Chapter 575: I Want to Go Home and Look Around

Chapter 575: I Want to Go Home and Look Around

The raging fire of light, like a slowly rising warm sun, illuminated the mountain slopes on both sides.

Simultaneously, it reflected upon Rasma's face, plunging it into shifting patterns of light and shadow.

"What... is this?"

Purr answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "This is the Light of Order, meow!"

Rasma lowered his head, looking at the black cat beside him.

The black cat, in turn, looked back at him with an earnest gaze.

One man and one cat fell into a brief and deep silence at this moment.

In truth, Rasma had never been an amiable person; in the entire clerical circle, almost no one would truly consider the former High Priest of the Order of Order as a kind, good-tempered old grandfather.

One had to understand that the internal political struggles of a single York City district were already so dangerous and treacherous, so how many challenges must a man have endured, and how many skulls must he have stepped on, to ascend to that position step by step?

Under normal circumstances, if this black cat dared to speak to him like that, it would have been dead long ago, regardless of its true identity.

Yet Purr still dared to look the former High Priest in the eye and continue talking nonsense.

Earlier, Karen had loudly shouted the title of "High Priest" toward this place, causing Valotti's heart to instantly turn to ash because Valotti knew he no longer had any chance of survival, not a single shred.

At this moment, Karen unleashed a powerful force of light right in front of the former High Priest, but Purr did not feel much panic.

For no other reason than that Dis was not yet dead.

Confidence stemmed from strength; only by speaking from a foundation of strength could one display the wit, humor, banter, and playfulness that appeared in human interactions.

Rasma nodded and said very deeply:

"Yes, it is the Light of Order."

Purr’s tail curled slightly into an elegant arc as it strutted past Rasma, its cat face turned toward the place in the valley where the light was brightest:

"So, little Rasma, do you still want to take Karen as your student?"

Rasma fell silent.

One had to remember that earlier, he had been twirling his quill, saying that he was the true examiner and that no matter what kind of score Karen achieved, he would take Karen as his student.

Now, silence represented the opposite meaning.

Within Rasma’s mind, too many thoughts were violently colliding—too much incomprehension, too much absurdity, too many contradictions.

Originally, in his plan, giving Karen the status of his student would allow the young man to receive true attention from the upper echelons in his future development, attention that could detach him from his grandfather's influence and make him a true cleric of Order.

Because although Wiek was currently being suppressed due to his relationship with him, once Norton’s faction completely integrated the internal power contradictions of the Church, they would give Wiek double compensation for his sake. If Karen became his student, it would certainly be the same.

However, Rasma truly did not dare now to endorse a young man who was highly

"For this, you would even give up the position of High Priest ahead of time, tsk...

Little Lasma, you truly are something else."

"Sometimes, I don't really have a choice, because reality is right before us. You asked me earlier whether I would strike at Dis after I successfully condensed a fragment of divinity here." Lasma reached out and pointed downward, "Now, I have yet another reason to strike."

...

"Light, Light, you are a remnant of Light!!!"

Valotti's roar echoed through the valley, and at this moment, what welled up within his heart was a kind of pleasant surprise; he suddenly felt that tonight's moonlight had become bright and beautiful once more.

That grand figure standing on the hillside, did you see it? This is a remnant of Light!

Compared to Valotti's excitement, Karen appeared far more composed; he actually could have avoided exposure, following Lasma's advice to simply endure with Order's purification and wait for the rescue.

But humans are, after all, emotional creatures; there are times when choices are made where sensibility overpowers rationality.

Especially earlier, when Dis's phantom appeared to help him break through the influence of the Wolf of Time, that yearning to perform had grown increasingly intense.

It was like a child eating dinner at home whose spoon dropped to the floor; the person next to him told him to leave it and they would pick it up, yet you still stubbornly climbed down from the chair to retrieve it and sat back down, then waited with an expectant look for a word of praise from your grandfather:

"Look, my grandson is so good!"

Though doing this was a bit too inconsiderate of the former High Priest's dignity... but, so what?

Before you, Lord High Priest, condensed a fragment of divinity, you could only be a priest in the church on Mink Street.

Karen was best at reading psychology, and he clearly sensed that he was currently... floating.

Floating very high, floating tremendously.

All of this stemmed from tonight's assassination, which had brought him back to his doorstep ahead of schedule and outside of his plans.

In Karen's original plan, he wanted to wait until he was strong enough before returning home;

First, he would go to the kitchen at home to prepare the dishes and stew the soup, then go to the washroom to fill the bathtub with warm water, and finally, go wake his grandfather up, letting him wash up before coming to the dining room to eat.

This scene had been envisioned and simulated by Karen in his heart and dreams many, many times.

Yet no matter how meticulous a plan was, when the torrent of emotion erupted, it would become completely defenseless.

Karen began to step forward, the abundant accumulation of spiritual power allowing him to give the greatest possible release to the Fire of Light at this moment; given Valotti's current state, abandoning the chance for close-quarters combat to switch to a clash of spells was truly unprofitable.

Especially now, he seemed to have identified an opportunity; he did not think that grand figure would let him go, but he felt that after seeing Karen use the power of Light, that grand figure would no longer save Karen.

Therefore, Valotti began to abandon the defense and stalemate that could have continued, choosing instead to pay the price of letting his own soul bathe in the Fire of Light to pour the pollution completely over Karen.

Even if he could not kill this young man, he would utterly ruin him; this was likely the final bit of pride and persistence of this excellent assassin.

Thick atmospheres of negative attributes such as calamity, curses, and depravity began to encircle Karen; they were so loathsome, yet they felt so familiar.

