inspire-indiana Chapter 4690
Chapter 4690
"In terms of the power of faith, have we, the followers of the Assassins, ever lost to your Holy See?"
Saladin remained remarkably calm about this.
As monotheistic religions, the Assassins and the Royalist Church share a common origin: the original Messianic sect.
Therefore, they knew the Holy See very well.
In terms of the number of followers, both the Assassins and Bharatas can rival the Papacy.
"Teacher, let's begin!"
Saladin turned to the old man behind him and spoke.
Not far behind him, an old man wearing a crimson robe and a turban with flame patterns stood quietly.
He held in his hands a seemingly ordinary black stone that exuded an ancient and mysterious aura—the Kaaba Black Stone, a sacred relic of Zoroastrianism.
The sage Harald murmured ancient hymns praising fire.
A faint, water-like light rippled across the surface of the black stone, and a powerful and pure force of faith crossed space, continuously pouring into Saladin's body.
With the boost from the Black Stone, Saladin's aura surged at a visible speed, and the shadow energy surrounding him became increasingly viscous and profound, eventually stabilizing at a terrifying 44000 points!
Saladin's figure became even darker, his entire being blending into the surrounding environment like thick ink.
The earth began to turn dark, and the surrounding world was also black.
The realm unfolds, the land of shadows.
Saladin, now of the Black Archbishop rank, has received a tremendous boost in his abilities!
His figure was shrouded in shadow, and only a corner of his fluttering robe could be vaguely seen.
He was mysterious and powerful, as if he had become the ruler of this dark world.
A cold yet majestic voice came from all directions, from the sky and the earth, from every possible angle.
The shadows shroud not only the sky.
“Sister, give up your futile resistance. In the absolute realm of shadows, mourning is nothing but a pale and powerless act.”
Sister Leibniz stood silently, her compassionate face now shrouded in an unyielding sorrow and resolute determination.
She was not intimidated by Saladin's terrifying aura; she simply held the heavy copy of the Book of Revelation to her chest as if it were the most precious relic in the world.
“The Lord says, ‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.’”
She recited softly, her voice ethereal yet strangely penetrating.
“But the sorrow and death here have been twisted into a blasphemous plague. I will, with a compassionate heart, carry out the work of purification.”
As she chanted, the Book of Revelation moved without wind, its pages turning with a soft yet unwavering milky-white radiance.
This radiance was not as domineering and intense as Orion's, but rather as cool and penetrating as moonlight, enveloping her entirely.
With the blessing of this holy light, her superpower index also rose rapidly, eventually reaching 44000 points, rivaling Saladin!
A battle between evenly matched strongmen is about to erupt.
"Stubborn."
Saladin lost his last bit of patience; his languid expression vanished, and his eyes instantly turned icy cold.
Instead of rushing forward, he became like ink dripping into water, his figure suddenly becoming blurred and flat, and in the next moment, he completely merged into the shadows on the ground!
This is precisely his power—*[Lord of Shadows]!
Leibniz's pupils contracted slightly. She could sense that Saladin's aura had not disappeared, but had completely merged with the omnipresent shadows around him, as if he himself were the ruler of this shadowy realm.
Suddenly, the shadow beneath her feet began to writhe as if it were alive, and dozens of sharp shadow spikes shot out without warning, aiming straight for her ankles and body!
These spikes are not physical entities, yet they carry a chilling power to cut through the soul and an absolute sharpness on a two-dimensional level.