Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: Heading South, Fighting Along the Way (2nd Update)

Church of Light.

The Great Cathedral of Holy Light.

Ever since the Saint Heir’s arrival, this place had returned to a state of strict vigilance reminiscent of the medieval era.

At this moment.

The Pope and many high-ranking officials were standing outside the door with utmost respect.

Not until the final sound ceased did the Saint Heir walk out of the room naked.

Several cardinals in red hurriedly stepped forward to present the sacred robes already prepared.

Then several beautiful women helped him put them on.

A pleased look appeared on the Saint Heir’s incomparably handsome face as he turned to the Pope and said, “I am quite satisfied with this Holy Maiden, but the number is too few!”

The Pope trembled all over and immediately responded, “Yes! I will prepare more next time!”

The Saint Heir nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, someone from inside the building carried out several Holy Maidens wrapped in white cloth, their bodies covered with injuries.

These women, abused beyond recognition, all had a vacant look on their faces because they knew their fate would be miserable, likely becoming playthings for the entire high echelon.

The Saint Heir sat down on a spacious and comfortable sofa, and someone brought over a hundred-year-old vintage red wine.

The Saint Heir tasted a sip and exhaled a comfortable sigh.

The feeling of descending to this plane was indeed exhilarating.

Not only was there no one to control him, but he was also invincible.

“What’s the situation with that Xue An?” asked the Saint Heir indifferently.

“Lord Saint Heir, this person has been traveling southward. He will arrive in the Theocratic Nation at the latest by tomorrow or the day after!” the Heretic Chief Judge stated, speaking before the Pope.

The Saint Heir nodded, “Good, keep an eye on his movements at all times!”

“Yes!” The Heretic Chief Judge, pleased with the praise, quickly bowed and responded.

The Pope, who had been keeping his head down, had a barely perceptible cold gleam flash in his eyes; then he stepped forward and bowed, “My Lord Saint Heir, there is another matter I feel I must report to you!”

“What matter?”

“Rumors from the outside world say that the ancestor of the Blood Clan descended two days ago!”

The Pope’s words quieted the room.

As the top brass of the Light, of course, they had all heard the news, so they all looked towards the Son of Light.

Upon hearing this, the Saint Heir slightly furrowed his brows, “Blood ancestor? That guy also descended at this time?”

Just then, a cardinal in red robes walked in tremblingly; upon entering, he prostrated himself on the ground.

“Oh Saint Heir above, a letter suddenly appeared in front of the cathedral doors!”

“Oh? What letter!”

The red-robed cardinal took out the letter from his bosom, which was suffused with a tinge of bloodlight.

Everyone present was taken aback.

This was… the aura of the Blood Clan!

The Saint Heir was also slightly startled, then extended his hand and a strand of Holy Light brought the letter over to him.

Upon unfolding it to read, a look of surprise appeared on the Saint Heir’s face, followed by a cold chuckle.

“Truly an annoying bunch of bats!”

Having said that, he slightly raised his hand, and a flash of Holy Light burned the envelope to nothingness.

Then he stood up, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed at the magnificent and solemn cathedral. He said indifferently, “The blood ancestor said in the letter, he will come to the Holy Nation of Light in the next two days.”

This statement made everyone in the room look at each other.

The Holy Knight of Light stepped forward and said, “Lord Saint Heir, do we need to prepare and then exterminate this blood ancestor?”

“Exterminate? Why exterminate?”

“Hmm?”

This question from the Saint Heir left the Holy Knight and everyone else in the room stunned.

After all, Light and Darkness were inherently incompatible; did one need a reason to exterminate an ancestor of the Blood Clan?

The Son of Light chuckled, “This Blood Ancestor is here to deal with that Xue An as well. From that perspective, we are allies! Why should we exterminate him?”

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed their heads.

“You may leave now!”

“Yes!”

After everyone had left, a hint of a cold smile appeared on the edge of the Son of Light’s mouth.

“Blood Ancestor? Hehe, have you caught wind of something? Coming here to join the fray at this time? But this time, I have descended upon the order of the most high Father God. If you dare to interfere, even the revered Blood Demon behind you cannot save you!”

“And as for that Xue An, I am truly curious; who exactly are you? How could Father God value you so much? To the extent of burning the Divine Status of three Holy Angels just to let me descend in my complete form? All to deal with someone like you, a mere mortal!”

As he spoke, an incredibly powerful Power of Light emanated from his body, and a beam of holy light shot straight up into the sky from the top of the church.

In another corner of the church, the Pope and others silently felt the strength of this Power of Light, and their faces showed a mix of shock and delight.

“The Saint Heir who has descended this time seems to be much more powerful than recorded!” the always silent Chief Judge of Light whispered.

Everyone nodded slightly.

The Holy Knight then asked somewhat puzzled, “If the Saint Heir is so powerful, why not just eliminate that damned Blood Ancestor? If we did, the Church of Light would have one less powerful enemy!”

Upon hearing this, the Pope shook his head, “Holy Knight, you simply do not understand, the gods have never gotten along so harmoniously, even our most high God of Light has His own considerations!”

Hearing the Pope’s words, the Holy Knight bowed his head.

However, the Chief Judge of Heresy smirked at this, “Your Holiness, are you implying our Father God is not omnipotent? Or do you believe that Light and Darkness are not oppositional?”

The Pope responded indifferently, “The division between Light and Darkness has never been clear-cut!”

Just as the entire Church of Light was shaken by this event,

At the eye of the storm, Xue An and An Yan were leisurely frolicking in nature, incidentally eliminating the powers of Light along their path.

Heading south, they walked and slaughtered as they went.

This was the seventh day that Xue An had been doing this.

In the beginning, An Yan wasn’t used to it and worried that they might kill the wrong person.

However, once the repugnant truths were laid bare before her eyes, An Yan shut her mouth.

By the fifth and sixth day, the churches they encountered along the way were already deserted.

Another significant change was that the number of people tracking Xue An sharply decreased.

During the first few days, those tailing Xue An were as plentiful as hairs on a cow, but in the last two days, their number had plummeted.

Even if there were still some, the looks in their eyes had become very strange.

Xue An merely smiled faintly at this.

At this moment, he was enjoying a meal at an inconspicuous little restaurant with An Yan.

It must be said that, though small and off the beaten path, the restaurant’s food was quite good.

As they savored their sweet time together, Quintina and Selina arrived, travel-worn and dusty.

The appearance of the two beauties attracted the attention of many in the restaurant.

When they saw Xue An sitting in the corner, they let out a sigh of relief and walked straight toward him.

“Master!”

“My Lord!”

The appellations of the two women caused everyone who had pricked up their ears to eavesdrop to freeze, and a meaningful smile appeared on many of the men’s faces.

Xue An nodded, “What is it?”