Chapter 1033

Chapter 1033 Temple of Gods

 

“Angel Church?” Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then asked, “Was your interaction with the Angel Church friendly or…?”

“Some time ago, their Grand Angel Bishop came to North Capital, someone called Arks… I killed him,” said Fang Yu. “But I think this Arks was just a puppet, not the real bishop of the Angel Church, right?”

“You killed Arks…” Yan Zhen looked at Fang Yu with a strange expression.

“What? Was he really the bishop of the Angel Church?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked.

“…Yes.” Yan Zhen suddenly realized, “No wonder the Angel Church has closed its doors to the outside world recently…”

“What’s the relationship between the Angel Church and the Temple of Gods? I heard before that the Angel Church is the highest-ranking organization in the Western Regions,” said Fang Yu.

“That’s just on the surface… The Temple of Gods remains hidden in the depths, not wanting to be discussed by the world.” Yan Zhen’s face still showed shock as he said, “In terms of relationship… the Angel Church is like the outward symbol of the Temple of Gods. Today, people in the Western Regions only know about the Angel Church, but not its true source… the Temple of Gods.”

“You just said Arks of the Angel Church seemed like a puppet, that’s because…”

“It has always been controlled by the Temple of Gods.”

“So what about the so-called Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger I just saw?” Fang Yu asked. “Arks, who fought with me before, seemed to have only one pair of wings, so two wings?”

Yan Zhen turned to look at the Wall of Prophecy and said, “Controlled puppets like Arks don’t even qualify as true Two-Winged Divine Messengers.”

“In the Temple of Gods, there are at least fifteen Two-Winged Divine Messengers, perhaps ten Four-Winged Divine Messengers, then Six-Winged, Eight-Winged, Ten-Winged, Twelve-Winged…”

“I don’t know the exact numbers of these Divine Messengers, but the only thing I can be certain of is that there is only one Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger. It is the master of the Temple of Gods, the true incarnation of divinity.”

“So the crown-wearing figure I just saw… is this unique Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger?” Fang Yu asked.

Yan Zhen turned around and nodded: “If your description is correct, then that’s it.”

“You just said this is the Wall of Prophecy… does seeing it mean it will become my enemy? After all, I killed its puppet Arks,” said Fang Yu.

“…Very likely,” Yan Zhen nodded in response.

“I see, a Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger… interesting.” Fang Yu stood up with a smile.

Seeing Fang Yu’s relaxed expression, Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment before saying: “Fang Yu, the Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger is a true divine incarnation… a human body may not be able to withstand it.”

Hearing this, Fang Yu looked at Yan Zhen and asked: “It’s just a divine incarnation, not a true god, right? If so, why fear it? Besides, you’re a Nine-Star Archmage, do you really believe in gods?”

Yan Zhen was stunned for a moment, then answered: “The higher the star level, the more one believes in the existence of gods… My knowledge of the Temple of Gods comes from my teacher. He reached the peak of magecraft, a Ten-Star Archmage… he once visited the Temple of Gods and met and conversed with the Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger.”

“After returning, he told me something.”

“It was a long speech… but my deepest impression was that he said the Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger was full of divinity, having transcended the mortal realm.”

“Where exactly is the Temple of Gods located?” Fang Yu asked.

“Unknown. I asked my teacher the same question, but he never answered,” Yan Zhen replied.

“Where is your teacher now? I’d like to meet him,” Fang Yu asked.

“My teacher… passed away many years ago,” Yan Zhen answered.

“I see…” Fang Yu stroked his chin, narrowing his eyes slightly.

According to what Yan Zhen had said earlier, the Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger was most likely an enemy.

So, if Fang Yu couldn’t find the Temple of Gods, he would have to wait for it to come to him.

The result would be the same either way, so it didn’t matter.

“You mentioned earlier that there’s a black star flying toward my destiny chart. Could that be referring to this Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger?” Fang Yu suddenly asked.

