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Chapter 912: 749: The Fool's Ignorant Wish_2

Chapter 912: Chapter 749: The Fool’s Ignorant Wish_2

The harsh words about to escape his mouth were forcibly swallowed back, and the Heretical Inquisitor nearly choked in frustration before he opened his mouth again.

“Ah, I understand the pain in your heart…”

The Holy Maiden of Light sorrowfully hugged herself.

Heretical Inquisitor: “…”

What kind of lunatic saint is this!

Abandoning the attempt to taunt her for dramatics, he transformed into a streak of black, appearing abruptly above the Holy Maiden of Light, with several darts in his hand primed for attack!

The Holy Maiden of Light suddenly raised her arms toward the sky and closed her eyes, as if ready to embrace blessings from the heavens—holy and radiant.

She had no defenses.

No attempts to repel the descending darts.

Yet at this moment, the Heretical Inquisitor was inexplicably struck with an extreme sense of deadly danger!

He even instinctively wanted to withdraw his attack immediately!

But the darts had already been released!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Holy Maiden of Light’s chest, waist, shoulders, and both arms were thoroughly pierced in an instant, her body collapsing backward with no strength. Yet in the very next moment, her figure froze in an eerie reclined position, fixed unnaturally in mid-air.

It was as if an invisible rod supported her spine, keeping her suspended and defying the laws of balance.

The Holy Maiden of Light opened her eyes.

But her gaze held nothing but a void-like golden radiance.

No focus, no sign of humanity—at this moment, the Holy Maiden resembled nothing more than a soulless puppet.

“The Fool (Upright) — The naive wish of the ignorant.”

In the haze, a chanting voice seemed to echo faintly.

In the next instant, chains began to entwine the lower half of the puppet’s body, while a massive golden scythe materialized within her hand—its length spanning as much as twenty feet.

The puppet’s hollow eyes locked onto the Heretical Inquisitor, and with a slash of the colossal scythe, she lunged at him!

From the moment the baffling transformation began, the Heretical Inquisitor felt chills running down his spine. He quickly attempted to retreat into the shadows of nearby structures.

But as the scythe descended…

He was forcibly knocked out of hiding!

A sharp, unbearable pain surged through his body, forcing out a ragged scream, smoke rising from his flesh.

The puppet remained expressionless, raising the scythe again for another strike.

This time, the Heretical Inquisitor dared not underestimate her. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he swiftly retreated to a far enough distance, avoiding the scythe’s range entirely.

Whoosh—

The scythe sliced through the air and embedded itself into the floor.

After missing her target, the Holy Maiden puppet resumed her still posture, ceasing all movement.

“Huh?”

The Heretical Inquisitor froze in realization.

Because he noticed.

The transformed Holy Maiden seemed incapable of mobility!

Her rigid reclined stance faced skyward, while her right hand dangled with the massive scythe. Chains of radiant gold densely wound around her lower body, securing her to the spot as though sealing her in place.

Seeing this, the Heretical Inquisitor cautiously tried approaching her.

As he closed part of the distance…

In an instant, the once-static Holy Maiden puppet made a sudden move, swinging the enormous scythe toward his location!

Swoosh!

The Heretical Inquisitor instantly retreated to his previous position.

After the scythe struck air, it withdrew, and the Holy Maiden puppet returned once again to being motionless.

“Ha, I see now.”

The Heretical Inquisitor let out a cold laugh.

It’s merely the range of the weapon’s attacks.

If that’s the case, all he needed to do was avoid approaching this side. The fact that she had transformed into such an immobile state was a convenient development, allowing him to continue his destruction of the Statue of Light.

The colossal statue loomed grandly.

Unable to approach on this side, he figured he could simply move to another angle to strike—what a foolish saint!

The Heretical Inquisitor quickly left the battlefield, leaping agilely onto the adjoining church building. After calculating the scythe’s attack range, he gripped his dart in reverse and leapt toward the towering Statue of Light!

