Uriel's attack wasn't meant to kill his opponent, it was meant to give himself a chance to escape.
However, the black and white colors suddenly expanded, and a layer of gentle white halo suddenly lit up behind this person. When this layer of white halo appeared, the entire room was filled with an extremely pure and gentle energy. It seemed to contain the power of the light attribute, but it was not just the light attribute.
It was purer than light, gentler than water. It was warm and soothing, and Uriel felt his entire body relax.
Not good!
There was no such thing as true comfort in a fight!
Uriel's body relaxed, like a fetus submerged in amniotic fluid. His Discipline began to spread through his limbs and bones, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on his skin.
Uriel bit down on the tip of his tongue, trying to clear his mind. But the black and white light in front of him suddenly began to shrink, shrinking from a meter in diameter to a single point. A terrifying suction force pulled at his body, causing him to fall forward. He couldn't control his own body at all.
The sword-lights that he released also strangely scattered in all directions, directly disappearing into the air.
Suddenly, Uriel's eyes flared with light, and a white-hot flame sprang up from his body.
Holy fire. Only the strongest of the Pontiff's Citadel could ignite their own Cores to produce this terrifying fire.
As the holy fire burned, the six wings of light unfurled from his back.
However, the gentle white light grew even stronger. Uriel felt a gentle hymn in his ears, causing him to fall into a daze.
The Holy Fire that had just risen was extinguished just like that.
The six wings of light behind him softened, becoming pure white feathers that returned to his body.
Protogenia!
Uriel's heart skipped a beat. His body was already right in front of the man.
Then, he saw an enlarged palm. The palm itself seemed to be a black hole, and the terrifying suction force easily dissolved the light energy on his body. Even the Holy Light Spiritual Array quietly turned into light threads and dissipated under the suction force.
Thump! The palm landed squarely on Uriel's palms, which he had raised with all his might.
Uriel felt as if he'd slammed into cotton as soon as he came into contact with it. He felt as if he'd used the wrong amount of force, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. But in the next instant, he felt as if a battleship was crashing into him.
Uriel's body was sent flying, slamming into the wall of the meditation room.
There was a flash of light, and Lan Jue was right in front of him. Once again, that warm, comforting feeling descended upon Uriel.
His entire body was in excruciating pain as he was sent flying. His internal organs felt like they were on fire.
But under this gentle energy, the pain instantly disappeared.
From extreme pain to extreme comfort, he immediately relaxed his tense mind. He closed his eyes and actually fell asleep just like that.
Lan Jue waved a hand, and a silvery light enveloped Uriel's body. In the next instant, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, and disappeared into the hole.
A second after his disappearance, a terrifying psychic will erupted from the depths of the Cathedral.
A low, dignified voice boomed out to every corner of the Cathedral. "Who is it?!"
That final collision had pushed the energy beyond the limits of the meditation room, and the disappearance of Uriel's aura had alerted the almighty being.
That terrifying psychic power covered every nook and cranny of the Cathedral, seeping into every nook and cranny to search for any changes.
There was a flash of light, and in the blink of an eye Lan Jue was standing at the edge of the Cathedral. Just then, the psychic power fell upon him.
It was as if an elephant was facing an ant, and the spiritual pressure instantly crushed over.
Lan Jue's face paled. If he hadn't joined forces with Zhou Qianlin, combining their powers to the pinnacle of the ninth rank, he would've been on his knees!
But he'd been prepared for this.
The black and white light on his body suddenly became stronger, and he put his right hand in front of his chest, and an untainted Immortal Qi instantly spread out from his body.
Above his head, a vortex appeared.
A strange psychic aura spread out.
"Jueti!"
The Pontiff's shocked voice echoed through the room. The psychic pressure retreated like a hand touching hot oil.
Lan Jue's right hand reached out and grabbed a thin wire that fell from the sky. There was a flash of light, and he disappeared into it.
The Pontiff's psychic power returned like the tide, but this time it was lost in the void.
Two hundred meters away, in a dark corner of the Cathedral's plaza, a figure dropped to the ground. The wire tied to the eaves of the building turned to ash and was blown away by the wind.
Lan Jue didn't move again. Instead, he slipped into a state of being one with the world, hiding all signs of his presence.
