Chapter 905: Great Cave Abyss Record, Seven Lamps Finally Appear

Hundreds of pure gold eyes stared at him...

At this moment, even the citizens with missing arms and legs struggled to stand up after being possessed by angels, looking at Qian Chen expressionlessly.

Hundreds of weird things that looked like humans but had non-human feelings stared expressionlessly. At this moment, even a natural cultist seed like Gable couldn't help but take two steps back, almost sitting on the ground.

In the sky, countless feathers flew and scattered, and hymns faintly came from the air.

Qian Chen, however, still held the "Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" and stood in the field!

Gregory, who was nailed to the wall, looked at this scene that the Holy Church had never had in a thousand years, and couldn't help but reveal a heartfelt smile. He was like a martyred saint, raising his head high on the steel bar that nailed him.

His gaze crossed the tip of his nose, looking down at all living beings...

The feathers fluttering in mid-air fell on him, melting like snow into faint white radiance.

At this moment, the whole picture was so holy that Gregory thought it was enough to be depicted on the dome of the Holy City for thousands of years, along with the Savior's martyrdom.

"Ignorant heretic!"

Gregory's voice was grand and indifferent, carrying a trace of an angel's divinity: "The Supreme Father created the spirit world and all souls! His Dao is indeed supreme... Even though you used the original sin left by the Cup Mother in the human world to let the blood moon pollute the world, the overlap of the spirit world and the present world will only make the Supreme Father's holy light even greater!"

"Perhaps, the Holy Church should have raised the red moon long ago to cleanse the filth and original sin of the human world!"

Gregory turned to look at the Princess, revealing a trace of a cold smile: "Especially those secular nobles who have abandoned their faith, are greedy and ignorant."

Princess Elizabeth was unwilling, but in the face of the tide of faith raised by the Holy Descent army, she could only kneel on one knee, expressing awe for this terrifying existence that had occupied the Western Continent for tens of thousands of years.

"Kneel. Submit!"

Gregory stared at Qian Chen and shouted sternly: "Sinner..."

Puchi!

Gregory lowered his head in a daze, seeing another steel bar fly out from the shadows, piercing his chest.

The bishop's blood flowed down, staining the tower of the Wisdom Zhong Lou red.

Anderson opened his mouth slightly, and the half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground...

The Princess suddenly raised her head, looking at this scene in disbelief.

An angel grabbed the gun body of the steel bar, but it was completely unable to stop the last trace of warmth from flowing out of Gregory's corpse. In the sky, a seven-winged Seraphim holding a fire sword swooped down suddenly. He retracted the seven wings that unfolded from his waist, ribs, and back.

The whole person turned into a golden holy radiance, pouring into Gregory's body.

'Gregory' opened his eyes, his pure gold eyes burning with flames. The two steel bars on his body were burned into molten iron. In the palm of the Seraphim, they condensed into a burning fire sword.

"Sinner!"

The Seraphim held the sword, and the wings formed by the light behind him unfolded. With a flap of his six wings, he arrived in front of Qian Chen in an instant.

The "Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" was suddenly pulled open in Qian Chen's hand.

The fire sword first touched the yellowed scripture. It should have easily pierced through the yellowed, fragile paper that seemed to break at a touch, but when the sword tip touched the ink, it was as if it were stuck to it. It could not pierce in, and the sword could not be withdrawn!

Qian Chen gently caught a feather falling from the sky. The angel feather that should have turned into light and scattered was twisted up in his hand.

Anderson's face changed drastically.

He stopped the Princess, stared at Qian Chen and said: "Among the living, the only one who can pick up an angel feather is a saint!"

The Princess looked back at Anderson in disbelief, pointing at the text squirming on the yellowed "Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun". Following the extinguished long sword of flames, it crawled bit by bit toward the Seraphim's body. The text was like insects, crawling bit by bit onto the Seraphim's face.

Two of the most weird characters, one like a dragon and snake wriggling, human head and snake tail, snake tail winding like the character 'zhi', human head looking up and staring at the sky, just like the first character.

