SCT-Novel Chapter 114 Chapter 114 The Final Judgment of the Holy War in the Royal Capital!
Chapter 114 Chapter 114 The Final Judgment of the Holy War in the Royal Capital!
Chapter 114 114. The Holy War's Final Judgment in the Royal Capital!
Seed of Life.
This thing, throughout the entire history of the Elven race, only existed as one, which is the treasure that gave the Elf Queen Lily Ace the confidence to let Fishley execute the Fire Seed Plan.
And when that one was born, no one remembers, perhaps it existed from the beginning…
Throughout history, the Seed of Life has been the supreme treasure of the Elven race. As long as there is a Seed of Life, the Ancient Tree of Life can exist forever.
It can be said that the Seed of Life is the continuation and incarnation of the Ancient Tree of Life.
And now, another Seed of Life has been born, and the Ancient Tree of Life has instructed Fishley to hand it over to the Pope of the Church of the Dawn.
The meaning of this is self-evident.
In the heart of the Ancient Tree of Life, the weight of the Dawn is now higher than that of the Elven race.
It can even be said directly that the Ancient Tree of Life desires the protection of the Dawn, and it believes that the Dawn can allow it to exist forever.
Since this is the case, there is no need to consider other things.
The Elven race must closely follow the Dawn and uphold the will of the Dawn.
"Is this what you want?"
Lily Ace led the crowd towards the Ancient Tree of Life, gently raised her hand and placed it on the Ancient Tree of Life.
In the next moment, an even more magnificent and grand will than before pulled everyone into a wonderful space.
Here, the surroundings were filled with the ultimate Law of Life.
"Dawn…"
A grand voice resounded in everyone's ears.
"Elven race… world…"
"Salvation is only in the Dawn!"
"Follow the Dawn, offer faith, embrace evolution…"
Gradually, consciousness returned to their bodies, but Lily Ace and the others had completely understood the will of the Ancient Tree of Life.
"Only by following the Dawn can the Elven race be great!"
"Only by believing in the Dawn can the world be saved!"
Lily Ace murmured with a resolute tone.
"Your Majesty, look!"
Suddenly, Locke pointed to the trunk of the World Tree in surprise.
On it, a very distinct cross mark appeared at some point.
"That is the banner of the Church of the Dawn!"
Fishley looked at Lily Ace seriously, rolled up her sleeves, and showed the cross flag tied to her wrist.
Lily Ace took a deep breath and looked at Locke and the others.
"Except for Locke, everyone else will be stationed at the Ancient Tree of Life to take care of the Elven race's newborn hope."
"Fishley, thank you for taking me and Locke to the Land of Origin!"
"We must personally visit His Holiness the Pope! The Elven race's faith must be personally conveyed to His Holiness the Pope!"
Fishley nodded happily.
"Yes! Your Majesty! What about the Fire Seed Plan…"
"No need!"
Lily Ace said decisively:
"The Dawn has already brought unparalleled hope. Under His benevolent gaze, we will surely reclaim our homeland!"
"Just as His Holiness the Pope said, the Rhode Continent originally belongs to us. It is the Demon race that should flee!"
Fishley clenched her fists excitedly, and then said seriously:
"No, Your Majesty, you are wrong!"
"Under the divine radiance of the Dawn, the Demon race will all be reduced to ashes! The Church of the Dawn will never give them a chance to escape!"
These words made everyone's blood boil.
The high pressure brought about by the Demon race in the past was swept away, and the thoughts of decadence and hesitation disappeared under the miracle that descended today.
The Elven race really found its original heart.
"Saintess Fishley."
Locke looked at Fishley expectantly and said:
"Regarding the Dawn, and His Holiness the Pope, what etiquette should we pay attention to when we visit? This is our… even the Rhode Continent's first time visiting a god, we must not be careless."
"Also… can you tell me more about the miracles of the Dawn?"
"I heard that the Church of the Dawn is in a Holy War, do we need the Elven race to help?"
"The mere Duchy of Bilka is not a match for our Elven army at all! Since we are to become children of the Dawn and have received the blessings of the Dawn, we should also make contributions."
Fishley shook her head and said softly:
"Let's talk about it on the road, Grandpa Locke, the Holy War doesn't need our help either…"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fishley remembered something and hurriedly took out a longbow that exuded a purple glow.
"Look, this is the Divine Bow bestowed upon me by His Holiness the Pope!"
Locke became interested, but did not directly take it.
"Can I try it?"
"Of course."
With Fishley's consent, Locke took the enchanted bow and immediately felt the unusual weight of this thing.
Fortunately, he was powerful. In addition to being a top mage, he was also a powerful knight.
"Good bow!"
Locke exclaimed.
"I'm afraid it's not much worse than my Crescent Moon Bow."
"Grandpa Locke, pull it a little and try it."
Fishley handed Locke an arrow with a smile, but only asked him to pull the empty string.
The latter was a little confused, but still tried it according to Fishley's instructions.
Now, Fishley's words are as useful as the Queen's.
Not only because Fishley is a Saintess, and not only because Fishley brought a miracle to save the Ancient Tree of Life.
More importantly, Fishley is the first batch of Elves to join the Church of the Dawn. In the eyes of the Dawn, perhaps the meaning is more important.
Subsequent Elves joining the Church of the Dawn will also need Fishley to lead the way.
Thinking about things in his heart, Locke pulled the empty string.
But a scorching heat wave was born out of thin air. Locke came back to his senses and looked at the burning fire arrow on the bow with surprise.
"This… I didn't put an arrow on it! It's still a fire arrow!"
"This is the power of this bow!"
Fishley said softly:
"The Divine Bow blessed by the Dawn, as long as there is an arrow in hand, this bow can shoot infinitely and create arrows out of thin air."
