Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 719 - 324: The Stars Are About to Return to Their Places

If anyone first met Erin and then saw the young girl, not only would they not think the girl perfect, but they would also consider her just a poor imitation of Erin.

"Mortal, you’re thinking some very rude things."

Facing Wu Chang’s scrutinizing gaze filled with disdain, the young girl became somewhat annoyed.

Recognizing the familiar address and tone, Wu Chang instantly identified the young girl’s identity and asked, "Great Saint Mother?"

"Hmph." The Great Saint Mother coldly snorted as a response.

Wu Chang was on guard against the yet-to-appear Master of the Deep Sea and didn’t rush to make a move.

He looked at Archbishop Gelman and asked, "What brings you to our island?"

Archbishop Gelman calmly replied:

"This is the territory of the Ogre Kingdom. After Count Jermaine’s death, His Majesty the King awarded this island to me. So, it’s my island."

Wu Chang shook his finger and said, "Snatching others’ belongings is unworthy of your status, Archbishop Gelman."

Hearing the word ’snatch,’ the Great Saint Mother seemed a bit triggered. She looked at Erin and said coldly:

"You snatched the body I descended into, snatched my Holy Mark to make her a goddess, snatched my cathedral and my followers. Who really is snatching others’ belongings?"

Wu Chang curled his lip and said:

"Erin died once because of you, and I resurrected her. She’s mine, not yours. The Holy Mark belongs to Erin. She’s mine, so naturally, the Holy Mark is mine too."

"As for the Briff islanders, they never believed in you. And calling it your cathedral is laughable. You say it’s your church; does it answer when you call it?"

Accustomed to being at the top for so long, the Great Saint Mother wasn’t used to Wu Chang’s way of speaking, and for a moment, she found it hard to remain calm, her tone becoming urgent.

"It bears the name of the National Cathedral and my statue stands at the entrance."

Wu Chang frowned in displeasure and said, "What gives you the right to put the name of the National Cathedral on our church?"

The Great Saint Mother was taken aback. She glanced at Archbishop Gelman, her face visibly reddening.

Do you hear him? Does that sound like human talk?

Seeing that the Great Saint Mother wasn’t good with words, Archbishop Gelman took over the conversation.

"Then can you prove that this is your church?"

Wu Chang replied, "Of course I can."

Archbishop Gelman smirked sarcastically and asked, "When you call it, does it answer?"

Wu Chang turned his head and shouted, "Eternal Light Cathedral!"

As soon as he spoke, the Tree of Miracles in front of the Eternal Light Cathedral’s square began to sway. These days, the cathedral had merged with the Tree of Miracles, and the cathedral subtly swayed along with the tree, the organ inside playing majestically.

Wu Chang shrugged and said, "See, it answered."

Archbishop Gelman: ...

He hadn’t expected Wu Chang to pull such a move. He clearly saw that the cathedral wasn’t being controlled from within nor influenced by any power but seemed to come alive and respond willfully.

He had never seen such a thing before, and he looked at the Great Saint Mother helplessly.

Since the church responds, it truly belongs to them. Perhaps we should admit we were trying to snatch it.

He was surprised, and the Great Saint Mother was even more astonished, her mouth agape. She looked at the Tree of Miracles in disbelief and with a trembling voice said:

"Is that the Pillar of the Divine Kingdom?"

Wu Chang mimicked the Great Saint Mother’s previous reply, answering with a "Hmph!"

At this moment, the Great Saint Mother had eyes only for the Tree of Miracles. She approached it, mumbling:

"It’s actually the Pillar of the Divine Kingdom. If I had it, I could have ascended to a higher god long ago and awakened my authority."

"Why, why should you, a mere mortal and a puppet, obtain this thing?"

Boom.

The Great Saint Mother bumped into something, bringing her movement to a halt. She refocused her gaze, seeing Erin, who was blocking her path.

Erin looked at this once-venerated deity, eyes filled with fear, respect, nostalgia, and reluctance, but eventually, she cast aside all her past impressions of the Great Saint Mother, leaving only determination in her eyes.

"I am not a puppet, nor am I your possession."

The Great Saint Mother’s cheek twitched, and she sneered, "Ha? You, a puppet, saying something like..."

Before the Great Saint Mother could finish her sentence, an elbow strike silenced her, forcing her words back down and sending her tumbling away.

Facing the armed and battle-ready Archbishop Gelman, Wu Chang raised his hands and said,

"I didn’t mean to. It’s just that her expression was so annoying, I couldn’t help it."

Archbishop Gelman, holding his stabbing sword, retreated to the Great Saint Mother’s side and asked, "Would you like me to release your bindings?"

"No need. I’ll do it myself."

The Great Saint Mother climbed up from the ground, her once pristine white dress now soiled, blood continuously streaming from her nose where the elbow strike landed. Despite multiple attempts to heal it with Light Magic, the bleeding persisted, forcing her to use a handkerchief to cover it.

"You, you damned mortal, you have angered me once again!"

The Great Saint Mother’s body slowly rose into the air, white flames appearing around her, swirling above her head and forming a gigantic Light Wheel.

Wu Chang could feel that this woman was indeed agitated, ready to reveal her True Divine Body.

As the Great Saint Mother revealed her True Divine Body, Wu Chang saw a trace of deep red resentment on her, lingering from Da Gang’s death.

This resentment indeed followed the Great Saint Mother, though only attaching itself to her True Divine Body.

His gaze fell on the Blood-Colored Will, the red waves crashing towards him, engulfing him in resentment.

Unlike other resentments, the scene depicted in Da Gang’s resentment had nothing to do with his death at Wu Chang’s hands, nor with his battle with the Great Saint Mother.

The resentment was a pitch-black void, cold, heavy, and oppressive, likely still deep beneath the sea at that time.

Da Gang traversed the darkness, reaching a fissure in the depths of the ocean, kneeling devoutly before it.

From the other side of the crack, a message was conveyed.

"Guard that place, prevent foreign gods from approaching, for the alignment of the stars is imminent. They must not disrupt the ceremony for the awakening of the Master."