I have a role in the heavens

Ivan Vincent looked indifferent, standing on the sea, quietly watching the only legendary peak knight among humans come to an end and be buried in the turbulent sea.

Every powerful man at the peak of the legend is a big figure who can influence the world situation. Such people are called saints in the Church of Truth. Originally, there were only eight people. After the last war, two fell and one betrayed and died. After death, one became the Pope, and only half of them were left. Even including the King of Angels, there were only five peak legends. Now that Melmoth was killed by Ivan Vincent, the strength of the church declined again, and only half of them were left. Three saints and a king of angels.

The fall of Melmoth seemed to have alarmed Benedict III, who was far away in the Great Hall of Light in the Holy City of Reims. His beard and hair stood erect, shrouded in holy light, he looked holy and noble, and his eyes were filled with bright holy light, faintly A world of seven levels of Heavenly Mountain emerged. On the first six levels, kneeling was a six-winged seraph, pious and powerful. These six seraphs are legendary magicians. They were plotted by Viken and refined into puppets. The seventh floor is empty. Mercantron, the King of Angels, has not returned yet and is helping the church stabilize the situation in the holy city of Reims and deter the dark council that is ready to move.

Benedict III wore a gold crown on his head and held a platinum scepter tightly in his hand. He looked at the Storm Strait with sharp eyes and a sinister look on his face, which he said with an angry look.

"Ivan Vincent, you blasphemer, you dare to disobey the Lord's will and offend the Lord's glory. Sooner or later you will fall into hell and be tortured!"

The frost on Ivan Vincent's stern face suddenly melted, and a bright smile bloomed. His mouth opened, and a pair of white and neat teeth were exposed. Ivan Vincent seemed to have heard some joke and made an extremely exaggerated sound. Laughing, leaning forward and back, holding my belly with both hands, laughing until my whole body was weak.

"Viken, you are too funny and too deep into the drama. Do you really think you can hide it from everyone?"

"Do you really think you can hide your little tricks from me?!"

"I direct and act myself, like a clown. I am both the God of Truth and the Pope. How interesting!"

"A true god who claims to be omniscient and omnipotent actually dares not even enter his own kingdom of God for fear that he will be swallowed up by this world. How can you be so embarrassed and shameless to claim that you are the Lord of Creation and the Almighty God!"

"It's so funny. Do you want to laugh me to death and inherit my wealth just like you inherited the legacy of Sun King Thanos?"

"It's a pity that I don't have a son like you, so I won't leave my inheritance to you!"

He doesn't hit people in the face, he doesn't expose his shortcomings when he scolds them, Ivan Vinson revealed all the details of Viken, leaving no secrets to Viken.

Viken's face suddenly changed, and he was extremely livid. The pupils in his eyes shrank, flashing with a fierce gaze. He held the platinum scepter tightly in his palm, and his veins popped out. He was extremely frightened. He did not expect that Ivan Vincent actually knew everything. Well, how is this possible? Everyone who knew about it was killed. No one knew that he was the God of Truth, and no one knew that he was Viken. How did Ivan Vincent know these secrets?

"Who told you, who else is alive?"

Viken's voice was full of murderous intent, wanton and awe-inspiring, with astonishing momentum. The situation changed. The entire holy city of Lance was shrouded in dazzling holy light, and his peak god-like strength was fully demonstrated. With one step, Viken was about to head to the Storm Strait to eliminate Ivan Vincent, the insider. He would never allow anyone to know his secret.

Suddenly, the day disappeared and the night sky fell. Suddenly, a silver moon rose slowly and hung high in the starry sky. Its silver light shone and swayed down. It fell outside the holy city of Reims and turned into a little girl with blond hair and red eyes. It was Aitna, the Lord of Silver Moon. This little girl had a cute expression and a sinister character. She stared at Viken with a fierce light in her eyes and said innocently.

"You are not allowed to come out!"

"Come out and I'll beat you!"

Aitna had a fierce look, and raised her white and tender little fist, waving it twice as if in demonstration. This born god seemed to be a little white rabbit who was inexperienced in the world, but it had tiger teeth. Anyone who dares to underestimate her will surely die miserably.

