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Chapter 918: 753: The Grace and Majesty of God

Chapter 918: Chapter 753: The Grace and Majesty of God

The Power of Faith cannot resurrect the dead.

But it resolved the crisis that the City of Light faced at this moment quite effectively.

This torrent of light surged far into the distance, devouring all traces of Dawn Belief lingering under the sky, and paved the path forward with thousands of the beasts’ corpses lying across the miles.

And the one who controlled this force.

Was Xu Shuo.

Yet also not Xu Shuo.

It was the will and consciousness of the Power of Faith, the collective belief of countless beings dormant through unknown ages, or in simpler terms—

The God of Light Himself.

Having the prior experience of conversing with a possessed entity in some orphanage, Xu Shuo did not consciously suppress or resist the thoughts he felt emanating from the Statue of Light.

After all, he was rather curious about what exactly a deity might be.

But now, upon reflection.

It seemed that deities weren’t all that special?

Because even gods, basking in the worship of living beings, required power to accomplish things.

And when their power ran out.

Even gods were incapable of certain deeds.

Moreover.

Gods also possessed curiosity.

“Hmm? A little dragon?”

After dispersing the painstakingly gathered Power of Faith to save the City of Light, though the sky remained radiant, the once-dazzling Sun Mark had dimmed considerably.

Then, as if having discovered something intriguing, this deity leaned forward with great interest.

Near a pointed rooftop close to the Statue of Light, the sprawling shadow of the black dragon had dissipated, leaving only a boy standing atop the tower gazing into the distance.

As the shimmer of light approached, Luo Kun’s lips curled into a playful smile.

Though that smile quickly vanished.

“What in the world is this nonsense?”

Luo Kun furrowed his brow, his gaze sharp and menacing as he stared at the figure in the light.

The figure within the light didn’t grow angry; instead, after assessing him, he smiled faintly and said, “So, the Dragon Clan still has descendants today.”

As these words fell, Luo Kun felt a familiar sense of suppression rising within him.

Countless golden chains bound the instincts of the Dragon Clan within a prison, a threat that tempted them to break free but left them too fearful to try, forcing them to remain trapped like domesticated animals—resentful yet subdued.

Suddenly, a chain, golden-red in hue, flew out from Luo Kun’s body, seized by the figure within the light.

The chain radiated a golden glow, but its true hue was a deep crimson, as rich and intense as blood, only masked by the veiling golden aura.

At this sight.

Luo Kun, who had previously seemed indifferent, suddenly erupted in anger, lashing out forcefully as he tried to seize the chain back.

Yet at that exact moment, the figure in the light gave a gentle tug.

Instantly, Luo Kun lost all ability to move.

His pupils involuntarily turned bright red, and two faint shapes began to protrude beneath the flesh of his forehead, with something seemingly pressing forth from his shoulder blades. The aura of the black dragon enveloped him entirely, fused with the scent of blood and salty ocean winds.

“Oh, well~”

Xu Shuo couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

So that’s how it is.

He suddenly understood how the Holy Maiden of Light managed to tame this dragon.

Sola’s family’s handwritten notes vaguely mentioned that the Dragon Clan was suppressed by the Holy See of Light’s magic, though the essence of that Light Magic was actually the Power of Faith in Light.

And from the memories of the Pope of Light, it was clear that the Dragon Clan had been targeted because, millennia ago, they aided the elves in waging war against the Holy Court.

Piecing these parts together.

So this was the reason behind their suppression.

Without belief, the Dragon Clan couldn’t be indoctrinated into faithful followers, let alone raised as livestock. Thus, their innate bloodline instincts were forcibly curtailed, chained, and exiled.

From that moment, the dragons became akin to domesticated pets abandoned in the wild, unable to survive, driving them closer to extinction.

The Holy Court’s actions in this regard could truly be described as an impressively ruthless act of retribution.

“Fierce, wrathful, prone to losing rationality, bloodthirsty, and inclined toward slaughter—your existence is nothing more than something requiring education among the wise races of this continent.”

The figure within the light spoke with a smile: “To leave remnants of your bloodline behind, that was my mercy. To reach your current fate, that was my authority. Do you now understand?”

Luo Kun sneered coldly. “Sorry, whatever I needed to know died long ago. Let me go, you moron!”

The figure within the light maintained his faint smile.

“You still don’t understand.”

Seeming somewhat disinterested, he released the chain, neither continuing to study the last surviving dragon nor saying anything further. His figure materialized directly opposite the Statue of Light.

Then, he vanished into it.

…

The inside of the Statue of Light was empty, a space of circulating golden radiance, occasionally streaked with tendrils of wandering darkness, like ink polluting clear water.

It was the Grudge Power born of faith’s corruption.

The figure who had entered reached out to call upon the aimless darkness, drawing it into his own body.

Then, as he walked, he began purifying the Grudge Power.

“You are not the God of Light.”

Xu Shuo suddenly spoke.

The person processing the Grudge Power chuckled, “I am, and I am not. After all, this world will no longer allow that ancient power to exist.”

After saying this, he waved his hand upward, revealing a vast imaginary scene in the space above.

The scene displayed the continent.

But it was the continent from a thousand years ago.

A millennium past, the Ice and Snow Elves had already begun sensing the changes in the Power of Faith, leading them to unite with the Dragon Clan to launch a war against the human continent, with the aim of enslaving humanity as their source of belief.

The Holy See, naturally, would never permit this, giving rise to a world-shaking war that altered the fate of the world.

The frigid cold extended endlessly.

Uncountable Snow Magical Beasts rampaged through the human continent, indulging in unrestrained slaughter.

Dragons of various kinds soared through the sky, blocking out the sun and moon, their strengths wreaking havoc upon the cities of humankind with fire and storms.

Human warriors and Grand Magi fought tooth and nail to resist the invasion, the flames of war spreading to every corner of this world, while the chilling winter dragged on for years.

The sun and moon dimmed, life writhed in hardship.

This was the war of a thousand years ago.

And the event that eventually ended this horrifying global conflict was not so much the Holy See’s desperate resistance, but—

The world… was ripped apart!

“The divine spirit of the world descended in its wrath; His mercy granted us continued existence, but His authority no longer tolerated our reckless behavior.”

“The Ice and Snow Elves retreated to the Far North Mountain Range, dwelling perpetually alongside the Abyss, and unless their sins are redeemed, the day of their fall will inevitably arrive.”

“Meanwhile, the Dragon Clan sought out the Holy Court.”

The edges of his lips beneath the helmet curved faintly.

The figure within the light said, “The Dragon Clan begged the Holy Court for punishment, as they could no longer bear the wrath of the world. Of course, such an unflattering matter wasn’t passed down in their bloodline memories, was it?”

So that little dragon whelp remains clueless.

At this, Xu Shuo suddenly understood.

For if given the choice between enduring the wrath of the world and bearing the judgment of the Holy Court, who wouldn’t opt for the latter as compensation for their sin?

Otherwise, considering the destruction wrought by the Dragon Clan.

Their extinction might well have been imminent a thousand years ago, and how would they still be struggling today, with even a single true bloodline surviving by chance?

Perhaps this is the reason why the black dragon of today aligns with the Holy Court?

Not for hatred of the Ice and Snow Elves.

But simply because the Holy Court granted them mercy.

It’s merely a matter of being subjugated.

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