Chapter 523: One Night of King Selection
The two moved rapidly. Several figures seemed to be spying from afar, but awed by Ace’s killing aura, they dared not approach.
Ace and Yamila didn’t care either. Without looking back, they left the place and flew towards the Old Street.
On the other side, in the noble district of Bernada City, inside a magnificent mansion, the well-dressed handsome uncle was devoutly holding Holy Oil, praying to the Holy Light in the courtyard.
The courtyard was crowded with his clansmen, whispering to each other.
“Our Yalta Family is the clan that birthed five generations of former kings. This King Selection War will be no exception.”
“As long as Lord Spencer can summon a Seraph, then we will definitely win.”
“Actually, a Cherub is not bad either. Summoning one is also acceptable.”
While they were talking, a burst of holy music sounded. Milky white light bloomed slowly in the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were day. Looking at the figure emerging in the descending brilliance, the crowd rejoiced.
A smile appeared on the lips of the well-dressed Spencer Yalta. Looking at the scorching brilliance, he thought to himself: This is the strongest card. The King Selection War is won.
Old Street, Lafmai Church hall. Yamila knelt respectfully before the altar to pray. The believers of the Old Street, mobilized by Lisa long ago, were also praying together in the square outside the church.
Ace, who had activated the detection spell, discovered that Yamila possessed extremely strong Holy Light energy. According to energy levels, it was at least an energy reaction above a Level 2 Life.
Yamila’s prayer was very sincere, but she didn’t receive a response from the Holy Light. Ace quietly stepped back and opened the script scroll in his robe. Several Threads of Fate were wrapped around the scroll.
He plucked the threads one by one to sense them, his expression gradually becoming amused.
“It seems others have summoned angels one after another? Of the six archangels, only the Angle of Power (Authorities), remains.”
As Ace whispered, soft white light bloomed from the void of the church. The brilliance gradually revealed a human form. Four wings of light unfolded naturally, turning into pure white feathered wings. A sharp golden long spear appeared gradually.
The Angel of Light landed slowly, holding the long spear high. The light was too intense, making it impossible to open one’s eyes.
However, through the detection spell and the Threads of Fate buried in the altar, Ace discovered the secret. The angel’s shell was created with the Holy Light energy on Yamila as the core and the power of everyone’s prayers as the body.
The most crucial Holy Spirit undoubtedly descended here from another world. Ace had experienced this process, so his expression was very amused.
“Does this mean a new world coordinate? What kind of world is it exactly? Really makes one look forward to it.”
Ace recited silently in his heart, but his body prostrated slowly like an ordinary priest, greeting the angel.
The Holy Light gradually became less dazzling. The angel seemed to have adapted to this state and said solemnly: “I am Vertes, the Power Angel under the Holy Light. Are you my Contractor?”
Looking at Power Angel Vertes, Yamila’s face was flushed. She answered devoutly: “Respected Power Angel, you are the Guardian of the Holy Light. I am Yamila Bernard, the participant of the 13th King Selection War who called you through the Holy Light.”
While the two were talking, Ace’s eyes lit up slightly. He stepped forward to pay respects to the angel.
Yamila hurriedly bowed to the Power Angel and said: “This is my assistant Klan. He is the priest here.”
The Power Angel nodded slightly and said seriously and arrogantly: “You are a Star Radiance Knight, but this strength is insufficient to participate in the war of angels. Since King Hill initiated the King Selection War, the other six great nations of this world have also conducted King Selection Wars successively. This is my third descent into this world, and I have some experience with the King Selection War.”
Yamila nodded like a chick pecking at rice, almost taking out a notebook to record carefully.
Ace raised his eyebrows slightly. This seemed to be a frequently performed ritual. Ace was familiar with this. A person possessing extremely strong Power of Fate, that is, a person with an extremely high potential Authority of Fate—in other words, a temporary protagonist—if such a person participated in his script, they could often obtain incredible feedback from fate and the Great Source.
Ace thought to himself: “My act has the same effect as this kind of ritual; both are for harvesting feedback from fate and the Great Source. The act is naturally to harvest feedback for my use. This kind of ritual…”
He felt he was gradually grasping the secret of this world. Combined with the myths of the Blue Bloods, perhaps a bold speculation could be made: The Blue Blood Ancestor might be the native creator of this world, while the Holy Light is an invader. This invasion hasn’t finished yet, and the Holy Light has the upper hand.
Ace didn’t pay attention to the Power Angel’s experience. He began to manipulate the magic circle engraved with Threads of Fate in the entire church, attempting a bold operation.