Just when Viken raised the platinum scepter, the holy light shone, and was about to forcefully repel the Lord of Silver Moon and go to fight Ivan Vincent, an extremely chaotic aura filled the air from the void, bloody and evil, Chaos, full of contradictions and tyranny, an ugly flesh ball opened the door to time and space, full of disgusting tentacles and eyes, chaotic, wildly twisting, tentacles stretched out, spreading in space, dancing crazily, towards Viken Attack away.

"snort!"

Viken roared angrily, and the energy of the platinum scepter exploded. His whole body suddenly lit up with a layer of milky hazy light, conveying a solemn and holy meaning that could not be looked directly at. A majestic, sacred, transcendent, and condescending power slowly emerged. , gushes out from an inexplicable height, covering the holy city of Reims and the surrounding areas.

Feeling this majestic power, the expressions of cardinals, holy knights, cardinals and other clergy as well as ordinary believers in the holy city of Reims became gentle and peaceful, with indescribable touches. This is the breath of the Lord and the strength!

The bright and dazzling holy light shot out, purifying and evaporating the tentacles extended by the chaotic meat ball. There was a bloody mouth on the meat ball, and a miserable cry was made. More tentacles appeared, dancing crazily, Slapping the void, space cracks emerged, which was extremely terrifying.

A trace of anger also appeared in Silver Moon Aitna's dull eyes. She swung out her little fist, shaking the space. The silver glow turned into a waning moon, as if it was the sharpest weapon in the world, streaking across the void, instantly He disappeared in front of everyone, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Viken, with an extremely sharp edge and slashed hard.

Viken felt an extremely sharp edge, with the aura of cutting off everything. His hair exploded, his muscles tensed up, his eyes focused, and he swung the platinum scepter in his hand fiercely, hitting the silver-white curved man. Moon, the holy light shines, the moon shines brightly, boom! A loud noise shook the entire holy city of Lance, and countless people screamed in panic, stunned by the god-like battle in front of them.

The holy light gathered behind Viken. Countless believers knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. Hundreds of thousands of believers appeared with streaks of holy light floating in the air. The holy light merged and turned into a sea of ​​light. The entire holy city was Becoming a heavenly being, rejecting all power except the Holy Light, Viken's momentum skyrocketed and his power increased, surpassing Silver Moon Aitna and the Will of the Abyss.

Viken's heart sank, he knelt down on one knee and prayed devoutly. He wanted to use the divine descending technique, even if it caused the body of Benedict III to collapse and fall.

The whole person suddenly lit up with a layer of milky hazy light, conveying a solemn and holy meaning that could not be looked directly at. A majestic, sacred, transcendent, and condescending power slowly emerged, emerging from an inexplicable height, covering the holy city of Reims and the surrounding areas. area covered. Feeling this power, cardinals, holy knights, cardinals and other clergy as well as ordinary believers in the holy city of Reims broke free from the shock brought by the stars, and their expressions became gentle and peaceful, with indescribable touches. This is the breath and power of the Lord!

"You are one and ten thousand."

"It's a moment, but it's also eternity."

Hundreds of thousands of people followed Benedict III in prayer. Under the influence of that inexplicable power, they all became uniform, creating an exaggerated and terrifying resonance, ethereal, vast, and spectacular. When the prayers gathered into a torrent, Pope Benedict III pointed the scepter in his hand, and a sudden change occurred in mid-air!

In the center of the sky, a bit of milky white holy light lit up inexplicably. It grew larger and larger, and quickly developed into a light group comparable to the sun and artificial planets. Waves of melodious and soul-cleansing chants came out from the light group, making the surrounding sky holy and pure. The dark starry sky was completely illuminated by this light cluster, and the sound of ethereal and moving chants could be vaguely heard in the ears.

A look of shock appeared on Silver Moon Aitna's cute face, and there was a bit of cunning in her red eyes. The moonlight fell, and her body dissipated, blending into the starry sky and Silver Moon, quietly receding, leaving only the chaotic will of the abyss. He was like a madman, twisting his extremely stinking body, wildly dancing his tentacles covered with eyes, vibrating his origin, and slammed into the Pope.

