Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 655: Fallen Saint Isabel

During the most glorious era of the Holy See of Light, there was a saint in the central hall of the holy city.

Her name is Isabel, her blonde hair is like a waterfall, and her eyes are as blue as the holy spring in the morning.

She has been able to sense holy light since she was young, and wherever her hands touch, she can heal wounds and dispel plague.

People call her——

Flower of light.

She is the hope of believers and the symbol of the temple.

Countless people knelt at her feet, praising her as the reflection of the God of Light on earth.

However, behind that pure smile, no one knows the shadow in her heart.

When Isabel was seventeen years old, she was allowed to enter the deepest part of the Holy City - the Holy Spring Chamber for the first time.

There, she witnessed another side of the Vatican.

The Holy Spring is not endless, but is maintained by the constant sacrifice of lives.

Those who were "sacrificed" were not volunteers; they were selected orphans, slaves, and heretics.

Their blood flows into the holy spring, and the holy light shines.

Isabel was so shocked that she could hardly breathe.

However, the Archbishop just looked at her coldly and said:

“This is a theocratic order.

Holy light is eternal, but faith requires flesh and blood to maintain.

You are a saint, you should know that divine authority is above everything else."

At that moment, her faith was shaken for the first time.

As the years passed, Isabel found the hypocrisy of the Temple increasingly unbearable.

She saw thousands of people kneeling in prayer under the holy light, unaware that their lives were but chips for sacrifice.

One night, she sneaked into the secret room, intending to rescue the children who were about to be sacrificed.

However, she was betrayed by her most trusted fellow priest.

By the holy spring, hundreds of bishops stared at her coldly.

The archbishop held the holy book in his hand and said in a voice as strong as iron:

"Isabel, you betrayed the God of Light, you are no longer a saint.

From now on, you will be cursed and become a fallen being."

The holy light was forcibly stripped from her body, turning into a burning blade that cut through her soul.

She knelt before the holy spring, nearly fainting from the agony.

However, at that moment, the power in her body did not dissipate.

On the contrary, the stripped holy light condensed in the depths of her soul and was stained black.

"If the light is a lie," she murmured softly, "then I will wield the light of darkness as my blade."

Isabel stood up from the holy spring, her eyes were no longer pure blue, but a mixture of gold and black.

She raised her hands and released a power she had never seen before.

——The Light of the Fallen Saint.

It is an energy between holy light and darkness, which can both heal and destroy.

It is full of contradictions, but that is why it is so powerful.

The bishops of the temple were defeated by her counterattack, and blood flowed like a river around the holy fountain.

She fled the holy city with the rescued children.

From then on, a taboo name spread across the mainland:

Fallen Saint.

After leaving the temple, Isabel wandered around with her surviving children.

The Church of Light sent countless hunters to hunt her down, regarding her as a symbol of betrayal and blasphemy.

She was injured and besieged time and time again, but she survived tenaciously with the light of the Fallen Saint.

The children grew up and scattered all over the place, but she remained alone.

The world remembers her legend:

She is the black-clad saint who appears at night and can both save you and curse you.

She is a crack in faith and the greatest stain on the God of Light.

During the years of being hunted, she met the gray-robed old man - Kronos.

That day, she was on the verge of death, and the Templar's Knights of Judgment had cornered her.

Kronos simply raised his hand, and a crack in space and time swallowed up the Knight of Judgment.

Then he looked at her with deep eyes:

“You are not falling, but awakening.

You don't want darkness, you want truth."

Isabel was stunned. After years of betrayal and persecution, this was the first time she had heard such an evaluation.

Kronos stretched out his hand:

"Come on, join my team.

Let this continent see what true light is."

And so, she joined the mercenary group.

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She became the team's healer and the sharpest counter-attacker.

Her Fallen Saint Light can not only heal her companions, but also tear through the enemy formation in an instant.

In the ancient war between gods, she witnessed the cruelty of the gods with her own eyes.

Those beings she had believed in all her life now treated mortals as dust and harvested their lives at will.