Using his own soul as bait, Valotti forcibly gathered the Fire of Light released by Karen to his side, creating an opportunity for these pollutions to touch Karen at close range.

Karen stopped his steps, lifted his head, and looked diagonally upward at Valotti whose soul was melting away, a smile appearing on his face, a smile carrying pity, but not much.

The next moment, Lasma's figure appeared beside Valotti.

Valotti: "..."

Countless curse words, countless resentments, countless emotions Valotti wanted to express, yet he seemed to have forgotten how to do so.

Why do you still appear, why do you still come to protect him, why can't you give me even the last tiniest chance?

Are you blind? Did you not see the Fire of Light burning upon my soul? It is so prosperous, so intense!

You are the former High Priest of the Church of Order!

Lasma's appearance marked that this inherently unfair duel was about to draw an unfair period.

Because the impact of pollution on a person was great; even if it did not affect life in the end, it would affect a person's future.

Lasma could watch Karen get beaten until his head bled and he was heavily injured, but he could not watch Karen suffer irreversible trauma for a lifetime; this was not a standard he set for himself, but the threshold of what he believed the old man lying in bed could accept.

However, before Lasma could strike, Karen withdrew all of his own defenses, drawing away all the remaining Fire of Light that could still briefly hinder the pollution's approach, gathering it entirely toward Valotti's soul to accelerate his death.

Meanwhile, he himself was instantly enveloped by the dense pollution—no, he was soaked in it!

Lasma's eyes widened immediately,

At this instant, his emotions completely spun out of control,

And he cursed at Karen:

"You animal!!!"

Lasma even suspected whether this kid had received some kind of provocation within the Church of Order, experiencing too much unfair treatment and suppression, and consequently took advantage of this opportunity to simply use his own life to drag the Temple of Order to the grave with him!

But very quickly, when Lasma prepared to strike and hastily draw out these pollutions, he suddenly discovered that Karen still stood in the dead center of the pollution as if no one else were around, and upon his face, not a shred of pain could be seen.

And this scene was also witnessed by Valotti, who felt a sense of disdain.

In the first half of the night, he was a dashing assassin, a man who dared to launch an assassination against the Chief Bishop of the Church of Order;

In the second half of the night, he was a ridiculous fool, like a piece of plasticine being casually kneaded and deformed by someone, then tossed casually into a nearby smelly ditch.

He could accept the trepidation of fate now, yet the true ending was humiliation, humiliation, and more humiliation!

Within the vortex of pollution, many human faces and beast faces were exerting a spiritual pull upon Karen, but compared to when his hunger addiction flared up, these were truly far too lacking in meaning.

His own body had been remodeled by Ragnedal and had absorbed the divine bone of the Goddess of the Dark Moon; his own soul had constantly resisted the backlash of the laws of Order;

The pollution before his eyes really amounted to nothing.

The previously injured Qianmei began to fly out with extreme excitement, devouring these miscellaneous things in large gulps; these were all its nourishment, and it didn't need to worry about being counter-bitten, as it could just run back into Karen's body to digest after eating its fill.

Karen slowly raised his arm, toward the sky above, and opened his palm.

The scorching Fire of Light condensed into a massive palm, and along with the clenching of Karen's hand, the giant palm of light contracted; Valotti, situated in the central area, was completely snuffed out like a mosquito!

Lowering his arm, the Fire of Light dissipated, the source of pollution dissipated, and the wind also came to a standstill, leaving only the moonlight in the sky, still spilling down.

Stuffed to the brim, Qianmei, with its left eye glowing red and its right eye glowing green, its body adorned with a dazzling array of colors, looking precisely like a leech that had succumbed to who knows how many poisons, returned contentedly into Karen's body.

This fight was very unfair, but Karen fought very comfortably; not only was the running-in under the new realm thoroughly completed, but there were also many additional harvests.

If a comparison had to be made, taking Inquisitor Qihe as an example, his past self before him had basically no ability to fight back, relying only on the special situation at that time to allow himself to use the Spear of Punishment to make an attack akin to scratching an itch;

His current self, though an Adjudicator, could easily knead Qihe to death through close combat, spells, and various other means.

He had too many pendants on him, and too many "faiths" as well; these would all cause his realm elevation to be very difficult and slow, but by the same token, every time he pulled up a layer, these "pendants" could exert a greater amplifying effect.

Even a "stitched corpse monster" like Valotti did not gain the slightest advantage when comparing the abundance of means with him.

In short, he had to thank Lasma for creating this opportunity for a "sparring partner" that could almost be called the luxury among luxuries.

Lasma's form descended, standing beside Karen, his gaze patrolling over Karen's body once; after confirming the other party had not suffered the slightest influence from the pollution, instead of putting his heart at ease, that heart was raised even higher.

Because this meant that this young man still possessed even more secrets that had not been displayed to him.

"Take that female dragon, leave this place, and go receive the rewards of the Holy Church."

The matter of taking him as a student was directly left unmentioned.

Karen did not move.

At this moment, Purr ran down from the hillside, cursing as she ran: "Stinky Lasma, you didn't bring me along when you came down, don't you know my legs are short and running down is very exhausting!"

Lasma continued: "The female dragon has had her memories of today sealed by me; when the high-level officials of the Holy Church investigate this matter, they will know it was my doing. This place is currently a taboo of the Holy Church, so it won't involve this cat; you only need to claim the credit with peace of mind."

Karen still didn't move.

Rathma spoke up and asked, "What is it, do you have something else on your mind?"

Karen turned around, facing Rathma,

and smiled, saying:

"Father, I want to go home and take a look."