Wizard: I Have a Cultivation System

Chapter 435: Chapter 89: Wind, Thunder, Water

HUMMM!

A toll, far more magnificent and solemn than the ringing of the Morning Star Bell, erupted without warning from the deepest recesses of Chenxi Hall. It was a sound that seemed to vibrate the very Origin of the soul and resonate with the Laws of the world!

It seemed to be formed from countless overlapping layers.

It held the combined, devout prayers of hundreds of millions of believers, the radiant conviction of generations of Saints, and the roar of the Faith Willpower accumulated by the Church Court over a millennium!

Wherever the toll passed, time and space seemed to freeze for an instant.

The furiously rampaging azure flood abruptly lost its momentum, as if it had slammed into an invisible, indestructible wall of belief.

The ravaging, deep-green Withering Wind sizzled like mist exposed to the scorching sun, rapidly fading and dissipating.

The violent, azure-blue light of annihilating thunder also seemed to have its sharp edges smoothed by an unseen force, becoming sluggish and dim.

The entire Holy City was enveloped by a vast, pale-gold, translucent "field" composed of countless tiny prayer inscriptions and phantom figures!

"That’s the ’Wall of Faith’! You actually used the Holy City’s accumulated Faith Origin!" A voice, a mixture of shock and fury, came from the rift. It was Raphael, and for the first time, his roar carried a clear note of dread.

"Faith Shackles... Such a hateful feeling..." Sigrid’s melancholic voice also held a trace of gravity.

"How irritating! Break!" Calvin shrieked, as the deep-green wind vortex furiously slammed against the pale-gold field, but to little avail.

Above the altar, Pope Ete I, whose expression had been solemn and even somewhat pale, now slowly straightened his stooped back.

The Crescent Star Crown on his head and the Scepter in his hand simultaneously erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light, resonating powerfully with the "Wall of Faith" that enveloped the world.

His graying hair whipped about in an unseen force, his face revealing the absolute authority of one who wields true power and commands the Power of Heaven and Earth.

"The Holy City’s foundations are not for specters like you to fathom!" Pope Ete I’s voice was like a final judgment, ringing throughout the cosmos. "In the name of Oriane, by the power of a thousand years of faith—Banish!"

He slammed his Scepter forward!

"Banish!" Behind him, all the Cardinals roared in unison, pouring their Divine Power into the Pope’s authority without reservation.

"Banish!" Farther back, from the depths of Chenxi Hall, more ancient and powerful voices echoed in response, as if slumbering Guardians had been awakened.

The "Wall of Faith" suddenly contracted and condensed!

The pale-gold light became as solid as glazed glass, transforming into countless chains of light that flowed with sacred runes. Like a net cast across heaven and earth, they actively coiled around and bound the three Plane Rifts, along with the wind, thunder, and water pouring from them!

CRACK! CRACK!

The deep-green wind vortex was shredded by the chains of light, the azure thunderlight was neutralized and dissipated by the power of faith, and the azure flood was forcibly cut off and diverted into drainage tunnels deep underground!

Before this explosive counterattack, which concentrated the Holy City’s millennium of accumulated faith, the three Wizards’ terrifying assault was suppressed, dismantled, and driven back at a visible rate!

The rifts trembled violently as the chains of light wrapped around them, once again beginning to shrink rapidly.

Calvin’s indignant shrieks, Raphael’s furious thunderous roars, and Sigrid’s inscrutable sighs all quickly faded into the distance.

The tide of battle had turned in an instant!

Near a corner of a wall, "Bellardi" halted the step he had been about to take. He tilted his head back slightly, watching the magnificent "Wall of Faith" and the advancing Holy Chains. The calm expression on his face was finally broken by a barely perceptible trace of surprise.

His lips moved, but strangely, no sound was produced—only a faint ripple in the air around him. ’Faith Origin... directly invoking the Wish Power accumulated over a millennium... What a grand move. It seems Pope Ete I’s coronation was indeed recognized and supported by certain ancient beings. Otherwise, he couldn’t have mobilized this level of power so smoothly...’

His eyes flickered as he rapidly weighed his options.

The Church Court had played its trump card, and the effect was significant.

’The time is about right...’ He took one last look at the gradually closing rifts and at the members of the Church Court, who were radiating power as they maintained the "Wall of Faith." He hesitated no longer.

His figure blurred, melting into the shadows on the ground. He moved quickly and stealthily toward the altar, sticking close to the ruined walls and the shallow water that had not yet fully receded.

To be precise, he was sneaking toward the teetering, pure-white figure at the edge of the altar.

Just as "Bellardi," gliding like a shadow across the wet ground, came within twenty meters of the altar’s edge—

Pope Ete I, who had had his back to this direction, seemingly engrossed in controlling the "Wall of Faith" to suppress the three Wizards, suddenly turned around without any warning.

Light flowed across the Crescent Star Crown on his head, and his deep eyes, like cold blades, instantly locked onto "Bellardi" in the shadows.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, ’Shadow of the Earth’ Muriyas!" Pope Ete I’s voice held not a hint of surprise.

At the same time, the Great Shepherd Leader, who had been hovering in mid-air to support the "Wall of Faith," also slowly turned his ice-sculpture-like face. The tranquil, polar-night sky within his right eye abruptly magnified, and an invisible chill instantly condensed, enveloping the area where "Bellardi" stood.

"You filthy rat, you’ve finally crawled out of the sewer. Did you really think no one knew of your schemes? Letting those three idiots draw fire at the front while you sneak in to ambush a Saint... A clumsy feint."