Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1761 - 1750: Strange Weather

Ning Fan ignored the smug old guy and sent a True Qi slash toward the gap between the two of them.From the feedback of the Divine Power, Ning Fan sensed a certain bond in the space, as if countless invisible threads entwined Alice and Hilde together.

"What a pity there's too little Divine Power."

Ning Fan felt a bit regretful. If his True Qi were fully converted to Divine Power, he was confident he could sever the effects of the spatial constraint.

"My offer still stands. What do you think?"

Without even lifting his head, Ning Fan responded, "Not interested!"

"If you're not afraid of death, then follow along."

Hilde's eyes turned cold as he continued to fly forward.

If not to ensure the task's flawless execution, with the Holy Artifact in hand, Hilde would have surely fought Ning Fan extensively.

"Really think you're invincible because of that turtle shell."

Ning Fan sneered, "Everything in the world has its limits. I don't believe you can break this rule."

Hilde's expression changed, and then he saw countless Ning Fans appear before him.

"Do you really think I can't handle you?"

With Hilde's restraint, he finally couldn't suppress the anger within.

As an Archbishop, he was willing to stoop to talk to Ning Fan, which was already a grand gesture.

"Holy Light Domain!"

"Holy Light Sword!"

"Holy Radiant Flame!"

Ning Fan, who was moving at high speed, suddenly felt his body sink. The void seemed to become a swamp and turned viscous, slowing Ning Fan's speed with an invisible drag.

At the same time, the void suddenly turned into a sea of fire, where the high temperature of the raging flames seemed to scorch the air, creating a distorted scene.

In the sea of fire, there were also countless arrows condensed from Holy Power.

At the moment of Hilde's attack, Ning Fan didn't care about his safety. Instead, he focused his attention on Alice right away.

Neither the sea of fire nor the Holy Light Arrows seemed capable of harming Alice.

"It seems Hilde is determined to capture Alice alive."

Thinking of this, Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to worry too much about Alice, as long as he prevented Hilde from becoming desperate and causing mutually assured destruction.

Surrounded by the sea of fire, Alice screamed frantically, "Ning Fan, you must leave. Don't worry about me."

"Alice, I'm fine."

Ning Fan stood proudly with the True Qi Protective Shield, directly withstanding the sea of fire and the dense rain of Holy Light Arrows.

"Magic is nothing more than this!"

Watching the ripples startled on the seven-colored protective shield, Hilde said unhurriedly, "Wait until your True Qi is exhausted to say such big words again."

A flash of surprise appeared in Ning Fan's eyes, "Old guy, you sure know quite a lot."

"Humph! Just wait."

Hilde said indifferently, "The flag of the Holy Temple will soon wave over the Eastern lands. When I become the Pope, I will certainly launch another Crusade."

"Let's see if you live to see that day!"

Ning Fan leisurely walked over, punching the layer of crystal armor.

Hilde sneered, "It's useless. With your power, you can't break the Armor of Light."

"Originally, I wasn't too sure if I could break this armor, but now I understand."

Hilde's heart tightened, unable to resist asking, "Understand what?"

"You're apprehensive because you also can't guarantee that this turtle shell can hold out indefinitely."

Ning Fan stared intently into those pale dead eyes, then laughed loudly, "So, I'm right."

Hilde's face darkened. He indeed felt apprehensive.

The so-called Holy Artifact is not a weapon used by the Holy Lord,

but rather weapons and armor used by the Holy Temple's Ascetics, like Stuart and other Knights, all of which are the most ordinary equipment.

Only through years of being tempered with the purest Holy Power by generations of Ascetics have these standard pieces of equipment become Holy Artifacts.

Once the Holy Power in the Holy Artifact is exhausted, the Holy Artifact will return to its original form.

In front of this humanoid dragon, this piece of armor made of Mithril was no different from paper.

"So what if you are right. Do you think you can last until the Holy Power is exhausted?"

A gleam of mockery appeared in Hilde's eyes. As a genuine Blessed One, he could at any time call upon his own Holy Power to replenish the consumption of the Holy Artifact.

Ning Fan said proudly, "Afraid of whom? When it comes to wars of attrition, I've never feared anyone."

He even hoped to summon the state of a Divine General when his resources were nearly depleted.

At that point, when True Qi completely became Divine Power, Ning Fan would truly possess the power of Anti-Magic.

...

"Why is the weather so strange today!"

Citizens of New York City on the street, lifted their heads to gaze at the distant sky.

Thunder and lightning, clouds swirling, amidst a sky as clear as washed, there even appeared a blaze of clouds.

Moreover, that piece of the sky flickered, as if a lightbulb was blinking.

"Could it be about to rain heavily?"

Realizing this, many people quickened their pace.

Among the crowd moving like a flood, a silhouette trudged along with heavy steps, shuffling laboriously.

A ragged man carried another man on his back, moving forward with difficulty.

Seeing this scene, many passerby gave a curious glance, and then a look of contempt crossed their eyes as they instinctively sidestepped the two.

However, a young girl noticed the man's handsome face, sculpted as if by an artist, and exclaimed, "Look! That man is so handsome."

The girl's companion scorned, "Are you lovestruck? What use is handsome if he's a tramp?"

"I'm just saying! I hate drunks the most."

"Being a tramp with hands and feet, such a person living is a waste of air."

...

Ignoring these spiteful whispers, Stuart lifted his head to look at the sky, having sensed something amiss from the strange celestial phenomena.

"It seems that man must have caught up with the Archbishop."

Recalling the earlier events, a complex look began to form in Stuart's deep eyes.

Abandoned by the higher-ups, betrayed by comrades…

Those scenes seemed like branding irons, burning fierce imprints into Stuart's heart.

"Am I not also lost in my faith?"

Looking at the unconscious Adams on his back, Stuart couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

When Raphael ordered the silence, Stuart hesitated for a moment; the Holy Light Slash he sent forth was just a millimeter away from Adams' heart.

Creating a scene of false death, he deceived Hilde's group.

Despite looking down on Adams as a person, even Stuart himself didn't know why he saved him.

After placing Adams on a bench, a look of confusion haunted Stuart's eyes, uncertain if he should return to Mount of Light.

"If I return now, I'm afraid I'll be interrogated and imprisoned in the Holy Prison."

After Ning Fan left, once Stuart regained consciousness from his blackout, the three Starlight Knights who had fled earlier returned to the park, taking away the gravely injured Raphael and the corpse of the Starlight Knight.