Spindle phantom, altar, magic circle, believers—these four gradually resonated. Ace began to intervene in the conversation between Yamila and the Power Angel, sending Yamila away to comfort the believers outside.
After Yamila left, Power Angel Vertes looked at Ace arrogantly and said solemnly: “Boy harboring conspiracy, no matter what you are planning, you will gain nothing under absolute power. Did you think I didn’t notice the abnormality in your expression?”
The Power Angel’s aura grew stronger and stronger. He held the golden long spear high. Holy Light gathered, turning into a meteor stabbing straight at Ace. Whoosh!
Azure blue flames rose, and layers of Magic Crystal barriers appeared along with them. Ace said with a ferocious expression: “I know you discovered it. So what? Arrogance is your original sin. In the name of Blue Blood, I will take revenge, expel and kill all invaders.”
Ace’s words were a bluff. The opponent was clearly a Level 2 Existence, but Ace was fearless. The entire magic circle had been activated, and the main body’s power had begun a one-time penetration.
At the cost of sacrificing the passage, it pierced through in one go, unleashing its power.
The Archangel Veltes frowned slightly and shouted sharply, “We are ordered by the Holy Light to honor you. The so-called Blue Blood are nothing but a joke. How dare you interfere in the Royal Selection War? Do you really think the Holy Light cannot penetrate the Crypt World?”
Ace heard another term, “Crypt World.” While trying his best to dodge Vertes’s attacks, he retorted sarcastically: “We have accumulated strength underground for hundreds of years and have long recovered our strength. I am the pawn to recover the surface. Die!”
Boom!
The entire church shook violently. In the distant Kaya World, Ace’s main body suddenly opened his eyes. A brilliant Star Noble Phantasm turned into a meteor and rushed into the altar above the Dream Earth Center in the mental imagery world, disappearing instantly.
Power Angel Vertes’s power had risen to the peak. Holding the long spear flat, he stabbed straight at Ace. Suddenly seeing Ace’s hands grasping emptiness, the phantom of the Spindle of Fate was already in his hands.
Hum! With indescribable subtle vibrations, the altar had completely shattered. A Star Noble Phantasm, brilliant as the sun, penetrated the tunnel, crossed the Astral Plane, and descended.
Power Angel Vertes was sneering when he suddenly felt heat behind his back. A huge hole appeared in his chest. Ace opened his right hand, and that Star Noble Phantasm obediently shrank to the size of a fist, hovering above Ace’s right hand.
Vertes wanted to say something, but saw Ace shrinking the Star Noble Phantasm to the size of a button at extremely fast speed and pressing it on his chest. Then Ace flashed in front of Vertes and held his head.
Hum!
Ace’s right hand glowed with brilliant star radiance. He pulled gently, and a soul phantom was dragged out. That phantom looked terrified but couldn’t say a word.
Ace crushed that phantom, leaving only the pure True Spirit, which was absorbed into the Star Noble Phantasm on his chest. In an instant, some information about the Holy Light World flowed into Ace’s mind.
At the same time, he also mastered the method of using the Angel’s Shell. The Star Noble Phantasm on his chest bloomed with brilliance, devouring that Angel’s Shell. Immediately after, Ace’s body bloomed with milky white light, actually transforming into an Angel’s Shell.
“As expected. It turns out to be a prosperous world located in the upper layer of this world. True Name World?”
Ace memorized the coordinates firmly. Using magic to restore the destroyed hall to its original state, he looked at the sky with blurred eyes, took out the fate script, scribbled on it, and after a long time put down the last stroke. He slowly walked out of the church sealed by Threads of Fate.
The people of the Old Street looked at the angel, unable to suppress their excitement. Many people clasped their hands tightly, tears and mucus flowing.
Ace flapped his wings slightly. The brilliance of the Holy Light descended. All the residents present felt incomparable peace in their hearts, and chronic diseases in their bodies disappeared.
Ace said to Yamila: “It is time now. Stay here and do not move. I have sealed the church with Holy Light. I have ordered the priest to pray to the altar. Leave the victory to me.”
After speaking, he flew into the sky, heading straight for the Bernada noble district.
The Star Noble Phantasm on Ace’s chest flickered slightly. With a few flashes in the sky, he arrived above the Yalta Family mansion. He moved the golden spear he was holding tightly to his chest. The Star Noble Phantasm on his chest flickered and instantly arrived at the spear tip.
The well-dressed Spencer looked at the sky in astonishment. The Seraph behind him had discovered the enemy and was about to float up to the sky to say a few polite words when Ace’s long spear arrived in front of the Seraph. Boom!
