Millennium Witch

Book 3: Chapter 255: Divine Descent, Divine Descent!

Several thousand meters above Adelock, far from the city, a sleek airship was gliding quietly over the thick blanket of clouds. In stark contrast to the noise and danger of the world below, the VIP suite was wrapped in peaceful stillness.A faint incense fragrance lingered in the air. Lucia was already fast asleep on the velvet bed in the suite, while Yvette sat curled up in a wide armchair by the window, wrapped in a blanket. Her gaze passed through the porthole glass to the endless sea of clouds outside, who knew what she was thinking.

Actually—

She was watching a livestream.

Using a faith-based spell, she had constructed within her mind a pure-white “divine realm.” She couldn’t summon it out to fight with like Tertia could, but she could use it like an old security guard in a monitoring room, watching the status of the Goddess’s favored below—though at the moment, the only “live channel” she could tune into was Ezra’s.

Yvette had no idea what was wrong with the Sunflame Sect and the Cloudpeak Sect, that they would suddenly make a move against Ezra. It was like a street that already had two milk tea shops competing with each other: she opened a third one, and instead of engaging in normal business competition, the first two immediately panicked and teamed up to drive her out.

That was just going too far.

Precisely because she was so displeased by this, Yvette had directly pushed the not-yet-fully-designed “system” over to Ezra’s side.

It came with an exchange screen built in, letting you spend Contribution Points to upgrade mana, raise skill levels, unlock new skills, alchemical items, and even auto-battle algorithms.

It was worth noting that upgrading mana was the hardest of all, since it required consuming an exponentially increasing amount of faith-essence to reinforce the outer shell of the Benediction sphere, increasing its density. Skill upgrades, on the other hand, were much easier.

So for a long time to come, her Apostles would all be powerhouses capable of fighting above their rank.

In the dark forest, Ezra dodged the attacks raining down from above by weaving between thick tree trunks, while fumbling to figure out how to control the Book of Lightning floating before his eyes. He found that all he had to do was focus his thoughts to turn its pages; operating it wasn’t complicated.

He quickly skimmed the exchange list on the second page. Next to the ten-odd options were brief descriptions, and every one of them required spending so-called “Goddess Contribution Points.”

But with the situation this tense, Ezra had no time to calmly study which choices suited him best and which were unnecessary.

So he went straight to the most expensive options he could currently afford and locked onto one item priced at ten thousand points—an alchemical gear set called Skywolf Armor.

Compared to this fully enclosed suit of armor, all the others were weapons and combat arts. Useful, yes, but they couldn’t help him withstand the Sunflame Sect’s Sun God miracles.

You it is, then!

In a moment of crisis, Ezra made his choice. The next second, as the exchange completed, blue-violet light spread from the girl-shaped mark on his chest, sweeping across his whole body. Wherever the radiance passed, a full suit of armor snapped into place over him.

The armor’s main color was ink-dark blue, with key areas covered by bright-silver reinforcing plates. The helm was shaped like a wolf’s head, with two sharp, blue crystal eyes that glowed faintly in the night.

“What is that?!” Isaac’s pupils shrank as he caught the change in Ezra’s appearance at once.

He saw that a strange and awe-inspiring suit of armor had appeared on Ezra’s body, covered in countless lightning motifs and wolf-shaped engravings. A thick belt wrapped around the waist, its center holding a rotating lightning core that continuously pumped mana through him like an engine, sending ghostly blue light flowing through his body like veins.

Before he could examine it closely, the armored Ezra shot up into the sky. He discovered that the Skywolf Armor bestowed an incredibly powerful jump assist, letting him leap from the ground and strike at the birdfolk in midair.

So from Isaac’s perspective, in practically an instant, that lightning knight with the glowing crystal eyes was suddenly right in front of him—so fast he barely had time to react. He hurriedly chopped forward with his sword, only to see the lightning knight simply grab the blade with one hand, not dodging at all, while his other hand clenched into a fist and slammed into Isaac’s chest and gut.

With the sound of protective mana shattering, Isaac spat blood and was punched straight out of the air, plummeting toward the ground. In the distance, Radiant Bishop Ekef tried to support him with the Sun God’s miracles, but the scorching sunlight that fell upon the lightning knight’s armor had no visible effect at all.

Seeing this lightning knight—who in Ekef’s eyes had appeared out of nowhere—still chasing Isaac, clearly intending to finish him off, Ekef hurriedly gripped his staff and shot forward on Wind Magic. One after another, fireballs filled with golden holy flame formed around him as he tried to use them to block the lightning knight.

But to his surprise, the lightning knight simply grabbed Isaac by the wings and swung him around, hurling him into those golden holy fireballs like a bowling ball. Feathers charred black as Isaac screamed again and again.

Ekef’s expression immediately tightened. He didn’t exactly mind burning off a few of Isaac the birdman’s feathers, but this lightning knight was far stronger than he’d imagined—was this one of the Lightning Apostle’s companions?

With the situation changing, he instantly felt the urge to retreat. As for the weakened Isaac lying on the ground, he could be left to the other side. Ekef certainly didn’t mind.

On the windswept wilderness, he hesitated for only a second before turning and leaving without the slightest shame. However, the lightning knight clearly had no intention of letting him go. Ignoring Isaac on the ground, he charged straight at Ekef.

Ekef pushed his Wind Magic as hard as he could to gain speed, casting the Sun God’s miracles backward as he fled while at the same time trying to pray for his deity’s aid.

But now he had fallen into the same predicament Ezra had been in just moments earlier: his mind was wound too tight and too anxious to enter a state of flow, and without that, he couldn’t sink into the immersive state of prayer.

Was he really about to die here, because of a trivial nobody?

Panic closed in on him as the lightning knight in mysterious armor drew nearer and nearer. Those crystal eyes glowing with eerie blue light were like the scythe of Death itself closing from behind, sending a chill through him from head to toe.

Then, at that very instant, the thick clouds in the night sky suddenly seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand. A shaft of pure, warm golden holy light, filled with absolute majesty, pierced the darkness and fell upon Ekef.

The cold wind roared all around him, yet his body was wrapped in warmth.

Ezra stopped, raised his head, and saw a gigantic sun-emblem holy symbol appear in the holy light above Ekef’s head.

Divine Descent! He instantly understood what the appearance of that holy symbol meant and froze in shock, quietly observing.

Ekef, after a few seconds of stunned disbelief, suddenly erupted into wild joy, laughing like a man saved from the brink of death. “My God—my God is watching over me! My God has descended! Prepare to be burned to ash by my God’s radiance, you wicked heretic!”

Hearing this, Ezra did not respond. His heart was taut with dread and confusion, and he had no idea what he should do next.

He might be favored by the Goddess, but this was his first time witnessing a so-called Divine Descent. And the one descending was the Sun God—the True God of legend he had heard about since childhood, who should, by rights, possess supreme might.

Now that the Sun God’s will had descended, could he really survive, even with the Skywolf Armor?

Yet before Ekef’s laughter had finished echoing, the night sky changed again. A strand of silver light was born, scattering the deep darkness. It split the world cleanly in two alongside the Sun God’s golden radiance, the two lights dividing heaven and earth into separate halves.

Ekef’s expression froze at once. He stared in disbelief as another enormous symbol took shape above the lightning knight’s head: the side profile of a girl, drawn in clean, graceful lines—just as huge and just as clear.

Divine Descent—another Divine Descent!

No one would have imagined that this minor battle, one that didn’t even involve high-tier mages, would draw down the wills of two deities to descend at the same time!