Using the wire to escape was the fastest way to get out of the Cathedral. More importantly, it allowed him to minimize the amount of energy he emitted. If he tried to escape, he'd be able to reach the speed of light in a short amount of time.
But for a Paragon, light speed wasn't safe.
The power he emitted would be like a lightbulb, visible to the naked eye.
When that happened, he wouldn't be far from death.
A beam of white light descended from above, illuminating the area in front of the Cathedral. The Pontiff, clad in golden robes and crowned with a crown on his head, slowly came into view.
In his right hand was the Great Scepter of Light, the symbol of the Pontiff's authority. His face was solemn, but his eyes were filled with uncertainty.
"It's that person?" The Pope, who had always been as calm as a mountain, was now beating much faster than usual.
Everything that had happened was too clear in the depths of his memory.
He was really afraid that the scene of the past would reappear.
Beams of light appeared at his side. Archangel Metatron, Angel of War Michael, Angel of Death Gabriel, Angel of the Moon Sariel, and Angel of Illusions Ramiel. All five Archangels appeared.
Metatron looked at them. "Where's Uriel?"
It was the Pontiff who answered. "Taken." The Pontiff's voice was low, but filled with anger.
The moment he said this, the Archangels' expressions changed drastically.
The Cherubim Uriel had been taken?
Uriel wasn't the strongest of the Pontiff's Citadel. He wasn't even comparable to Michael or Gabriel, much less Metatron.
He was known for his wits and cunning.
But this was the Cathedral of Reims!
The Pontiff's Citadel was here, and the Pontiff himself stood guard.
Even the Pontiff hadn't been able to stop him. Could it be a Paragon?
If a Paragon were to launch a sneak attack, it would be a disaster!
The Pontiff's brows furrowed. "Pass on my orders. Put the Holy City on lockdown. Activate the satellites. From now on, no vehicles or people are permitted to leave the city. I will find this person myself."
"Yes, sir!" Metatron and the other Archangels acknowledged the Pontiff's anger.
The Pontiff took a single step forward, and in the blink of an eye he was in the air.
He lifted his Staff of Light high above his head, and a beam of golden light shot up to the heavens. It was so bright it lit up the entire Holy City like it was day.
It was like a miracle that shook the entire city. When they saw the golden light falling from the heavens, they began to pray.
Lan Jue didn't move from his spot. He could feel the gentle power of light wash over him as it passed over him.
The powerful Light Energy was filled with terrifying Divine Power.
This divine power was extremely strong, and the entire city was clearly visible.
Lan Jue was one with the world. His Core was extinguished, and he didn't even need to breathe. He was in a state of suspended animation.
It was more complete than in Uriel's room.
He knew the Pontiff wouldn't be able to maintain this state for long.
After all, it would alert all of Europa.
The Cathedral of the Holy Lance began to glow with a milky white light. Rings of white light began to radiate outward from the center of the cathedral, spreading outward in all directions.
This is …
Even in a state of suspended animation, Lan Jue could still sense the changes.
This was the power of faith!
He quickly confirmed his suspicions.
At the same time, his heart was filled with shock.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have been able to guess that the Cathedral itself was a giant formation.
Under the coverage of the power of faith, all existences that did not believe in God would be detected by the power of faith.
Metatron and the other four Archangels were already in the air, surrounding the Pontiff.
In the distance, a beam of white light streaked towards the Pontiff.
It came to a stop a hundred meters from the Pontiff. It was the Inquisition's Chief Inquisitor, Constantine.
"Your Holiness, what's the matter?" Constantine asked the Pope respectfully.
The Pontiff's expression was serene. "An enemy has entered the Cathedral and kidnapped Uriel."
Upon hearing this, even the usually calm Constantine's expression changed drastically. As the chief judge, he had to take responsibility for this matter.
"It was my fault. Your Holiness, please mete out punishment!" He fell to one knee in the air.
The Pontiff waved a hand, and a gentle white light enveloped him. "The enemy is cunning.
But he's not a Paragon.
He's a peak ninth rank Talent.
The Light of Faith will illuminate all heretics. Take your men and bring them to the Holy Lance Square. I'll find this man myself. "
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