Chapter 1451: The Stolen Country's Posthumous Child, New Ren Caliph_3

However, the power from the Zero-Level Sacred Relic had already enveloped his entire body; the preordained future descended upon him.

Thud!

He fell headlong onto the table, a dining fork pierced through his eye socket, into his brain, killing him abruptly and cleanly.

And any Prophet coming over to examine would only conclude that he died from the Curse of the Ghost Hand Dagger, having nothing to do with the Key of Solomon and the Queen.

At this moment.

In the most remote corner of the banquet hall, Magnyra and Jacqueline, the mother and daughter, also faced a crisis.

Ever since Magnyra was removed from her position as Governor of the Colonies by Louis XI, she and her daughter gradually faded from the power center of Iris and the view of others.

In the official intelligence update three months ago, both were listed as Third Order Singers.

Two assassins directly tore apart a pawn contract preserving the Silent Field, intending to eliminate them with two swords.

Yet they were unaware that the advancement speed of Byron’s followers should never be judged by common sense.

Jacqueline had long accepted Byron’s First Embrace, becoming the Fourth Order Mythical Creature, the Night Demon, which countless nobles dreamed of obtaining.

With blood, she could initially achieve immortality.

Even though the Singer’s abilities were being sealed, her physical traits alone were at the Demon Monster level, plus Jacqueline had already smelled the scent of blood from the guardians being killed outside, becoming alert in advance.

The Orthodox Alliance acted too quickly, leaving no time to save others, but saving her mother was no issue.

With a twist of two dining knives in her hands, she reversed them into the assassins’ necks before their daggers were thrust forward.

“Mom, hurry up.”

Taking Magnyra’s hand in hers, the Shadow Robe unfurled, and they fell together into the shadowy pit that opened beneath their feet.

But the mother and daughter had just left Sacred Heart Cathedral when their shadow jumping was forcibly interrupted.

Because Saint Matthew, one of the seven Saints responsible for sealing both inside and outside by the Orthodox, had already reacted, performing Holy Prayer to forbid all non-human modes of movement within the Royal Capital.

Masses of armed personnel from the Orthodox Alliance surged forth, relentlessly pursuing them.

While Orthodox armed personnel were hunting them down, they also began to purge all Protestant followers and supporters throughout the Royal Capital.

“By order of His Holiness the Pope, kill all Protestants.”

“The Orthodox is the sole representative of the Creator!”

A citywide massacre had begun, and in a blink, the Seine River was filled with corpses in a tragic state.

In this age, the Remit Church and the Creator’s Church were indeed far more barbaric than the newly emerged Holy Spirit Sect.

Heresy and Pagans must die!

…

The blood-stained wedding on the East Coast was unbearable to watch, and the coup d’état on the West Coast had reached its final moments.

Muhammad II must have been driven to madness, forgetting that nothing could withstand the slashing of the Zulfiqar Holy Sword; even the world’s hardest shield would be cut into two.

Instinctively, he tried to block Bayezid’s sacred sword with his saber, but it was cleaved into two small scimitars, then he was sent flying by the war axe that followed closely behind.

At the center of the wedding square stood a meticulously constructed large fountain pool, with three towering statues of several dozen meters each.

In the center was the emblem of the Holy Spirit, a crescent moon and star, resembling the cross Sacred Emblem of the Creator’s Church.

The crescent moon symbolizes new beginnings and hope, while the star represents light and guidance.

Beside it were statues of two figures, one side being the Church Founder of the Holy Spirit Sect, the other side being Muhammad II himself, the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands.

The father and son consecutively landed on the enormous pedestal beneath the statues.

The already defeated Muhammad II coughed blood and called for help from his guardsmen:

“Come save me!”

His old and weakened self truly couldn’t match his son in his prime; after only a few exchanges, he was about to be killed.

But just as the old Sultan’s guardsmen charged into the water pool intending to besiege the Eldest Prince.

Troops on the latter’s side suddenly threw several large barrels from a Storage Miracle Object into the fountain pool.

The black-gold liquid with a pungent odor quickly spread across the water surface, ignited instantly by the sparks from the clash between father and son’s war axe and saber.

Teng——!

Fierce flames surged up, turning the reckless guardsmen trying to save Muhammad II into men of fire, a gruesome scene that drove all others back.

Successfully isolating them from outside assistance, leaving help unreachable for anyone.

This was the alchemical product unique to the West Coast: “Water Fire.”

Once ignited, it was tough to extinguish, capable of burning fiercely even on the sea surface, having once shined brightly in war.

Amita, who was originally prepared to intervene as a Mountain Elder, saw that there was no longer an opportunity, and could only sullenly return to Byron’s side.

Byron did not mind, comforting her:

“It’s okay; the aftermath of the Mountain Elder’s appearance could be significant.

You better not intervene, just wait for the next opportunity.”

The opportunity came swiftly.

Muhammad II gazed at his son, who was holding the war axe, closing in step by step, finally showing despair, and lamented to the Star Moon Sacred Emblem beside him:

“Oh Holy Spirit, is chaos truly the ultimate fate of the universe, does the Holy Spirit Sect have no chance for reunification?

Even if today I return to Your embrace, I won’t be at peace.”

A faith anchor chain plunged into the void.

As a person is about to die, faith becomes exceedingly pure.

The Creator behind the Holy Spirit was too busy to heed him.