluation did not end there. The following words forced even those who harbored resentment towards the Spirit Hall to fall silent.
[The duty of angels: Where the light shines, evil cannot arise.]
[The Thousand Families have inherited the Angelic Martial Soul for generations; though ambitious, they also bear the ancient vow to protect the continent.]
In that dark age when evil spirit masters ran rampant and countless lives were lost, it was the six-winged angels, wielding holy swords and bathed in blood, who nailed those evil beings who fed on human flesh to the judgment seat one by one.
Although there is conflict on the mainland today, evil spirit masters are almost extinct. Half the credit for this peace goes to the angels.
Regardless of how future generations judge the merits and demerits of the Spirit Hall, the contributions of the Angel race to humanity cannot be denied.
As soon as this text was published, the entire continent fell into an eerie silence.
Those who were cursing the Spirit Hall for its tyranny were now speechless.
The older generation of Soul Masters looked at the sky, their eyes revealing a hint of reminiscence and awe.
Yes, they had heard the legends from their ancestors.
In that terrifying era, evil spirit masters ran rampant, and massacring villages and destroying cities was commonplace.
It was the Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall who, with the radiance of angels, drove away the darkness.
"Although I don't like the way the Spirit Hall does things..." Flander pushed up his glasses and sighed at Shrek Academy.
"But we must admit that without their suppression of evil spirit masters, this continent would have long become a living hell."
Master Yu Xiaogang also fell silent.
He had a complicated past with Bibi Dong and complex feelings towards the Spirit Hall, but looking at this assessment, he could only nod slightly:
"The angel's attribute of light is indeed the nemesis of all evil martial souls. No one can match that."
Qian Daoliu stood in front of the offering hall, looking at this text, his eyes slightly moist.
"Ancestors...can you see this?" Qian Daoliu's voice trembled.
"The world has not forgotten, the heavens have not forgotten. The blood of my thousand families was not shed in vain!"
At that moment, the image of the six-winged angel became incredibly lofty in the hearts of people.
Powerful, sacred, stable, protective.
Such a martial soul, with perfect attributes, a perfect start, and perfect achievements, is simply the darling of the creator and the epitome of perfection.
"What flaws could there possibly be?"
"Yes, innate level 20, god-level attributes, and the ability to suppress evil—this is practically invincible!"
"I can't think of any weakness a six-winged angel could possibly have, no matter how hard I try."
Soul Masters across the continent were buzzing with discussion. In their view, the Six-Winged Angel had reached the ultimate form of a Martial Soul, an insurmountable peak.
however.
Just when everyone thought this chapter would end with a perfect hymn, the image on the sky suddenly paused.
The once sacred and magnificent golden background was suddenly stained with a faint, yet chilling, blood-red hue.
The stirring hymn came to an abrupt end, replaced by a heavy sigh that made one's heart stop.
[Drawbacks and shortcomings: ...]
Everyone's pupils contracted sharply, and their hearts leaped into their throats.
Where praise should have been written, a line of chilling, icy words slowly appeared.
The words were no longer gold, but a dark red like dried blood!
Seeing this scene, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This was a secret passed down through the Qian family and had never been told to anyone.
Now, this secret is about to be revealed to the public!