Human head and snake body is 'Dao'!

Another character was among the lines drawn horizontally and vertically, an eye suddenly opened, and gradually it turned into a 'De'!

The seven-winged Seraphim was covered with text, and the six wings formed by the light behind him suddenly unfolded, and then bit by bit turned into reality. Every feather was painted with strange talismans.

The Princess pointed at this evil and weird scene and said: "This is also a saint?"

"A heretic's saint is also a saint!" Anderson lit a cigarette, took a puff, clamped the cigarette butt between his fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, and said calmly: "The Savior does not represent all of the Three Gods. If he can pick up an angel feather, then he is right. His spirituality is indeed a saint favored by the three gods of Lamp, Mirror, and Cup!"

The Princess was confused: "But he... the Seraphim is screaming!"

The Seraphim possessing Gregory's body looked up and emitted a miserable scream that sounded nothing like a human. Among the tens of thousands of angels in the sky, not a single one of the hundreds of angels possessing humans dared to approach.

Anderson said lightly: "Angels are just spirit world life condensed from the souls of the Holy Church's believers after they ascend to the spirit world! Angel feathers come directly from their proximity to the Lamp Father's radiance. High-level transcendentals can kill ten or eight angels with a wave of their hand, but they absolutely cannot pick up an angel feather..."

Qian Chen pressed the "Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" on the Seraphim's forehead until it was covered with mysterious scriptures.

Only then did he let go and look around.

"Barely enough!"

Qian Chen counted the number of angels descending from the spirit world, then closed the "Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" and said: "To be honest, you don't quite fit my aesthetics. I like those that are like meat balls, covered in eyes; those with a thousand wings, like chariots; those burning with flames, like dragons and snakes."

Seeing the Seraphim subdued by Qian Chen without any resistance, the three crows squeezed forward flatteringly.

"Sect Leader is mighty, just a slight move, and you can trample the Western Continent!"

Crow bowed his body and complimented flatteringly: "I knew the Sect Leader had everything under control and must have been prepared long ago!"

Qian Chen glanced at him and said lightly: "Prepared for what?"

"Prepared..." Crow just opened his mouth, then suddenly lowered his head and said: "It's the little one who talked too much! Sect Leader cleaning them up, why would he need preparation?"

"I already said! The Red Moon secret ritual is a ritual that overlaps the spirit world, the True Realm, and the present world!" Qian Chen seemed to have the intention of violating the second taboo to the end, actually explaining patiently to them: "Did you forget the True Realm, that is, the interface called the Abyss by the Western Continent?"

"Everything in the spirit world except for the true spirit contains falsehood, so they are bound to be vulnerable in the face of reality."

"It's just a bunch of big light bulbs falling down, what are you panicking about?"

Qian Chen really didn't understand.

In the transcendent system he designed, existence relying on the spirit world is the most fragile, followed by the present world, and the True Realm is the most cruel but also the most solid. Existence in the spirit world falling into the present world can be banished by mortals, let alone the gradually overlapping Abyss?

"Among the Hours, the six Hours of the True Realm restrain the three Hours of the spirit world, and the Three Creations restrain the six Hours of the True Realm, but Xuanjun is an exception. He and the Bright Lord are one body and two sides, two elements returning to one, so the 'Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun' is the secret transmission in the world that most restrains the Savior's faith path."

Qian Chen looked around at the five followers beside him and said calmly: "Watch carefully, I will only demonstrate once!"

"Using the 'Record of Ascending Spirits in the Illusion Realm', receive the light falling from the spirit world!"

Hearing this, Crow raised his head fiercely and looked at the Seraphim. Sure enough, the Seraphim's golden eyes trembled violently.

Only then did Qian Chen reveal a smile: "That's right, of course it was me who summoned these angels. Otherwise, do you think a small church with less than ten baptized ones could summon an army of tens of thousands of angels?"

"It was me who tore open the path to the Savior's Kingdom of God in the spirit world and received their descent. It was for the Lamp Father's light that they stole."