"Unlike the arrows condensed by our natural power, the arrows condensed out of thin air like this will not consume our power!"
"And… Grandpa Locke, let go."
Locke nodded, aimed at an open space and shot.
The arrow shot out like lightning, carrying flames, instantly tearing through the earth.
Locke looked slightly surprised.
“I didn't use the power of nature!”
“Yes, that’s how this bow is.”
Fishley retrieved the enchanted bow.
“It infinitely condenses fire arrows, and its power is already very strong. The most important thing is that ordinary people can use this kind of bow.”
“Ordinary people? Can it have such an effect?”
This time, Lily Ace and the others were finally moved. They were not without powerful divine bows. On the contrary, they had many.
But…
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Those bows were not for ordinary people to use. Even Elves with insufficient strength would be backlashed by the divine bow.
Suddenly, Lily Ace thought of the Dawn God Sect's continuous victories in the Holy War, where several thousand people were beating up hundreds of thousands.
An unbelievable idea emerged in her mind.
“Fishley, could it be…?”
“That’s right! It’s what you think.”
Fishley looked at Lily Ace proudly.
“Under the protection of the Dawn and His Holiness the Pope, this kind of bow can be mass-produced and used by ordinary people.”
“The entire Winged race is equipped with such bows and arrows, so much so that in a one-on-one fight, elites like Henderson would probably lose to a Winged race member.”
Locke said in a daze:
“All of them?”
“Yes, all of them! Not only that, but there are also alchemical potions…”
As she spoke, Fishley gestured and talked about the weapons and equipment of the Silver Armor Pillar of the Dawn God Sect.
Now, Locke and the others were even more impatient.
Powerful weapons with extremely low usage requirements.
Alchemical potions with no side effects and free to use…
Just these two things were enough to beat the Demon Race over the head. Locke finally understood why Fishley had such confidence in the Dawn God Sect's ability to defeat the Demon Race.
“Your Majesty! Let’s go quickly!”
Locke couldn't help but urge:
“The hope of defeating the Demon Race is right in front of us. As long as we have these treasures, our Elf race only needs to develop for a few decades under the leadership of the Dawn God Sect…”
“I believe that we ourselves can fight against any domain of the Seven Deadly Sins! Plus the evolution of the Ancient Tree of Life… the Demon King is not out of reach!”
“Your Majesty, we can’t delay! We must offer our faith as soon as possible and strive for more attention from the Dawn!”
Lily Ace also nodded solemnly, and finally arranged a few words for everyone.
She was about to take Fishley and the others all the way to the Origin Land, but before she could set off, a Druid mage rushed over.
“Your Majesty, the clansmen stationed in the eastern region are sending messages via natural magic!”
“The Dawn God Sect that you asked us to pay attention to has already reached the edge of the Billca Royal Capital. It seems that the final battle is about to begin!”
Lily Ace glanced at Fishley and chuckled:
“Looks like we’ve arrived at the best time!”
Before Fishley could express her opinion, the Druid mage said again:
“Your Majesty, there is one more thing…”
“Our clansmen near the Dragon Clan area have also sent messages. They saw several powerful dragons coming out of the Dragon Clan and flying east.”
“They’re probably going to make trouble for the Billca Principality.”
Hearing this, Fishley was stunned, and then greatly alarmed.
“Oh no! Your Majesty, we must go to the Billca Royal Capital!”
Lily Ace asked doubtfully:
“With the power of the Dawn God Sect, there’s no need to worry about those dragons, right?”
“But I’m worried that His Holiness the Pope will directly order someone to kill them! With the power that the Dawn God Sect possesses…”
Before she could finish speaking, Lily Ace grabbed Fishley, and the power of nature burst out, soaring into the sky.
“Locke, follow!”
In the blink of an eye, the three had already flown in the direction of the Billca Principality.
The Druid mage was a little confused, but looking at the drastically changed Ancient Tree of Life and the newborns all over the ground, he was once again at a loss.
“Here… what exactly happened?”
“Dering, you’ve come at the right time!”
A guardian with a bright smile on his face waved his hand and said:
“Come quickly, there is something important to tell you!”
“Is there a problem with the Ancient Tree of Life?”
“No! The great Dawn has descended!”
Under the pious prayers of the guardians, the first batch of self-supplied believers of the Dawn God Sect of the Elf race was born.
…
Outside the Billca Principality's Royal Capital.
The Silver Armor Pillar knights, with their fighting spirit soaring to the sky, stood on their warhorses on the mound, looking at the magnificent Royal Capital in the distance.
The royal city of their former country, but now, in their eyes, it was just a dirty and filthy place, full of heresy, in urgent need of judgment and liberation.
After a great victory along the way, and after more than half a month, the Holy War finally reached the gate of the Royal Capital.
And those nobles who were being chased and killed finally had nowhere to escape.
Here, is the final judgment of the Holy War, where all heretics will be judged by the guillotine named “Louis XVI”.
The Billca royal family is the most valuable sacrifice for “Louis XVI” to behead.
Looking at the city in the distance, Markov was filled with emotion.
From being expelled from Songlan City to establishing a church in Blackwater City, the Dawn God Sect has grown vigorously, and now it has annexed the entire territory of Billca.
All this seems long, but in fact it has been less than three months.
The Dawn God Sect has finally stepped onto the world stage.
Next, they only need to remove this last stumbling block and sound the true charge of the Dawn God Sect's war of faith.
Markov slowly raised his hand and said loudly:
“All troops, listen to the order, check the war preparation resources!”
“Warriors of the Silver Armor Pillar! Dedicate this final and most grand Holy War to the Dawn and His Holiness the Pope!”
“Under the illumination of the Dawn, all heretics will be wiped out!”
“Dawn Eternal!”