Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 760 - 702

Mr. Raymond had recently been quite pleased.

When he returned to the Church of Holy Light from the meeting, he discovered a taint of corruption on his soul. It was the cluster of psychic distortion produced by Lyle’s Dream-making Flower; the dream communication with the literary society was bidirectional. The difference lay in the fact that the literary society had been twisted into Warriors of Light, while Mr. Raymond quickly found a stubborn cluster of spiritual illusions lurking in a corner of his soul.

Just by thinking slightly about the related content and touching that cluster of illusions, every action he had experienced in the dreams re-emerged in his mind, attempting to twist Raymond into the God of Light. The lurking mental disease was as insidious and malicious as a bone-clinging growth.

Mr. Raymond was pleased that the Child of the Holy Light had even enhanced him with a memory function. In a good mood, Mr. Raymond did not erase the corrupted clump from his soul.

He greeted Loveday amiably, the diligent Dark Star Spirit was praying, and his piety seemed simple and pure to Raymond, a shame that it couldn’t communicate with the Holy Light. But it didn’t matter, Mr. Raymond would act out the affection of the Holy Light on his behalf.

As for another companion, Sister Eliane, she had long since left. This woman had undergone negative changes in Mr. Raymond’s eyes, especially after meeting the Child of the Holy Light, her self-abandonment was particularly evident. After all, being a Dissenter, spiritual corruption was easier to come by. Raymond felt some sympathy for her; surely the Purifiers were too dazzling, causing the inferior nun to feel lost and pained by the contrast.

He, as the leader of the Holy Light Almighty Sect, had been somewhat negligent, not considering the psychology of his subordinates, and this was his responsibility. Mr. Raymond silently vowed that in the future, he would pay more attention to Sister Eliane, not allowing this sister who was falling from grace to wander astray indefinitely, and certainly not allowing her to plummet into the shadows and mix dirt with George.

Speaking of which, what the hell had George gone through to fall to this state of today, the Holy Light Fist he practiced, said to torment but actually meant to "heal" with the Holy Light, did not improve him in the slightest. His life’s hard work, the character-correcting Holy Light Fist, only made him howl; was it still not strong enough, after all, he was a Crusader leader, at an angelic level.

Mr. Raymond remembered the Fire Angel, who was frequently tardy, took early leave, or was absent during the worship times; defiant towards priests and bishops, and brawling with military comrades (under the guise of training). Wait, could it be, George was a bastard even when alive?! The strength of the angel’s halo made everything look reasonable.

Apparently, there were clear signs of the pursuer’s fall from grace; every loss began with shirking responsibilities. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Mr. Raymond stood at the lectern, deep in thought for so long that he heard George’s call.

The Holy Light would pay attention to the last human; Mr. Raymond, as an embodiment of the Holy Light, also represented a part of it, thus he would pay attention to those he cared about, ready to respond at a moment’s call.

George, the problem brother, a fire-starter, was one of them.

Mr. Raymond maintained his good mood and quickly headed to George’s location, hoping that a proactive beating could prove George’s repentant heart.

Mr. Raymond arrived.

Mr. Raymond saw.

Mr. Raymond became serious.

Mr. Raymond said.

"My brother, whoever you want to kill, I’ll help you."

"Raymond! Go to hell!"— With that sympathetic, pitying look, and adding his status as the main culprit, Raymond was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for Mr. Dark. Mr. Dark’s power burst forth even more, and he turned into a meteorite heading towards Raymond, aiming to plant his raging fist on Raymond’s contemplative face.

Mr. Raymond sighed. Again, taking good intentions for an ass’s liver and lungs, I thought he was serious, facing a crisis, but it turned out to be yet another senseless ambush.

He tilted his head to dodge the dark punch, his body remained motionless, and the descending Holy Light palm, like a fierce hurricane, struck the Ethereal’s face.

"Stop messing around, little brother, your close combat is exceptionally bad."

The Ethereal was slapped, flying in a circle in the air, with spinning cloud wings following the circle’s center turning into a magnificent whirlwind, admirable to behold.

In the darkness with a flare of flame, the Ethereal’s left face turned golden; set against the overall darkness it shone like gold.

An exaggerated handprint made the rage of the dark even more hysterical.

"Aaargh!!!"

"Raymond!!!"

"You dare!!! You actually dare!!!"

Mr. Dark’s words were cut off by Mr. Raymond.

"It’s not the first time you’ve been slapped, why are you gasping for breath like that, George."

"Aaargh!!!"

Mr. Dark, covering his face, began to throw Shadow Fragments.

The dangerous Shadow Fragments exploded into little flames on the Holy Light Armor, extinguished under the Holy Light. Mr. Raymond flexed his wrists, ready for the familiar process.

Someone interrupted Raymond’s happiness.

The principal breathed a sigh of relief; he was grateful that the disaster of the Holy Light hadn’t taken the wrong side. But now was not the time for their private feud.

"Raymond! Stop, this is a misunderstanding!"

"A misunderstanding?" Raymond glanced at the headmaster, with his wizard hat askew, rather perplexed by how many Liches stood in the courtyard. But it didn’t matter. It was only natural for me, Raymond, to want to hit George.

"Old man, it’s none of your business, the matter between us two."

"A misunderstanding? What I’m beating is the misunderstanding! Some people just deserve a beating."

The dean was somewhat speechless. Were the thought processes of the solemn mystics assembly-line products?

But he had learned his lesson.

"Kid, take a close look at what’s behind the darkness, look at the members of the Literary Club."

Raymond was a bit shocked, but still took the advice of the dean. This old guy wasn’t out to lunch yet.

"The Literary Club? Those are mud that won’t stick to the wall. If they stir up any trouble, I’d be too happy for it."

"Ah, I see. So, George, your fiery temper is because that bunch of scum ran into trouble."

"Hmph, let’s see how pathetic your lackeys turn out to be."

"..."

One big light bulb and a group of small light bulbs stared at each other, wide-eyed. Amid the silence, the Warrior of Light saw something.

"God of Light! Are you here to save us? Holy Light above, please eradicate all this evil!!"

"God! Help us!!!"

Warriors of Light began to join their hands in prayer, some people even knelt on the ground, worshipping Raymond in the air.

Mr. Raymond stiffened up, feeling terrified.

George’s cronies, turned into my cronies?! The Literary Club, renounced its evil ways and embraced the Holy Light?!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Raymond subconsciously denied reality, then suddenly remembered the details of the Andrey News he had discussed with Eliane a few days ago.

It was possible, anything was possible.

As long as it involved the Purifier, Lyle, anything was possible.

Mr. Dark wasn’t stupid. He noticed the fear in Raymond’s eyes after seeing the Warrior of Light, a reaction that was all too familiar. Raymond wasn’t an insider either, and much of Mr. Dark’s anger evaporated.

This was a misunderstanding, and the Dark accepted this fact in his heart.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be very angry. The great Dark Lord would never admit he was wrong.

The problem was now quite simple.

How to survive under Raymond’s fist.

Strike first to gain the initiative! Spit venom!

"Raymond! You actually whitewashed my Dark Legion while I was away! You... Filthy Holy Light Messenger! Do you have any explanations for this?"

Quick, say you didn’t know, that you’re a victim too. Then I, this lord, would benevolently forgive you, no hard feelings about the slap earlier.

"I have nothing to explain."

You... Did you really freaking do this?! Damn it, I’m angry, but I can’t beat you.

Mr. Dark snorted coldly, readjusting his mindset.

"Fine! Since you’ve admitted your mistake, then tell me where you went wrong!"

Mr. Raymond clenched his fists and lowered his head, showing an appearance of regret.

"I was wrong to consider myself above others, to be arrogant because of my talent. I thought I understood the Child of the Holy Light’s adoration for me, yet, I underestimated this bond!"

"The Plague Doctor, oh, he really, really, really, really admires me!!!"

"For my sake, he actually purified the Literary Club’s rotten fish and shrimp into Holy Light."

"So powerful!"

"Is this what one would do for faith, for love, capable of anything!"

Mr. Dark was shocked.

"What? You’re saying the Plague Doctor did this?!"

"What kind of rubbish purification, this is brainwashing! The potential of my Dark Legion’s four generals of corruption possessed such potential! Brainwashing and assimilation, isn’t that the specialty of those pyramid-scheme priests! Another Gallaron?!"