The light group became clearer and clearer, and it seemed to be divided into seven layers. The first layer was a pair of beautiful angels with wings and countless white souls playing pianos, harps, recorders, and French horns, and singing hymns in praise of the true God. The second floor all the way to the fifth floor is a similar scene of joy, without any trace of distress or sorrow. The types of angels have changed, and their wings have gradually increased, and angels of power, angels of power, angels of wisdom, etc. have appeared. On the sixth floor, there are six six-winged seraphs with flickering lights and shadows. They each occupy one side and appear to be clustered on the seventh floor. On the seventh floor, apart from the endless light that no one can see through, there is only a Seraph holding a book and crawling under the light, as if serving at the feet of the God of Truth.

In the light group, all the angels lit up with holy light. They gathered together and expanded rapidly together with the infinite light from the seventh layer, submerging the entire sky like a sea!

"Roar!"

The Will of the Abyss let out a shrill scream, the sound was terrifying, the flesh ball became tattered, all the tentacles had disappeared, black blood spilled, the smell was extremely fishy, ​​the door of time and space opened again, the Will of the Abyss retreated, and he was captured by the god Injured by the falling spell, the source is damaged and needs time to repair.

The appearance of Benedict III has also undergone tremendous changes. His hair is all gray and dull, giving people a feeling that his vitality is about to be exhausted. His face has become extremely old, wrinkled, his eyes are extremely cloudy, and his body is stooped. His back is bent, and the palm holding the platinum scepter is skinny, with loose wrinkles and age spots. At this time, Pope Benedict III is like a dying old man, who is about to enter the end of his life. The fire of life flickers and dances, and may be extinguished at any time.

Feeling the condition of this body, Viken frowned, his old and turbid eyes full of unwillingness. He looked up again, looking at Ivan Vincent standing in the thunder and lightning storm, and felt the same kind of feeling in the other person. Shen Qi sighed and slowly spoke.

"Ivan Vincent, you are lucky this time. If Silver Moon and the Will of the Abyss hadn't stopped you, I would have killed you!"

Ivan Vincent's face was full of disdain, the corners of his mouth raised up, and he let out a sneer. With a step of his foot, the door of time and space opened, he stepped into it, and disappeared.

Outside the holy city of Reims, the figure of Ivan Vincent appeared, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking down at all living beings, his eyes indifferent and ruthless, like a true god, standing high in the Kingdom of God, controlling the fate of ordinary people.

"Viken, I'm here, what can you do to me?"

"Don't tell me that you are as weak as you are now. Even if you are at your peak, there is nothing you can do to me. The Divine Descendant Technique can repel the Lord of Silver Moon and the Will of the Abyss!"

"But it's of no use to me. Even if you have a platinum scepter and can use the power of Heaven Mountain, you can't do anything to me!"

Viken's expression changed, and the old palm holding the platinum scepter was harder. His eyes were extremely wary, and the already weakened aura in his body plummeted again. His eyes struggled unwillingly. Viken felt his own state, although he used his magic Benedict III's soul bore most of the backlash of the magic, but it still inevitably affected his soul consciousness. After weighing it in his mind, Wenken actually turned around and fell into the Great Hall of Light, changing without fighting. Dare and Ivan Vincent continued to shout.

"A shy turtle who only hides in dark corners and plots against others, making people look down upon him!"

"Creak! Crack!"

Viken's teeth were almost broken, and his anger surged, but he had to endure it. He knew that as long as he stepped out of the holy city of Lance, he would be severely injured by Ivan Vincent, and he would most likely fall into a deep sleep. This is a price he cannot bear. It is very likely that when he wakes up, the Church of Truth has dissipated.

Ivan Vincent looked at Viken who had given up and curled his lips. Viken was now huddled in the holy city of Reims. Even he could not kill him completely. There was no point in staying any longer. He turned around and disappeared into the gate of time and space, returning to Alinge.

Arlinge, in the Supreme Council meeting room, all the members of the council were clearly there. They all learned about Ivan Vincent from Morris's mouth, and were discussing how to support Ivan Vincent.

"Be prepared for a full-scale war, Ivan Vincent can't afford to lose anything!"

"Inform the Council President and the others that the exploration of the world of the dead is temporarily suspended until the future!"

"Tell the nobles of the Four Kingdoms to prepare the epic knights. This time it will be a tough battle!"

"Contact the Dark Council and let them seize the opportunity!"

Everyone has strong fighting spirit in their bodies, and their faces are serious. No matter what, the Magic Council must not lose a great arcanist, even if it means an all-out war with the Church of Truth.

"Oh, it's so lively!"