The Star Noble Phantasm on the spear tip flashed brightly. A dazzling beam of light pierced the energy core of the Seraph. The Seraph looked stunned and said: “You are not…”
Ace didn’t give him a chance to speak. Pressing the spear tip against his forehead and picking gently, the soul phantom was drawn out and soon annihilated by the Star Noble Phantasm.
His left hand pressed on the Seraph’s body. Brilliance bloomed, and the Seraph’s Angel Shell turned into brilliance and merged into Ace’s body.
Struck by this series of changes, Spencer knelt on the ground, muttering constantly: “This is impossible. The Seraph should be the strongest. Should be the strongest…”
Ace landed in front of him, looked around, and said solemnly: “You are all obstacles to the Righteous King. In the name of the Holy Light, I judge you guilty.”
Boom!
The angel left, and the Yalta Family, one of the Four Great Royal Families, perished completely.
While there were certainly wicked individuals and those indulging in extravagance and debauchery among them, many more likely did not deserve death. Ace glanced back at the ruins, and, bathed in moonlight, declared, “Now is the time for sin to be added to my name, but tomorrow glory will follow. If I do not seize this opportune moment, I will be able to eliminate the obstacles to change!”
His figure moved rapidly, instantly arriving at another noble house. The Throne Angel bled, and the participating noble lady died with everlasting regret. They couldn’t understand no matter what, why the lowest-ranked Power Angel would suddenly become so powerful, so crazy and cruel.
As the moon set bit by bit in the west and jackdaws flew by cawing, Ace didn’t hide his figure, nor did he disdain to hide.
His space magic was simply the most terrifying ability. No one could escape his attack range.
Two people tried to attack Yamila. Since they couldn’t kill the angel, they would kill the Contractor. But just as they approached, Ace suddenly appeared in front of them. He not only beheaded the two but also killed their angels together.
That golden spear shining with stars was stained with blood but left no trace, still as clean as before.
Yamila didn’t even have time to react before she saw the angel flash by. The other two angels turned into fragments of light and were absorbed by the angel. Extreme unease made her decide not to listen to the angel’s advice and forcibly break into the church.
But at this time Yamila discovered that the church was wrapped in an invisible transparent membrane that she couldn’t break at all. For some reason, she felt a bit of heartache and whispered: “What exactly is going on? It’s completely different from the King Selection War I know.”
Ace had already arrived in front of the last opponent. She was a petite girl. The angel beside her was a Cherub holding a shield. This angel’s overall figure was female. Before she could speak, her shield was pierced by Ace’s spear, stabbing her heart.
The little girl cried out: “Aqua!”
Ace’s spear tip had already absorbed the angel named Aqua. The little girl stood up, took out a dagger, and faced Ace trembling. Ace tilted his head and smiled: “I killed all the Four Great Royal Families, but I am unwilling to kill you. You are just a commoner and shouldn’t have fallen into this meaningless ritual. Forget this experience.”
His eyes burst with daunting light. The little girl gradually became dizzy. The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and her body fell backward with a thump.
Ace shook his head, walked a few steps, then turned back to pick up the little girl. Turning into a meteor, he flew back to Lafmai Church. He handed the little girl casually to a nun to hold, while he walked to Yamila, bowed slightly, and said arrogantly: “The war is over. It is time for you to ascend the throne, Your Majesty.”
After speaking, his hand stroked Yamila’s forehead. A mark representing victory was left in the center of Yamila’s smooth forehead. He himself turned into brilliance and disappeared. The transparent barrier around the church disappeared, and the main gate opened slowly.
Priest Klan, dressed in a black priest robe, walked out with a kind smile: “Yamila, this is the will of the Holy Light, and also the choice of the angel. You are about to take a big step on the road of the Righteous King.”
Yamila had many doubts, but now was not the time to talk about these. The sun had risen, the night had passed; it was a new day.
She pulled Ace onto the white horse. The two galloped towards the palace. Yamila sighed with emotion: “This is probably the shortest King Selection War. What did you do to the angel in the church?”
Ace smiled slightly and whispered: “I just gave the angel a little boost. Everything is fate’s choice.”
The scroll on his chest became scalding hot. Fortunately, Yamila was behind him. He looked at the road ahead. Grand Duke Minster had already lined up with all the nobles and officials of Bernada at the palace gate waiting. Ace could see their astonished expressions.
Grand Duke Minster also saw the white horse. His expression was solemn and respectful, muttering:
“A royal selection overnight—unprecedented. Is the era about to change?”
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