At the entrance of the God King Cathedral’s main hall.
Dorothy forcefully pushed open the two massive wooden doors that had been closed, revealing the interior of the cathedral’s hall before her eyes.
At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary cathedral, even sowhat simple, nowhere near as luxurious as she had imagined.
But after the hobody witch examined it more closely, she couldn’t help but cover her eyes.
Goodness, it was all top-quality building materials.
As an Ashen Witch whose side job was a judge but mainly dealt with civil engineering, although everything in the cathedral was handled perfectly, she, a professional, wasn’t fooled.
The heritage transmitted from a once prosperous top-tier family was indeed terrifying. Previously, she had worried whether the Angel Witches had the financial resources to redeploy the God King’s Protection Curse, but now it seed that just selling a few items from this hall would probably suffice.
Although, given the Angel Witches’ character, they would rather starve themselves than touch anything in this cathedral.
Of course, Dorothy hadn’t co here to check on the Angel Witches’ family resources. She lifted her head and looked straight to the very back of the cathedral, where, instead of a divine statue, there was nothing but emptiness.
It wasn’t that the Angel Witches didn’t want to place one there, but that they couldn’t, because there stood a wooden cross, tall and long, its base planted on a platform that resembled an altar with a complicated Magic Array carved into it.
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More precisely, they were binding an angel, a King of Angels with twelve pure white wings.
This was the sealing ground of the Lord of Glory.
Although there was a so-called Lord of Glory’s sealing ground sightseeing spot around the outskirts of Witch Academy that was open to anyone, it was actually just a projection; the real sealing ground had always been inside this God King Cathedral, strictly guarded by the Angel Witches.
The Lord of Glory on the cross hung her head as if she were dead, but she was actually just sealed from contacting the outside world, hence unable to move; she could only be considered as asleep.
Dorothy looked up carefully at the King of Angels, whom she had briefly t not too long ago, then lowered her head to look at a sword planted in front of the altar.
The sword was very ornate, with a silver-white blade that, despite having withstood hundreds of thousands of years of the ravages of ti, was still bright and sharp. The sword’s guard was a statue in the form of an angel, and the angel’s beautifully crafted twelve wings served as a natural handguard.
"Is this the Holy Sword that chooses the God King’s Holy Child?"
Dorothy looked curiously at the sword, which was the opportunity her roommate had long yearned for but never had the chance to try, to change her fate.
All of Sophia’s efforts were just to get a chance to co here and try.
Unfortunately, her identity ant she could never enter this cathedral, let alone touch the sword.
However, having said that, at this mont Dorothy herself felt sowhat eager to try; she felt her hands itch, but sadly, there was a much stronger Barrier near the sword and the altar.
"Seriously, a Twelve-Ring Forbidden Curse—Avalon all by itself? Sheesh, is that necessary?"
After inspecting the barrier briefly, the hobody witch felt a bit of regret.
This was far more formidable than the God King’s Protection Curse outside, especially showing the Angel Witches’ importance towards this altar and Holy Sword; they valued them even above their own lives.
She was able to ignore the God King’s Protection Curse outside because of the privileges of the Judgnt Court. In a legal investigative action with a Search Warrant, the Judges symbolized the will of The Third King, and naturally, the will of The Third King was unimpeded throughout the Witch World, no obstacle could stop the Judges.
This was a very powerful privilege indeed, but unfortunately, it was also very demanding as it could only take effect within the bounds of the Search Warrant.
This ti she was targeting the Angel Witch, and since there were no Angel Witches hiding inside this altar, the effect of the Search Warrant could not be activated, leaving her truly helpless against the barrier of Avalon.
This was an authentic Twelve-Ring Forbidden Spells, and moreover, it was an absolute defense that created its own world. The sword and the altar seed to be right in front of her, but in reality, they were in a distant world nad Avalon. Unless Dorothy had the capability to precisely locate Avalon across countless worlds and had the ans to attack across worlds, the strength of that ans would still need to be enough to break a World Barrier of a great world, otherwise, she might as well go to sleep.
This was truly a problem that would even make a Sage go bald, for the most difficult thing about this defensive Forbidden Curse wasn’t the defense itself, but finding the location.
Sages were nearly Omniscient, not truly Omniscient. For them to find Avalon among the endless vastness of the small and large worlds of the Western Universe was like finding a needle in a haystack. They would have to take their ti, at best they could search slightly faster than ordinary people, but in the vast and boundless universe, this slight increase in efficiency was essentially aningless, not better than waiting for a miracle to happen.
As long as one wasn’t Omniscient and Omnipotent, their power was ultimately insignificant in the face of the entire universe.
In the Eastern Universe, there’s a saying that goes, "Beneath the Saints, all are re ants."
Even powerful as the Sages, they are but slightly stronger ants in the grand sche of the universe.
Dorothy shook her head, deciding not to think about these irrelevant matters anymore. She directly pulled out a mirror from within her robes, then placed it on the ground beside her.
This mirror was clearly distinguished by an Angel on the left, a Demon on the right, and a Great Dragon embossed at the top center. It was indeed the Divine Artifact of the Judgnt Court used for testing loyalty, the Conscience Devil’s Mirror.
After all, with so many people from the Saint Heir Sect, it was impossible for Dorothy to screen each one in the Faith Space like last ti with the Vice-President, especially after she had encountered the Lord of Glory last ti and nearly got into trouble. Naturally, Dorothy wouldn’t walk into the sa trap this ti.
So, she directly borrowed this Divine Artifact, the Magic Mirror, from the Judgnt Court. Later, by simply letting all the Angel Witches look into the mirror, it would beco crystal clear who had issues and who was innocent.
"You, co here, look into the mirror first."
After setting up the Conscience Devil’s Mirror, Dorothy glanced at the Phoenix next to her who seed utterly defeated, and spoke to her.
Although she felt this little Angel was probably not tainted by the Lord of Glory, to be safe, it was best to check first.
At this mont, Phoenix’s eyes lacked any sparkle, she had completely given up resisting. Whatever Dorothy asked her to do, she would do; now, she willingly approached the Conscience Devil’s Mirror.
Quickly, the mirror reflected the fixation of this little Angel.
However, as Dorothy looked from the side, she suddenly felt speechless.
"Wow, is that all the courage you have?"
Looking at the mirror where Sophia held up a sign that read "I lost, Phoenix is truly the mightiest" and ran crying, while the little Angel stood triumphantly accepting the worship of other Angel Witches and Witches in a comical scene, the hobody witch couldn’t help but feel speechless.
Well, should she say this kid was indeed a good child with a slightly twisted personality? Even in her dreams, she didn’t dare to go a bit further.
But then again, I haven’t looked in this mirror myself, have I? Should I try it now while no one else has returned?
...Dorothy is eager to try...
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