At the same time.
Vatican.
The headquarters of the Holy Light Church.
Vatican is one of the smallest countries in the world.
All the people of the nation are members of the Holy Light Church.
Apart from those in the Vatican,
there are many members of the Holy Light Church in the countries of Outu and even throughout the entire world.
As for the believers, there are even more, amounting to tens of millions.
At this moment,
it is around five oāclock in the dawn.
The sky is still somewhat dark.
Suddenly,
a gigantic Nine-Colored Light Beam strikes down on the Central Plaza, St. St. Petersburg Square.
In the direct front of the square is an imposing and ancient cathedral.
The Nine-Colored glow hitting it makes the entire cathedral shimmer, appearing even more majestic and sacred.
As the Light Beams slowly dissipate,
a group of people appear on the square, numbering more than three thousand, led by Raguel and others.
Gulping for breath, Raguel and the others are still shaken to the core and have not recovered their senses.
If it hadnāt been for the Popeās intervention at the crucial moment, they might have all perished in the Blood Clan Territory.
Lionel Yeager, in particular, had already left a shadow in their hearts.
After quite a while,
Raguel and his group finally caught their breath.
All of them kneel on one knee facing the direction of the cathedral and shout reverently,
"Great Pope, we thank you for your rescue!"
At this moment,
a thunderous voice echoes across the square.
"Raguel, Salie, Remy, you were too hasty!
Without thoroughly investigating the Blood Clanās situation, you rashly initiated an attack on the Blood Race!
This led to nearly ten thousand of our Holy Light Church members dying at the hands of the Blood Clan!"
This voice belonged to the Pope of the Holy Light Church.
However, all those present could only hear the voice but could not see the Pope of Holy Light.
Raguel, with his head bowed, grits his teeth and says, "Holy Pope, if it wasnāt for that kid Yang Luo this time, our more than ten thousand people could have definitely wiped out the Blood Race!"
Salie also speaks with hatred, "It was all ruined by that kid, our entire plan!
That kid is despicable, truly despicable!"
Remy also angrily says, "That kid killed many of us!
Not long ago in the Flower Flag Country, two of our Red-robed Archbishops died at his hands!
And tonight, another Red-robed Archbishop and four White Bishops died at his hands!
The key point is, even the three of us together were not a match for that kid!"
The voice of the Pope of Holy Light resounds again.
"That kid named Yang Luo is indeed strong, not just you, even Raphael and Uriel might find it difficult to kill this kid.
Moreover, I can almost affirm that this kid has the fighting power comparable to Michael and Gabriel."
Raphael and Uriel are ranked third and fourth as the "Stellar Angel" and "Guardian Angel" among the Seven Guardian Archangels.
Michael and Gabriel, on the other hand, are the first and second-ranked "Holy War Angel" and "Brightlight Angel" among the Seven Guardian Archangels.
"What?! Is that kid really that strong?! Even Raphael and Uriel canāt kill him?!"
"And this kid has a fighting power comparable to Michael and Gabriel?!"
"How is that possible? How young is this kid, to be so powerful already?!"
Raguel, Salie, and Remy all exclaim in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.
The Red-robed Archbishops, White Bishops, and Holy Knights kneeling behind are also covered in shocked expressions.
The Pope of Holy Light says in a deep voice, "The kid is indeed strong, and his potential is immense.
If given a bit more time, he could become even more powerful.
Hence, we must eliminate this kid, or he will surely become a great threat to our Holy Light Church."
Raguel bitterly says, "Holy Pope, if that is the case, then if the Seven Guardian Archangels move out together, I donāt believe we canāt kill that kid!"
"Exactly, if all seven of the Guardian Archangels take action, I donāt believe we canāt kill that kid!"
"Even if that kid is strong, heās got only one path left: death!"
Salie and Remy both roar with fury.
Tonight they faced unprecedented failure and humiliation.
They hate Yang Luo to the extreme and wish they could kill him right now.
Everyone responded in unison, their faces full of fanaticism and anticipation.
...
At this moment.
Kopar Town.
The sky was gradually brightening.
Lionel Yeager and the others had already arrived at the outskirts of the town.
Looking out.
The ground was littered with corpses, and blood had stained the ground red, a sight full of suffering.
Although nearly ten thousand from the Holy Light Church had perished.
The Blood Race had lost thousands in battle as well.
At this moment.
The women, children, and elderly of the town poured out, clutching the corpses of the fallen Blood Race and weeping bitterly.
"Els, wake up, please wake up!"
"Dad, I donāt want you to die, please donāt die!"
"Clyde, you died protecting our Blood Race, you will always be the Great Hero in fatherās heart!"
"Wuu wuu wuu... my son...wake up...Mom canāt live without you!"
Seeing the scene before them.
Augustus and the othersā eyes turned red, their hearts heavy with sorrow.
Prajna Batesās large eyes had long turned red, continuously wiping away tears.
Even Lionel Yeager, who was accustomed to life and death, felt a profound sadness at this moment.
These fallen young and middle-aged, though they were of the Blood Race.
They too had their own families, their own wives and children, and parents.
Their deaths also shattered many families.
They had been living here peacefully, without any disputes with the world.
Yet they still suffered such a catastrophe.
Even Bardon Bard, who was usually a joker, streamed with tears now.
He bellowed furiously, "Damn the Holy Light Church! Damn the Pope of Holy Light!
One day, Buddha will extinguish you, and flatten your Holy Light Church!"

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