I Created Scientific Magic

On a street within the capital of [Hadarat], Apu, who had escaped, covered the pierced wound on his left shoulder and stopped in a shadowy alley, blood continuously dripping from his wound, staining his dark leather armor red.

With a furrow in his brow, Apu activated the Healing Divine Skill to heal the wound, but he could still feel the remnants of the shattered bullet fragments inside his body.

“This body is truly too weak…” Apu muttered to himself with a frown, as a powerfully potent six-ring clergyman; he had never imagined that one day he would be reduced to such a state.

If it weren’t for the power of the holy emblem, he would have probably died by now.

And this holy emblem, crafted from the knucklebone of the first saint, was placed within the church to accumulate the faith of the Believers, aiding in the casting of even more powerful Divine Arts.

It was his confidence in facing two great Wizards; however, what Anluoke hadn’t expected was that Kodi, whose memory he had searched, had somehow eluded the scrutiny of the Divine Arts with unknown methods, leading them into a trap…

The power of magic had come so swiftly that he had no time to react; his entire body went numb, losing all sensation. Anluoke could only invest his fragmented consciousness into the holy emblem before his body was completely destroyed in thunder and explosion.

Now, he must decide whether to stay and deal with those two devilish Believers or to send the news back to the Sekas Empire.

“Oh great Lord, save your most devout Believer…” “Please bring down your punishment and chastise those malefactors!” “Your most devout Believer is willing to offer everything…”

Echoing faintly, a series of calls came from the holy emblem; it was the citizens of the capital, hiding at home in terror, praying to the great Lord.

Anluoke immediately sensed an opportunity, a chance for retaliation. The prayers of tens of thousands of people were enough for him to perform the Divine Descent Technique in his current state, bringing forth a sliver of the great Lord’s incarnation.

“Come, all of the Lord’s most devout Believers, come here!” Anluoke conveyed his message to every Believer through the holy emblem, over and over again.

Around the capital, the citizens, who were devoutly praying, simultaneously heard the call resonate in their minds.

“This is the will of God!” “Oh Lord, You have not abandoned your Believers…”

One after another, the Believers shouted excitedly, heedless of the ongoing chaos in every corner of the capital, resolutely stepping out of their doors and converging in the central square of the capital.

“What’s going on, have these people gone mad?” Ryder, who had just captured three city gates of the capital with his men and was preparing to arrest Prince Harold, witnessed such a bizarre scene.

Many citizens who had been hiding at home took to the streets in unison, chanting that it was all the will of the Lord, a dark tide surging like a wave.

The musketeers responsible for maintaining order were also startled; even as they fired warning shots, they couldn’t stop what was happening.

“What do we do now? Should we kill these people?” a panicked musketeer said.

Ryder struggled with the decision; although the citizens were not attacking them, anyone with eyes could see that something was very wrong with these people.

But firing upon defenseless civilians who offered no resistance went against their initial intentions.

The prayers in the center of the square grew louder; the faith of tens of thousands became a key and an anchor point. Seeing the moment ripe, Anluoke took off the holy emblem from above his head and tossed it into the air.

“Praise—Heaven’s Descent!”

Anluoke recited an ancient and obtuse incantation.

In an instant, a column of white light shot upward from the holy seal, illuminating the entire capital, and it seemed as if stars in the night sky trembled and fell. The pure white light gradually transformed into a sacred and noble phantom of a goddess. She looked down upon all beings, radiating an endless aura of dignity and divinity.

Melodic hymns echoed in the sky, a sense of indescribable majesty spreading across the heavens. All the believers knelt on the ground, in the most humble postures, singing the praises of the Lord’s mercy and greatness.

Ryder and his corps of musketeers were also stunned, looking up at the phantom of the goddess in the sky, cold sweat running down their foreheads, their legs involuntarily weakening.

And believers like Ham, who had already given up their faith, found themselves uncontrollably kneeling on the ground, loudly confessing their sins.

“I didn’t expect Anluoke still possessed such power,” Lynn, who was in the capital, watched the scene, having already received reports from the musketeers and naturally aware of what had happened at Hattar’s residence.

The person who had suddenly behaved abnormally, injured his colleagues, and then disappeared without a trace, was very likely to have been controlled, and only someone like Anluoke, who was a Cardinal, could achieve this.

Furthermore, the cunning man had blended himself among tens of thousands, using these destitute people as a shield. Lynn did not wish to conduct a massacre unless absolutely necessary, as it would not be conducive to their prolonged rule.

“Do you have a way to deal with this thing, Anthony?” Lynn asked curiously.

“You jest, although this is only a projection containing a fraction of her power, it is still on another level,” Anthony said with an expression of utmost solemnity, realizing just now how much he had underestimated the Cardinal’s power.

Even as a Wizard of the Sixth Circle, it was still far from enough to establish a Magic Kingdom with the power from just one school of magic.

“With your current power, can you cast a second legendary spell?” Anthony asked tentatively. “I just sensed a strong Divine Arts power. The support for this avatar should be at the center of her forehead.”

“Of course not!” Lynn shook his head.

He was only a Wizard of the Third Circle, and did not have that ability.

The magic Lynn had used before had been prepared over several days, aided by Celestial Phenomenon and an Alchemical Formation, to achieve such an effective outcome.@@novelbin@@

“Then we have no choice but to retreat!” Anthony sighed, not expecting that despite all they had done and taking control of the entire capital, they would have to flee in such a panic.

The most anxious was Hattar; he had just ascended the throne, but now he had to retreat, handing over the capital to his brother, something Hattar could not bear.

“What about the musketeers in the capital? Their long sticks that spout fire are very formidable, right? I also have three thousand crossbowmen; put together, a few thousand men should be able to shoot her down!” Hattar said with a fierce expression.

Anthony glanced at him, about to mock Hattar for his unrealistic notion, but then he heard Lynn speak.

“There’s no need to retreat. Thankfully, I had prepared some things in advance for such emergencies, though I thought they might not be needed,” Lynn suddenly spoke, pulling everyone’s spirits back from the abyss.