Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1779 - 1768: Holy Heaven

Hilde felt guilty in this place; if he were not a Blessed One, he wouldn't dare to guarantee overcoming the desire for immortality.Looking at the silent Hilde, Morgan said indifferently, "Although I can't give you immortality, at least I can ensure this matter won't be disclosed."

Hilde's face changed, "You threaten me."

"That depends on how you interpret it yourself."

Hilde said coldly, "You've learned my biggest secret. Do you think I'll let you leave alive?"

As the words fell, the Angel Projection seemed to sense murderous intent and abruptly opened its eyes.

"With just one projection, you think you can do anything to me?"

Morgan sneered, "Not to mention a mere projection, even if the true body of an angel descended, I wouldn't care."

"Ha!"

Noticing the ridicule at the corner of Hilde's mouth, Morgan, annoyed, said, "Stop the nonsense. I'll ask you one last time now, will you submit to the Morgan Family?"

The true body of an angel can't possibly descend into this world, so what Morgan said was meaningless.

"Stop dreaming. Holy Light Slash."

With a thought, Hilde moved, and the phantom wielded a holy sword, swinging it forward. A massive light blade flew forward.

"Tricks of the weak!"

Morgan waved his hand, and a black tornado collided with the light blade, and then both disappeared.

"Since you are courting death, I shall grant your wish. Blood Prison Demon Light!"

Morgan formed a spell with his hands, and a black magic formation appeared above Hilde's head.

Numerous fist-thick blood-red lightning bolts circulated within the array.

"Not good!"

Hilde hurriedly flapped his light wings, just as a blood-red lightning bolt struck as he beat his wings.

"Holy Light Guardian!"

As the words fell, a round, eggshell-like white light sphere appeared just before the lightning struck.

Amidst the crackling sparks, Hilde looked in horror at the hole in the protective shield.

If it weren't for the Holy Light Guardian, he might have been charred just now.

"The Blood Prison Demon Light has locked onto your aura. Unless your speed is faster than lightning, just wait for death quietly."

As soon as Morgan finished speaking, lightning struck the Holy Light Guardian shield one after another.

Although it was supported by the holy power of the Angel Projection, since it hadn't been fully refined, Hilde couldn't truly wield this power.

Carelessly, a blood hole was blasted in Hilde's chest by the lightning.

Although holy power healed his wounds, that kind of pain still made Hilde let out a shrill scream.

This was just the beginning; the Angel Projection, which had become a puppet, could only act on instinct, possessing overwhelming holy power but unable to counterattack.

Quickly, Hilde was struck by lightning until he was charred.

Morgan stood arrogantly in mid-air and said, "Now! Swear allegiance, and I will spare your life."

"Go to hell! I want to perish with you," Hilde shouted grimly, "Holy Heaven!"

"You've lost your mind!"

Hearing those four words, Morgan's expression changed, and he looked ahead with caution.

A round arched door appeared out of thin air, seemingly made of jade stone, suffused with hazy white light.

Amidst mysterious chanting, the tightly closed arched door slowly opened, revealing numerous angels beyond, chanting solemn doctrines.

Seeing this scene, the caution in Morgan's eyes turned into a trace of trepidation.

Holy Heaven was the most powerful Holy Light God Technique of the Sanctuary of Light, always performed by the Pope.

When Holy Heaven activates, it can form a channel to the Divine Kingdom, where the Holy Lord resides.

Although this channel exists for an extremely short time, it truly connects to the Divine Kingdom,

and any angel within the Divine Kingdom is a genuine divine spirit.

They can use this channel, unaffected by the laws of this world, to unleash their true cultivation.

A projection of a two-winged angel possesses the peak power of the mortal world.

If it were the actual body of a two-winged angel, its power would be unimaginable.

If one were lucky enough to encounter a four-winged or six-winged angel...

It's no exaggeration to say, a full-force attack from these high-rank angels could plunge America into the sea.

The Light Praise Forbidden Spell performed by the Pope is nothing in front of Holy Heaven.

Even the lowest-rank two-winged angel's full-force attack rivals the power of a Forbidden Spell.

However, since the Blood Clan learned of its name, no one has ever witnessed it firsthand.

Strictly speaking, Holy Heaven isn't magic but a kind of sacrificial technique, and it's not a sacrifice to that Holy Lord.

When a caster performs Holy Heaven, their soul and lifespan are entirely sacrificed to this world's Origin Laws as nourishment.

Only then would the world will "turn a blind eye" and open a "back door" allowing outsiders to linger in this world.

Thus, throughout history, even at death, popes would never resort to this forbidden spell.

After death, a pope's soul can still return to the Divine Kingdom, existing in another form of life, but sacrificing to the world will means total obliteration.

"How can Hilde use Holy Heaven?"

This doubt flashed through Morgan's mind, and looking at the Angel Projection, he suddenly understood.

Holy Heaven being a forbidden spell had always been mastered by the Popes.

But now, with Hilde boldly intercepting the Angel Projection and knowing this secret, it was no surprise.

"How can Hilde's soul strength enable him to perform Holy Heaven?"

Morgan's mind was filled with doubt.

Gaining the recognition of the world will isn't easy. You can't just perform it at will.

The tricky part of this sacrificial technique is that even if sacrificed, it might not succeed.

The only certainty is that it relates to the soul, but the exact connection remains elusive.

In Morgan's memory, he once heard the fourth Clan Leader mention it.

The Sanctuary of Light once performed Holy Heaven, but for some unknown reason, it failed, and a pope was lost in vain.

Because of this, the Sanctuary of Light practically forgot this forbidden spell.

Otherwise, with just one pope determined for death, it's feared the Blood Clan would have been finished long ago.

Noticing the curious gazes from angels within the Divine Kingdom, especially from one eight-winged angel, eyeing him,

Morgan felt a chill through his heart, a cold shock throughout his body.

An eight-winged angel, just sneezing might kill him, let alone attacking.

With Hilde's soul strength, the duration of Holy Heaven may be short, and the attacks it could hold are limited.

Yet, even so, as long as an angel of two wings or more makes a move, Morgan was sure he would be purified on the spot.

The disparity in power levels was too great to resist.

"Escape, as far as you can."

Realizing this, Morgan dared not linger, transforming into a streak of flowing light and disappearing.

As long as he distanced himself enough to evade the angels' aura, Morgan could dissolve this crisis.