Following this, led by Owen, the remaining twenty-two red and black-robed Archbishops jointly launched the Holy Judgment.
A massive sphere of Holy Light enveloped the cult, and a tremendous, surging force erupted violently, transforming into three gigantic Radiant Blades in mid-air, slashing towards the wizards, vampires, and orcs.
This was possibly the most powerful Holy Judgment ever, more than twice as strong as the previous Divine Purification.
The dark clan members’ faces changed as the residual light of the Radiant Blade approached.
All the dark clan members began to emit a ghastly white smoke, and amidst muffled groans, their faces turned deathly pale.
Essex, enraged, launched his strongest attack with the support of eight White Robe Archpriests.
A vast expanse of black light spread out in waves, forming a huge shield that fiercely collided with the first Radiant Blade.
The thirteen Vampire Princes, centered around Prince Fred, unleashed a massive blood-red beam towards the second Radiant Blade.
The orcs, led by Eugene, hurled their battle axes and flails into the sky, forming a line that struck the third Radiant Blade.
With a loud explosion, the dark clan members’ attacks met the three Radiant Blades in mid-air, and both sides were evenly matched, unable to advance.
The stalemate was extremely draining on Holy Power. Owen felt a chill in his heart and silently cursed, hoping that Simon and the others could eliminate the Atrarian and return to assist.
Suddenly, Owen and his companions felt the pressure lighten as the dark clan members’ attacks weakened.
“Good opportunity, let’s counterattack,” Cretton seized the moment.
Owen was invigorated. “Unleash the second Holy Judgment with full force and eliminate them!”
Just as Owen finished speaking, a terrifying aura of death pierced through the Holy Light sphere, enveloping the cult.
Owen and his companions felt every hair on their bodies stand on end, their faces frozen in shock.
A thunderous roar exploded in the sky, and amidst a surge of blood-red light, a massive bronze-iron gate appeared. Countless ferocious beasts perched on it, exuding a dreadful aura of death.
Another loud explosion followed as the massive bronze-iron gate swung open. Countless terrifying Skeleton Warriors wielding scythes of death surged forth like an unstoppable tide towards the cult!
Owen was instantly terrified. “It’s the dark clan’s forbidden move! We’re finished!”
The Archbishops were scared out of their wits, their faces ashen.
The Skeleton Army overwhelmed the cult like a vast ocean crushing a small boat, devouring it whole and tearing it to pieces effortlessly.
After shredding their targets, the Skeleton Army retreated back into the bronze-iron gate like a receding tide.
The bronze-iron gate closed, and tranquility returned to the world.
Such a terrifying forbidden move was naturally unleashed by Essex.
For a moment, all the dark clan members looked at Essex with awe, forgetting even their joy at eliminating Owen and his companions.
“A beautiful attack!” Leo landed on the ground and praised.
“My lord!” Seeing Leo descend, the dark clan members who had also landed quickly bowed respectfully.
Essex smiled modestly. “My lord, you flatter me. Compared to your miraculous and unparalleled attacks, what I performed is just a minor trick.”
“The Grand Elder is too modest,” Leo glanced around. “Is everyone alright?”
“No major issues,” Prince Fred replied respectfully. “We were only slightly injured by the strong light of the Holy Judgment, but a few days of rest will suffice.”
Leo nodded. “We have won another great victory this time. Let’s return to rest; the final battle is approaching.”
“Yes,” the dark clan members responded fervently.
Pope’s Palace
At dawn, the sky was overcast with dense clouds. The air was hot and humid, indicating an impending rainstorm.
In his chamber, Grelio had just woken up. For someone dedicated to serving God for life, it was time for prayer.
Several attendants meticulously dressed Grelio. As God’s representative on earth, Grelio’s dignity was crucial.
“Prepare breakfast; I will eat after my prayers,” Grelio said when he was almost ready and waved his hand.
“Yes,” the attendants bowed and prepared to leave.
At that moment, someone outside hurriedly exclaimed, “Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!”
Grelio’s good mood was instantly ruined. “Is that Barnard? Come in.”
Barnard rushed in hastily, nearly tripping in his haste.
“Barnard, has our Lord not taught us to always maintain a calm heart? No matter how great the difficulty, with our Lord’s light shining upon us, we will overcome it,” Grelio said with a mix of irritation and amusement at Barnard’s appearance.
Barnard ignored this and spoke with a sorrowful expression. “Your Majesty, it’s over. Lord Owen and his cult are all gone!”
“What?!” Grelio’s eyes widened in disbelief.
After a long pause, Grelio angrily demanded, “Barnard, what happened? Weren’t they searching for the Holy Scarab? How could this happen?!”
Barnard sorrowfully explained, “Lord Owen and his cult were ambushed by a large-scale attack from the dark clan while searching for the Holy Scarab. None survived.”
Grelio’s face turned ashen. After a long silence, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “How is this possible? Simon and three other elders were with them. Unless the Dark Alliance mobilized all their forces, such a defeat is impossible!”
Realizing something suddenly, Grelio exclaimed, “It was a trap set by those damned dark creatures!”
Barnard also realized. “Your Majesty, it must have been that damned Atrarian’s idea!”
Grelio pondered for a moment before regaining his composure. “Barnard, from today onwards, you are promoted to Chief Cardinal Archbishop. The other vacancies will be filled immediately.”
“Your Majesty, thank you for your trust. I will dedicate everything to our Lord.”
While expressing gratitude, Barnard calculated internally: Chief Cardinal is a strong candidate for the next pope. Given His Majesty’s age, my opportunity has come.
“With your devotion and contributions to our Lord, this is well-deserved.”
Grelio praised Barnard before his eyes turned cold with terrifying authority that startled Barnard.
“Prepare for tomorrow; we will launch an attack on the Dark Alliance. I will lead the army personally!”
“What?” Barnard was momentarily stunned.
“We can no longer be passive. We must take the initiative to completely destroy those vile dark clans!” Grelio displayed rare kingly dominance.