The Seraphim raised his finger, and the signet ring on it flickered with faint red light.

In the auditorium of the Miskatonic Theological Seminary, the hymns had paused, and several old matrons standing in the front row were tottering.

Qian Chen's indifferent voice came from the signet ring: "Secrecy, reality, magic medicine, and spirituality are the four elements of occultism, and angels are also a type of magic medicine!"

"Blasphemy!"

The matron standing at the very front screamed and fainted.

And Mitra didn't care about the chaos on the Holy Church's side at all, but took out a small notebook and wrote furiously, recording every word Qian Chen said without missing a single bit. At this moment, in the seminary auditorium, at least half of the Miskatonic students were taking out pens.

Matthews looked at his godfather, Archbishop Bell, hesitated for a moment, and also took out a pen, copying directly onto his shawl.

Qian Chen pointed casually, and the text wriggling and twisting on the Seraphim's body finally froze.

He continued to explain to the few people behind him: "Capture a Seraphim who is at least at the level of an Immortal, and write the 'Record of the Great Destruction of the True Realm' on his body..."

Only then did everyone know what the text covering the Seraphim was!

Crow admired: "The 'Secret Scripture of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun' has been in our sect for so many years, and the past sect leaders have studied it exhaustively, but no one has been able to realize the wonder of this 'Record of the Great Destruction of the True Realm'. The Sect Leader is indeed a person of heaven and man, like the appearance of the sun in the sky!"

Qian Chen smiled, and under the blood moon, he pinched the Seraphim's neck and came to a pool of water, looking at the red moon reflected inside.

The Seraphim's golden eyes suddenly focused, and the indifferent coldness quickly receded, revealing a trace of Gregory's spirituality. He begged: "No, no... please, have mercy!"

Qian Chen smiled and let go.

The ink flowing on the seven-winged Seraphim suddenly turned into countless hands. The pool of water reflecting the blood moon below suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss. Those hands kept reaching out from the water, grabbing every part of the Seraphim's body. Finally, more and more, increasingly crazy hands covered the angel's face.

In front of Qian Chen, countless hands grabbed the Seraphim and pulled him into the abyss.

At this moment, the hundreds of angels possessing humans in the square suddenly opened their mouths, emitting a sharp sound like an evil spirit's shriek. The countless streams of light in the sky, the countless angel feathers, were all suddenly opened by a huge suction force from beneath the ground.

The streams of light were sucked into the pool of water irresistibly, and the countless angel wings couldn't even struggle out a splash before being swallowed.

Only those angels possessing humans could barely resist...

They rushed toward Qian Chen, seemingly wanting to take him into the abyss together. They either hugged him around the waist or pounced on him fiercely. The crowd of people piling up like a mountain, hundreds of hands reached out toward Qian Chen.

But Qian Chen just stood with his back to the abyss, staring at them indifferently.

Those hands reached in front of him, but at a distance within reach, the angel's spirit was irresistibly stripped from the human body and pulled into the abyss.

The light gathered into a torrent, but unlike the solemn, holy, and majestic descent of the angel Holy Descent army, at this moment, every ray of light was helpless, emotionless, and only rational angels were filled with despair at this moment.

The remaining Night Watchers and priests in the square were all trembling, and no one dared to come up to stop this scene.

In the Theological Seminary auditorium, Archbishop Bell walked a few steps toward the side door in a daze, and then fell to the ground. The entire auditorium full of people was silent...

Qian Chen stood in front of the pool of water and reached out toward the distant clock tower.

But he saw the colored glass spliced into geometric patterns on the clock face of the clock tower slide suddenly, and the entire clock face moved like a Rubik's cube, re-splicing into the symbol of the Three Saints—the triangle composed of the lamp, the mirror, and the cup!

Finally, the triangle opened slowly, and a dusty big book floated out slowly.

Seven broken mirror fragments were embedded on the book, and the book title was spliced with seven-colored gemstones—"Book of Seven Lamps". ===== CHAPTER 906 =====