From the ground…

Those vacant golden eyes, gazing skyward, glinted faintly with a shadow streaking through their depths.

Up in the air…

The Heretical Inquisitor was poised to strike the Statue of Light with his dart. Yet at that moment, his body shuddered with cold terror!

A gargantuan scythe swung directly toward him!

Whoosh—

The golden scythe sliced through his body.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The Heretical Inquisitor howled in agony, the unbearable sensation of his flesh and bones being crushed and ground to dust forcing screams from his throat!

The excruciation was so overwhelming that he temporarily lost all motor function, plummeting from the air and crashing onto a rooftop.

But he dared not linger. Scrambling to flee the area, he barely escaped.

The golden scythe left a shimmering remnant in its wake as it moved again.

The Heretical Inquisitor glanced back.

Only to discover the chains binding the lower half of the Holy Maiden had extended and stretched, acting like elastic bands, elevating her figure by dozens of meters for the attack!

This revelation provoked an involuntary curse from the Heretical Inquisitor.

She could attack from an extreme range.

Yet had remained eerily still earlier!

He understood now!

This strange form of the Holy Maiden existed solely to guard the Statue of Light!

Regardless of whether he entered her range, the moment he attempted to harm the statue, she would unleash a rapid pursuit and swing that terrifying scythe!

The scythe’s swinging did not cause him direct injury.

But the excruciating pain…

Forced him to lose all ability to act!

Moreover, it might even break his mental resolve—for he now hesitated to attack the Statue of Light again…

Simply because he no longer wished to endure that unholy torment.

It was a primal fear that could not be suppressed!

After weighing his options…

The Heretical Inquisitor ultimately gave up his attempts to destroy the Statue of Light.

At this point.

The statue had already sustained quite a bit of damage.

This towering marvel, standing at a height of several dozen meters, had remained pristine for millennia, yet now bore the scars of several carved marks.

In fact, a specific slash on the statue’s waist measured over two yards long with an opening of three inches.

Though, compared to the statue’s enormous proportions, the thin, dark slash seemed insignificant, its sheer length practically cut horizontally across the entire structure!

The moment he inflicted that mark…

A black claw had struck him away.

If it hadn’t been for the timely rescue by the Ice and Snow Elves, he might have been devoured whole by the dragon.

But afterward, he was detained by the arrival of the Holy Maiden of Light.

Unable to utterly destroy the Statue of Light.

The Heretical Inquisitor harbored reluctance but could only opt for temporary retreat, deciding to assist the Ice and Snow Elves with neutralizing the black dragon disrupting the battlefield from the skies.

But as he turned…

A figure emerged from the back entrance of the church.

The Statue of Light stood behind the City of Light’s church, towering over the church’s grand spires, surrounded by landscaped greenery and connected directly to the building’s rear halls.

Thus it could only be someone from the church.

What’s more, the figure’s helmet bore the Sun Crown insignia, concealing the upper half of their face, while long silver hair cascaded down elegantly. Even amidst the night, they seemed to radiate a faint glow—holy and resplendent.

The Heretical Inquisitor had seen this silhouette before.

Given that he had been lurking in the City of Light and hadn’t left.

A little over ten days ago…

The Pope of Light’s Holy Seat had been preparing to visit the Royal Capital, holding a grand prayer ceremony of blessings in the cathedral. The event was a magnificent affair.

As a covert operative embedded within the church, the Heretical Inquisitor had seized the chance to take a peek from the fringes, adhering to the dictum of “know thy enemy.”

Hence, he was aware…

What the Pope of Light looked like.

Meaning this person—was the Pope of Light!

But why was he here?

Wasn’t he supposed to be in the Royal Capital?!

The Heretical Inquisitor clenched his dart tightly, his muscles tensing, nerves on edge, and this whole body primed for battle as he watched the figure steadily approach.

The Holy Maiden was already so uncanny.

What then of the Pope of Light?

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