She stood side by side with Kronos, releasing the light of the Fallen Saint, which once shattered the line of the God's army.

But in the final encirclement, Kronos disappeared and the mercenary group collapsed.

She was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but she managed to survive by relying on the light of the Fallen Saint.

She no longer appears, but wanders in the dark, waiting like a shadow.

When the requiem bell rang for the second time, she finally walked out of the darkness.

Her figure reappeared before the eyes of the world, draped in a black robe, her eyes still flashing with a black and gold light.

In front of Xingluo's camp, she took off her hood and stared coldly at the black dragon rider.

"You and Kronos have the same eyes."

"So here I am."

She raised her hand, and a black-gold light bloomed in her palm, illuminating the entire camp.

That is the light of the Fallen Saint, which inspires both hope and fear in people.

Xingluo looked at her and said lightly:

"The temple has abandoned you, and now the gods will abandon everything.

You and I are both abandoned children... but even abandoned children can rewrite their destiny."

Isabel smiled slightly, the smile was no longer pure, but more determined.

"Okay, let's work together to pull the god down from the throne."

That night, the soldiers in the camp witnessed her strength.

The wounded soldiers recovered under her hands, but the enemy's corpses melted into ashes at her touch.

Her power no longer belonged to the Temple or the Darkness, but to herself.

Pandora stared at her and whispered:

"She...is the other side of the light."

Xingluo nodded, his eyes cold:

"From today on, you are my comrade.

When the divine war comes, the light of the fallen saint will surely illuminate heaven and earth."

The black dragon roared towards the sky, and the bells on its horns rang.

Isabel's Fallen Saint Light and Dragon Language Magic intertwined in the air, illuminating the entire night sky.

Isabel had never been a cold person.

In her childhood memories, light means warmth.

She remembers her mother holding her in her arms and whispering to her, "Child, you are a gift from God."

She remembered that at the foot of the temple steps, countless people stretched out their hands to pray, and she just smiled and stretched out her palms, and she could revive the sick and give sight to the blind.

At that time, she truly believed that all this was God's mercy.

However, the closer she got to the center of power, the more she discovered the shadow of the light.

The temple's books recorded not divine grace but lists of sacrifices; the bishops discussed not how to save believers but how to distribute the holy spring.

Her heart began to waver.

What really crushed her was not a grand betrayal, but a small thing.

An old beggar knelt outside the temple for three days and three nights, just wanting to see her and ask her to heal his dying granddaughter.

She sneaked out and took the old beggar back to the temple, but was stopped by the guards at the gate.

"The light of the Saint belongs only to the temple, not to the untouchables."

The guard's sneer made her feel angry for the first time.

That night, as she gazed at the holy spring, she suddenly remembered the old beggar's trembling hands. She whispered to herself:

"If God is truly merciful, why does he differentiate between those who deserve salvation and those who don't?"

When she was accused of "bringing people into the temple without permission," she did not make excuses.

The archbishops' cold eyes were like a group of iron stones.

At the moment when the Holy Light was forcibly stripped from her body, she saw countless illusions:

The cries of the faithful, the blood on the altar, the cold scepter in the temple.

She did not beg for mercy or cry.

She just clenched her fists, and for the first time, a chill ran deep in her heart.

When the holy light was stripped away, her soul did not become empty, but instead gave birth to new light.

The light was dark, but warm; cold, but real.

——The Light of the Fallen Saint was born.

The Light of the Fallen Saint is different from the Holy Light of the Temple.

It cannot be invalidated by the will of a deity, nor does it require altars or prayers.

It came from her own soul.

She touched a festering wound, which healed in the black-gold light, but left an indelible scar;

She raised her hands and unleashed her power upon her enemy, the light shining upon them as their bones melted in agony.

The Light of the Fallen Saint both saves and destroys.

It symbolizes the right to choose, not divine charity.

Isabel often whispered:

"If light is to become truth, it must first pass through darkness."

After becoming the "Fallen Saint", she was listed as the number one heretic by the Holy See.

Countless Judgment Knights and Judges hunted her down.