Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 652 - 603: Heartless Shadow_3

I stood beside the incarnation of Holy Light, giving the stage over to him.

"Don’t mind me, please continue, leader."

"You’ve chosen to side with justice, George, a wise choice indeed."

"Of course, I am the cunning Inquisitor."

The God of Holy Light continued his judgment, but before the Holy Spear could fall, my Dimglow Sword had already pierced the incarnation’s back, transfixing him. A wound of the void was torn open on the body of the god, and his divine power was gradually dissipating.

"George? Why?"

"Ah ha, sorry, I too have my own justice. You wanted to kill Gallaron, so I went ahead and killed Raymond, who wanted to kill my brother."

The incarnation of Holy Light tried to counterattack, but I had already turned into a shadow, like a persistent malady clinging to his back. His struggles grew weaker, his radiance faded, and Raymond descended to the ground.

"I am sorry, George. The power of the Ten Locks, the incarnation, it will correct my mind."

I ceased my attack, and the familiar Raymond had returned.

"I’ve created a weakness in your back; if you don’t repair it, your power will keep leaking away..."

"I will leave it be, to use this fatal weakness as a reminder that I am not yet fit to wield the power of the Ten Locks. As my power wanes, I assure you that the Holy Light I cultivate will outpace its loss. Gallaron... my brother..."

I patted Raymond on the back, "I think you two need some time apart to adjust yourselves. The war is over, we’ll return to the old days. Leave the remaining demons to me to sweep away."

"Thanks to you, George," the Angel of Light turned, preparing to leave, "I’d like to name the weakness you’ve created in me, to help remember this dire lesson."

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that years of Paladin propaganda work had somewhat enhanced my cultural literacy.

"How about Light’s Reverse Scale, the new age tyrant, Raymond’s fatal weakness, the dragonslayer becomes the dragon."

"Good name." Raymond smiled and nodded, then he took one last look at Gallaron. "I’ve exacted the revenge of Holy Light in the dragon’s blood, if you want to save him, go ahead. It will be the only dragon you save, a giant dragon."

Raymond disappeared into the sky, and only then did the Purifiers rush to heal their leader, who had been immobilized by the overwhelming force.

I looked at Gallaron, receiving the same affection from everyone as before, but in his eyes, there was only emptiness and that dragon egg.

"George..."

"What is it?"

"Do you think Raymond’s justice is correct?"

"Of course, his justice is absolutely correct," I glanced at my trembling sword-hand, "Raymond is absolutely right, it’s just that, we mortals are not worthy of that righteous justice..."

Gallaron curled himself up like an egg.

"I’m already... so oppressed by the Holy Light that... I can hardly breathe."

"Then cast aside the Holy Light."

"What?"

I performed a comical curtsy.

"Before you stands the first divergent in history to use both Holy Light and shadow simultaneously, I treat all powers equally, as long as they maintain my justice. You are just as powerful as I am, Gallaron, perhaps you should start forging your own path, be it the Holy Light, shadow, or something else..."

Gallaron’s face crumbled, laughing and crying, tears falling to the corners of his mouth. At that moment, the noble of the Crusaders vanished.

"I will make sure this child survives, at all costs..."

George Edmund stretched at the waist.

"Sounds pretty scary, Gallaron, like the last words of a madman."

"...George, if Raymond is mistaken, you’ll end his wrongdoing, won’t you?"

"Of course, that’s exactly what I’m here for, to steer Holy Light back on course."

"...If I’m wrong, I’m counting on you too..."

The Angel of Fire revealed a hearty smile.

"Easy peasy, leave it to me."