Yan Zhen’s expression immediately changed.

The mention of the black star reminded him of his previous divination for Fang Yu.

For anyone else to be enemies with the Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger… he would think it presumptuous.

But Fang Yu standing before him… might actually be capable of it!

After all…

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen felt a sharp pain in his head, letting out a groan of pain and stepping back.

Fang Yu looked at Yan Zhen with confusion and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Fang Yu… please stop asking about the divination. I really… can’t tell you more,” Yan Zhen said, his face pale as he gasped for breath.

Fang Yu observed Yan Zhen’s condition, which didn’t seem to be an act.

But why… couldn’t he reveal the divination results?

What exactly was the problem?

As Fang Yu was pondering this, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Fang Yu took out his phone; the call was from an unknown number.

“…I’m looking for Fang Yu.”

As soon as the call connected, Fang Yu heard a trembling female voice.

The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t immediately place it.

“Who are you?” Fang Yu asked.

“…I am Violet,” the caller replied.

Violet?

The last time he had dealt with her was at the Chimera Snow Plain, when they eliminated the Lich King and Dr. Gary.

Fang Yu’s eyes flickered as he asked, “Why are you calling me?”

“Our organization… has suffered retaliation from the Angel Church,” Violet’s voice trembled severely.

Violet’s tone surprised Fang Yu.

In his impression, Violet had always been a cold and formidable woman, never showing weakness.

But now her voice on the phone was filled with terror.

And she had mentioned the Angel Church.

Fang Yu glanced at the Wall of Prophecy in front of him, narrowing his eyes, and asked, “Is it because last time at Chimera Park, you appeared to be on my side?”

“I don’t know… but our organization has been destroyed. They… are too powerful,” Violet said, choking up. “Except for me… all members of the Violet Organization were slaughtered, in the most cruel manner…”

“They called it… divine judgment.”

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and asked, “Did they have wings?”

“…Yes, six people in total, all with a pair of white wings…” Violet answered with a trembling voice.

Two-Winged Divine Messengers?

“They mentioned you… They said we are all sinners, and after judging me and my subordinates… they would judge you next…” Violet said.

So they’ve come after all.

A cold light flashed in Fang Yu’s eyes as he asked, “Where are they now?”

“I… don’t know. They left after the killings,” Violet answered.

Fang Yu thought for a moment, then asked, “Where are you now?”

“I’m on Law Island in the Western Regions… I can send you the exact location,” Violet said.

“Send it over. I’ll come find you,” Fang Yu said.

After hanging up, Fang Yu looked at the Wall of Prophecy in front of him and said with surprise, “I didn’t expect this wall could really prophesy…”

Yan Zhen, whose complexion had somewhat recovered, hesitantly asked, “The Twelve-Winged Divine Messenger…”

“For now, only Two-Winged Divine Messengers have come. I need to go to the Western Regions to check the situation,” Fang Yu said.

“Our Order’s headquarters has a teleportation array that can get you to the Western Regions in the fastest way possible,” Yan Zhen said.

“Oh? That’s even better. Take me there,” Fang Yu said.

…

Five minutes later, Fang Yu followed Yan Zhen to the depths of the Order’s headquarters.

Before him was a massive square formation, with rule power fusing at various points, centered around a crystal containing powerful spatial energy.

Fang Yu had already given Violet’s address to Yan Zhen.

“For such a long-distance teleportation, there will definitely be positioning errors. When you arrive in the Western Regions, you might still need to travel some distance,” Yan Zhen said.

“You can activate the array now,” Fang Yu said.

Yan Zhen said no more, extending his right hand forward as his staff appeared in it.

Then, Yan Zhen began chanting an incantation.

The formation on the ground emitted an intense light.

Spatial power enveloped Fang Yu’s entire body.

“Whoosh!”

Seconds later, the light flashed.

Fang Yu’s figure disappeared within the formation.