Chapter 1092 - 164: Powerful Saints and the Population Surge (Part 3)

Chapter 1092: Chapter 164: Powerful Saints and the Population Surge (Part 3)

"It replaces your greedy demands with devotion to civilization!"

The ruby eye of the lazy spider pendant on his neck instantly dimmed, cracked, and the fine silver chain snapped inch by inch. The snake-shaped ring entwined with thorns on his finger shattered with a "poof," and the silver snake body twisted and deformed as if scalded by a branding iron, falling off his finger.

"It uses inner focus and resilience to resist the temptations of the senses and the whispers of chaos!"

Dante suddenly stepped forward, his bare feet making a dull sound on the stone slabs, his eyes burning with holy flame like two sharp swords, piercing into Friedrich’s unfocused pupils. "The ’extreme’ promised by Slaanesh is the poison that shatters your will! What Violet bestows is the forge for steel-like will! See your inner self clearly! Do you pursue beauty as a fallen plaything, or do you let art become the cornerstone of civilization, the hymn of order?!"

Under the fierce impact of the holy flame, Friedrich felt the sticky, sweet veil deep in his soul that constantly tempted him to slip into the abyss was completely torn apart and burned away! An unprecedented pain swept through his body, but following it was an indescribable sense of relief, as if a suffocating person had regained air!

The enticing sounds disappeared.

The twisted lines in his mind disintegrated.

The thirst for pathological ’extreme’ dissipated like a receding tide.

Replacing them was a deep yearning from the soul for light, order, and true creativity, burning like dry wood ignited by the holy flame! He saw it! He saw the scenes that should be depicted under his brush—not twisted vines and demonic flowers, but golden waves of wheat symbolizing harvest, a Griffin unfolding its wings representing wisdom and strategy, solid fortress walls, and innocent children’s smiles under the sun!

"Ah—!!!" Friedrich let out a howl, mixed with extreme pain and ultimate relief. He suddenly raised his head, bloodshot eyes glaring at Dante, no longer filled with fear and confusion, but with post-disaster ecstasy and a newborn, intense power almost about to burst forth! Tears mixed with sweat, flooding down his pale cheeks like opening floodgates.

"I... I..." he gasped violently, each breath seeming like drawing in the power of rebirth. He broke free from Tiberus’s unconsciously loosened grip and recklessly lunged forward, his forehead hitting the cold, hard stone slab with a dull thud. His dirt-covered fingers clawed into the cracks, exerting all his strength to shout hoarsely yet steadfastly:

"I! Friedrich! Will devote myself to the Goddess of Strategy and Wisdom, Violet! Will serve order and light for the rest of my life! May my brush and needle dance only to praise the cornerstone of civilization, the battle hymn of order! May every design stroke I make become a sharp sword piercing the shadow of chaos, and a strong shield guarding hope and prosperity! Please, Saint... guide my path! Please, Goddess... forgive this lost soul, accept me as a reborn believer!"

As the vows erupted from the depths of his soul fell, the last trace of gloom, unrest, and exotic aura spawned by Slaanesh’s whispers dissipated thoroughly, like the last dew evaporated by the full sun! A light of faith, although weak, pure, resilient, and with a clear sense of purpose, rose like a newborn flame around him, perfectly blending with Dante’s blazing Fiery Sun Holy Flame and the tranquil purifying silver shine of Star Dew Sweet Orange!

The entire Maiden’s Ring platform fell into a sacred silence. Only the rustling sound of wind brushing leaves could be heard, and Friedrich’s post-disaster-like heavy breathing. All the nuns stopped their work, watching the scene with shock, and many clasped their hands, quietly reciting hymns of praise to the Order Main God.

Dante gazed down at Friedrich, who seemed to have been salvaged from filth and washed clean for rebirth. His weathered face softened slightly from its stone-like lines. He slowly raised his hand, not to press, but to extend a thin but seemingly infinitely powerful finger, gently touching Friedrich’s dirt-covered forehead.

At the moment of touch, a pure white holy light condensed to the extreme, like the most precise carving knife, instantly plunged into Friedrich’s brow!

"The lost soul has found the light of wisdom and order!" