Tears in Ye Han's memory were cheaper than tap water. In his previous life, he had made a vow never to shed tears again. He did not believe in the power of tears.
After finishing his task, Ye Han instantly communicated with the blood crystal within his body and disappeared from Gregory's twitching eyes.
"What's this?" A few black dots rapidly arrived at the edge of the area decimated by the forbidden curse, staring in horror at the scene before them.
"Only a forbidden curse could cause such massive destruction." A handsome young man in a magical robe fluttered in the wind.
"Was the forbidden curse a clash between the older generation?" A man in a white robe with a gentle face, but the sharp light in his eyes revealed that his strength was not low.
"Your vision is really good, Holy Son of the Church of Light," a woman in a flowing black dress that made her snow-white skin even more enticing said. Her slender waist could be held with one hand, and her plump buttocks were perky. She exuded an extremely seductive aura.
"Humph," the Holy Son of the Church of Light, Sisedo, snorted coldly and said nothing else. Clearly, he had noticed other things when he spoke.
"The power of a forbidden curse is far greater than this. It seems that it should have been an eighth or ninth rank mage who forcefully launched it." Dolores, an elite from the Mage Guild, quickly pointed out the true reason. Everyone frowned, wondering who would do such a foolish thing at this critical juncture. Didn't they want to participate in the big competition in two years?
"Eh, there's movement over there," said Cecilia, the dark mage of the Dark Church. Her big watery eyes sparkled with cunning, and she pointed straight ahead with her delicate hand.
Everyone's strength was not low, and they quickly noticed where Cecilia was pointing, at Gregory, who was still twitching slightly. In a few moments, they arrived in front of Gregory.
Looking at Gregory curled up on the ground with yellow and red residue between his legs, Cecilia frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. The stench and heat in the air combined to form a nauseating smell, causing the others to frown.
"Holy Son, it's your turn to show your skills," Cecilia said, her seductive demeanor gone, but her voice still sickly sweet.
"Hmph, he doesn't deserve my efforts," Sisedo replied, glancing at the Light Mage who had just arrived. His meaning was clear.
"So, our Holy Son didn't even learn the most basic healing spell?" Cecilia asked in a playful tone.
Upon hearing this, Sisedo's face turned even darker. The Light Mage behind him stopped his magic and angrily looked at Cecilia.
"Since you're willing to help, let me heal him. Also, let me test my necromantic magic." With that, a black mist instantly enveloped Cecilia's enticing body.
Just as Cecilia was about to prepare her necromantic magic, Sisedo's body was surrounded by holy light. He shouted, "Healing Spell!"
As soon as the holy light appeared, the dark energy on Cecilia's body receded. Light and darkness cannot coexist, and Cecilia was just putting on a show.
Seeing Sisedo's gloomy face, Cecilia's smile only became sweeter and more charming. Combined with her enchanting body and crystal-clear skin, she was truly a peerless beauty. Some of the followers who came with them, whose willpower was not strong enough, involuntarily swallowed, flames of desire burning in the depths of their eyes.
But in their lustful gazes, there was also a hint of fear. As a saintess of the Dark Church, Cecilia was extremely cruel. Those who didn't know her identity and wanted to take advantage of her, none of them died peacefully. Darkness represents cruelty and ruthlessness.
The holy light detached from Sisedo and covered Gregory's entire body. Gregory's twisted face, which was difficult to recognize, gradually calmed under the healing of the holy light. A look of enjoyment appeared on his face. His pale face gradually regained some color.
The holy light dissipated. Most of Gregory's external and internal injuries had healed. Struggling to stand up, he looked at the people in front of him. When he saw Sisedo, who was dressed as a Light Mage, he immediately looked devout, clasping his hands at his chest. "God of Light, thank you for your redemption."
"No need, the God of Light is willing to relieve people of their suffering," Sisedo made the same gesture as Gregory, but he was looking at the distant sky.
"Alright, stop thanking each other. What's your name and what happened here?" Raditz, an elite from the Swordsman Guild who came with Sisedo and the others, interrupted their worship. The others also found it false.
Sisedo looked angrily at Raditz.It seemed like he was angry at Gregory for interrupting his worship of the God of Light. Upon hearing Ladiz's question, Gregory's previously devout expression had completely vanished. Anger and fear continuously changed on his face.
"He's a devil. He's a Shura from Hell," Gregory said in horror, leaving the others confused.
"Who is he?" The group, who were the young elites of various forces, were not stupid.
"White hair. Fangs, a terrifying aura..." It seemed that the impact Ye Han had left on Gregory was quite significant. At this moment, Gregory was so dazed that he couldn't speak clearly.
"White hair, fangs..." Dolores muttered these words, and suddenly a piece of information flashed through her mind. She looked at the others, and at this moment, everyone's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. Apparently, everyone had guessed who Gregory was referring to.
"Where is he?" The Holy Son, Cisdo, urgently asked. The news of Ye Han's appearance excited him. Each generation of the Holy Son was not a single person.
The Holy Son was the one who would take over the position of the Pope after the previous Pope retired. Therefore, when selecting the Holy Son, there were five candidates in each generation. Only the one who contributed the most to the Church would eventually ascend to the position of the Pope.
This time, Cisdo had received this mission with the support of several high-ranking Church officials. He believed that as long as he could complete this mission, his dream of becoming the Pope would be easily realized.
"He... he disappeared," Gregory said, becoming more and more dazed. "God of Light, please listen to my prayer, please let those who have lost their way see Your glory, accept Your guidance, and restore the freedom of their souls..." Cisdo immediately noticed Gregory's odd state and directly cast a seventh-order light magic spell.
Under the cover of the light magic, Gregory's spirit seemed to be sublimated. The soul that was about to collapse gradually calmed down, and the fear in his eyes gradually faded.
"Speak slowly, where did he go?" A gentle voice with a hint of mental power directly entered Gregory's soul, freeing him completely from the fear that Ye Han had brought.
Gregory gratefully glanced at Cisdo, and slowly began to recount the events. He spoke very calmly and slowly, but in everyone's minds, it was like a thunderbolt out of the blue. A single person had fought against more than a dozen knights and magicians of the eighth rank or above, and resisted the forbidden curse forcibly released by an eighth-rank magician.
Everyone felt an unprecedented crisis. Facing such a powerful enemy. A person whose strength was not inferior to their own, coupled with his extremely fast speed and powerful strength. Most importantly, he had a terrifying space talent.
As the elites cultivated by the various guilds, they had a good understanding of the power of space magicians. For this special existence among magicians, they all felt the difficulty of this mission.
But none of them showed any sign of backing down. They all had their own unique moves and trump cards.
"You said he disappeared. Did he use space magic?" At this time, Cecilia had completely lost her playful expression from before and had a cold face. The energy ball formed by the gathering of dark energy constantly jumped in her hand, but no matter how it flipped, there was not a single leak of energy. This showed how precise her control of energy was.
"I don't know, my mind was blank at the time." The group disdainfully looked at Gregory, an eighth-rank knight, who had been scared into this state.
"It should be space magic. I remember in the records of our Magic Guild, space magicians can teleport short distances. They call it 'blink'," Dolores slowly said, with a look of longing on her face. Among all types of magic, space was the most mystifying one, so magicians also fantasized that they would one day have space talent and become powerful space magicians.
"Osweith, you take people and search the central area of the Transverse Mountain Range at full strength. He should still be here. He resisted the forbidden curse and should have been seriously injured. Once found, capture him immediately," Cisdo said to a ninth-rank knight of light behind him.
"Yes, Holy Son," Osweith devoutly said to Cisdo.
"I would appreciate it if Deacon Prescott could also go. After all, the level of the magical beasts here is still very high," Cisdo's words had a clear intention, but no one mentioned it. At the same time, everyone else also dispatched their followers to lead their people and chose a direction to search. Each team also had a Saint-level powerhouse in it.
It was nominally for the safety of the team members.
"Everyone, please continue. I will not accompany you," Cisdo said, and left with two elders in white robes of the church behind him. The other people also gradually scattered.
With Ye Han's reappearance, the struggle among the young generation of various forces officially began.