"What are you trying to do? Why do you all look so evil? Who are you planning to cause trouble for?"

Ivan Vincent looked at the fighting spirit of everyone, and was slightly moved in his heart, but his face was cynical, and he asked in a teasing tone.

"Ivan Vincent!"

"You're back, you're not in danger, right?"

"How many enemies are coming from the Southern Church?"

When everyone saw Ivan Vincent standing in the gate of time and space, they all stood up in surprise, with concern on their faces, and asked hurriedly.

Ivan Vincent stepped out of the gate of time and space, the magic behind him dissipated, he sat on the chair calmly and said with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. There is only one person from the church this time, and I have already killed him. The church will not send any more people in a short period of time!"

"call!"

When everyone heard that the Southern Church had only sent one person, they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The sound of exhalation was clearly audible, and their hearts finally settled in their stomachs.

"Whoever the church sent was so unlucky that he was killed by you. It would be great if it was a Holy Spirit priest or an epic knight. The death of a legendary strongman would be enough for the Southern Church to be heartbroken for a long time!"

"What are you thinking? How could the Southern Church send out a legendary strongman? If they were killed by His Excellency Ivan Vincent, how could they react so calmly if they didn't fight tooth and nail?!"

"You are right, but even a ninth-level golden knight or cardinal is not bad. It can reduce the power of the church!"

Everyone was talking about it, and they didn't notice Ivan Vincent's desire to explain at all, they were just happy.

"Cough cough cough!"

Ivan Vincent pretended to cough twice to attract everyone's attention, and then explained with a bit of helplessness.

"This time, the Southern Church has sent the Holy Avenger, Melmoth!"

"What, Melmoth, the epic knight at the pinnacle of legend!"

"Your Excellency Ivan Vincent, you killed Melmoth, the leader of the Knights Templar. This is simply unbelievable!"

"That's Melmoth, a saint of the Southern Church, a powerful man who can really influence the situation on the mainland!"

"Now, the Southern Church is probably going to be heartbroken, and our Magic Council must also be prepared to fight. The fall of Melmoth is no small matter. Even if the Church is unwilling, it will go to war, otherwise it will not be able to appease all the clergy! "

"No need, the Southern Church no longer has the strength to wage war against us!"

"Pope Benedict III just had a battle with the Lord of the Silver Moon, Aitna, and the Will of the Abyss. He once again used the divine descending technique. His strength is in a period of decline and he doesn't dare to do it at all!"

"I just went to the Holy City of Reims, and Benedict III gave in. He cowered in the Great Hall of Light and didn't dare to fight me!"

When everyone in the Magic Council heard this, they looked at each other, and bright smiles instantly appeared on their faces. The cheers shook the entire conference room, arousing the curiosity of the magicians outside.

"Great. During this period, Pope Benedict III forcibly performed the divine magic twice in a row. He must have paid a heavy price. He will not be able to return to his peak condition within ten years. In addition, Saint Melmoth If it falls, the Southern Church will have no time to take care of itself. We, the Magic Council, can develop as much as we can, maintain pressure on the Church, and attack the power of the Church with all our strength."

"For a long time in the future, the church will have to put its tail between its legs and be a good person. The Magic Council has indeed ushered in an opportunity for development and can shift its focus to cultivating new people!"

"That's right, many people in the parliament now have legendary qualifications. Laventi has already recognized the world semi-solidified, and will soon be promoted to legendary magician. Felipe of the Pale Hand also has legendary qualifications, at most In five years, we can hit the legendary realm!”

"There is also Fernando's student, Lucien Evans. He has an amazing talent for arcane magic. In just two years, he was promoted from a first-level magician to a high-level magician, and even became an eighth-level arcane magician. Magician, and even expected to become a great arcanist!"

The members of the Supreme Council discussed in full swing, and expressed their thoughts one after another, planning the next development of the Magic Council. They were full of passion and energy. It was rare that the Southern Church suffered a heavy blow. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they If we don't use it, it would be a waste of resources.

Since its establishment, the Magic Council has been struggling to develop under the suppression of the Church of Truth. It has been full of blood and tears. These members of the Supreme Council have had their families, lovers, friends, teachers, and students die at the hands of the Church of Truth. They have endured the humiliation and heavy burden. It can be said that it has been a lot of hard work to get to where it is now.