Chapter 893: Chapter 521: I Declare: I Am the Sole Ruler of the Kingdom of Hightins (Part 4)

The York Family’s acquisition of the throne is the Creator’s will, and Lancaster’s loss of the throne is also the Creator’s will.

Even if you manage to seize the crown by force, the Saints of St. Peter’s Cathedral and His Holiness the Pope will not recognize your position.

Return obediently, and you may yet keep your life; otherwise, neither you nor your followers will stand against the Church’s thunderous wrath!"

Upon hearing these words, Edward IV and other Royalists immediately rekindled their hope.

"Yes, although the Silver Law and the Royal Iron Law both acknowledge Byron’s legitimacy in reclaiming the throne, the Church disagrees.

Since the Dark Millennium, as long as the world’s foremost extraordinary force does not permit it, no King has ever held the throne securely."

Laws condone, Church rejects!

What arrogance is this?

And indeed, the Church had such confidence; the last bold rebel eventually knelt barefoot in confession clothes, amidst the chilling snow outside the castle with his wife and children, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.

Only after three days and nights, nearly reaching the point of death, did he receive the Pope’s pardon.

That tragic precedent forced all secular kings to lower their proud heads before the religious authority.

The royal power has been tightly suppressed by religious power for centuries.

But... that was before the Church split!

Byron, without a shred of reverence, casually swung a sword and sliced the two angels attacking him into four parts, sneered at the Archbishop of Canterbury, who hadn’t yet grasped the situation:

"Fool! You still think it is the Dark Millennium when your Church can do as it pleases, persecuting any King at will?

Guess why I waited until the religious war broke out before acting?

Heretics who satisfy their private desires under the guise of the Godly Name will be the first to die on Judgment Day!

Lancaster has a blood debt to settle with your Orthodox Church; none of you can escape.

And you say I won’t be recognized by the Church?

Ha, then I’ll build a Church myself!

My Archbishop, come forth!"

Upon his words, a pure white Holy Light emanated from the cabin of the Fearless, and a figure clad in priestly robes slowly ascended from the cabin threshold.

One could barely discern the outline of a female stranger, yet her specific identity remained undetectable.

This was actually Teresa, transformed into a Half-Night Demon, modifying her appearance with Shapeshifting as the first Archbishop of the Royal National Church, the Sister of Mercy!

The Bishop’s Authority Ring was not very effective in the colonies, but under the complete coverage of the Silver Law at home, it instantly exerted all its power.

Upon arriving here, her aura quickly surged, and in the blink of an eye rivaled that of the Archbishop of Canterbury.

"That... is the Bishop’s Authority Ring? Where did you get it from?!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

While Canary Archbishop Robins failed to recognize the identity of this clergy member, he did recognize the ring on her finger.

Startled for a moment, he quickly realized that the recently missing ring was singular, and his expression changed drastically:

"It’s you! Byron Lancaster, you attacked the Malta Monastery! Rescued your kin and killed Warden Archbishop Babatila?

That landslide wasn’t an accident?

Your boldness is impressive; how dare you murder a Cardinal? You’re doomed; in the Material World, no one can save you!"

Previously, when seeking to threaten Byron into compliance using his kin, this Archbishop was indeed a conspirator, knowing plenty of inside information.

Now it seems their scheme had always been beneath Byron’s nose and had been deftly resolved by him early on.

How laughable that his group had been kept in the dark, mistakenly believing it was an accident.

This last Lancaster was far more insidious, cunning, and exceptionally patient than anyone imagined.

Not only does he aim to seize secular royal power, but he also plans to lead the entire Kingdom of Hightins to backstab the Orthodox Church, becoming a new district for Protestant forces.

This individual cannot be allowed to remain.

"Unforgivable!

Profane! Lancaster, this is blasphemy against the Creator, even descending into the Netherworld cannot cleanse your sins!"

Yet no matter how much Robins shouted in anger, it was to no avail.

Teresa had already blocked his way, her finger’s Bishop’s Authority Ring radiating the Sun Wheel, forcing his roaring back into his throat.

"This is terrible!"

The Church’s support was Edward IV’s trump card, the source of all his courage.

With the largest card removed, his courage followed suit, losing nearly all, his heart skipping a beat.

As his chest heaved like a bellows, gasping for air, he furiously shouted towards the disabled [Sea Hunter], Marquis of Neville, Marquess of Norwich, [Devil Duke]:

"You useless bunch, get up, block this traitor! Do it now, ugh..."

As the sound of a sword being drawn echoed, he unexpectedly found his numb, aching left side suddenly feeling chilly, as if someone had pierced it.

Slowly lowering his head, he realized it wasn’t just an impression; a sharp sword had indeed penetrated his lower back.

A voice strained to suppress excitement sounded in his ear:

"Brother, hand your crown over to me.

Since you’re immersed in beauty and pleasure all day, allowing me to handle affairs, why not give me the throne as well, allowing me to rule this Kingdom in your stead?"

Edward IV slowly turned his head, seeing the traitor who stabbed him.

It was his most trusted younger brother, Richard.

Yet this closest kin, at the crucial moment, dealt him the most fatal blow.

"Richard—!"

At this moment, relinquishing the throne to hand over the Fifth Order strength to the skilled [Devil Duke] Richard does present a chance for survival and is indeed the best choice for the York Family.

But how could Edward IV resign willingly?

While he turned his head, his pupils further contracted.

He observed among the disabled a figure, supposedly gravely injured, with "bone-broken muscle-torn", silently approach Richard from behind, wielding the renowned Sure-hit Spear, Gungnir.

Resonating with the Golden Deer behind him, in an instant, he surprisingly manifested strength parallel to the Fifth Order.

Then... the spear thrusts like a dragon!

"Uh..."

Even Richard, stabbing Edward IV with his sword, couldn’t help but slowly lower his head, discovering a long spear piercing through his back waist, out through his front abdomen.

Turning his head towards behind, he found it difficult to discern the attacker’s identity.

The light was blinding, it was under the Halo of the Great Benefactor, the figure stood at the moral high ground, the perpetrator stood in the ardent sunlight.

Despite it being identical retaliation, he felt this stab was justified, righteous indeed, an act... of righteous backstabbing!

"Hahaha, Lord Tudor, cough... you did... uh..."

Edward IV had just weakly praised one.

But realized the spear that pierced Richard continued growing, then lightning-fast penetrated his right kidney, symmetrically emerging from his abdomen alongside Richard’s sword.

His eyes widened:

"Fool, you pierced... pierced the wrong one!"

Squish! Squish!

Never anticipated the other two "Great Loyalists," Marquis of Neville and Marquess of Norwich, also stabbed their weapons into his body from front and back.

The several "Great Loyalists of York" collectively looked up and grinned at him:

"Rest assured, no mistake."