Chapter 620 (2/2)

Seeing that gigantic, venomous python flying over, the expressions of many people from the Church of the God of Knowledge changed.

“Scarlet Venomous Python Wand!” someone could not help shouting aloud in surprise. “Beware!”

Lion frowned as she watched the venomous python approaching her side in the air. With a wave of her scepter, she sent out a signal. Following her command, at least 20 cannons were fired at that gigantic python, and approximately two-thirds of these cannons seemed to be successful shots. The gigantic python was hit and recoiled a few times, but it was uninjured.

“Ordinary attacks have no effect on it,” a clergyman of adventurer origins rushed to say. “We are left with no other choice; only Your Majesty can help us now!”

With that, everyone cast their gazes over at the young men and women who stood unmoving, as though they were all in a trance.

These were, of course, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who had just accepted the possession of the God of Knowledge. At that very moment, they were no longer mortals, but the clones of the God of Knowledge.

They were all standing still because, one, they had to conserve energy, and two, for them to better adapt to a mortal’s body, so when it was time for the next battle, they would be able to wield a greater force.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd on them, one of the possessed bodies opened his eyes and looked right at the venomous python that was hovering and tumbling about in the air. The snake was occasionally spurting toxic fog, and even the concentrated cannon attacks by the Oracles could not force it into descent.

“Pathetic humans!” said the god while letting out a deep, low sigh. A glowing light flashed in his hands; then a simple, long black blade speedily appeared between his hands.

Then with a deep, low sigh, he wielded it towards the sky.

The lightly swaying blade seemed void of energy, but the black trail that it left amidst the sky had sliced a void space along the way. The lingering rays were about to disperse without a trace. Transforming into a stream of black blade light, it headed straight towards that venomous python.

The venomous python had the soul of a human, so naturally, it had a certain level of intelligence. Catching sight of that blade light, it knew that its visitor came with hostile intentions. Immediately, it gave out a strange cry, then huddled into a bundle within the air. Scarlet light rays changed into layers of matter that resembled scales as they attempted to block that blade light.

But this was not of much help. The black blade light easily penetrated those defenses put up by the scarlet rays to strike upon the python’s body.

This blade did not seem to be much of a heavyweight, but the moment it landed upon the venomous python’s body, it caused the python to jerk violently. Right away, it transformed into a stream of red light and attempted to fly out of the range of the black blade. In the blink of an eye, it had flown back to the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy and had transformed back into its original form of a wand. Then in a most dejected manner, it made its landing.

The Archbishop bent down to pick up the wand and found that the area nearest to the tail of the wand had a black mark that seemed to have been imprinted onto it by a soldering iron. She frowned and started to chant the spell, but she realized the wand no longer responded to her.

After a round of meticulous examination, her expression became gloomier.

“Truly deserving to be the means of a god,” she said then fell silent for a moment. She continued to say, “Though it did not manage to cause massive damage to the wand, the soul that was sealed within it has been expiated. Losing that soul, this wand will become useless for the time being.”

“Can it be restored?” asked her assistant.

“Of course, it can be restored,” said the Archbishop in a deep voice and her face registered an uptight expression.

Restoring it was not difficult. The prerequisite was that she would have to make it back alive. But judging from the strength of this blade, she could not quell the worry rising from deep within her heart…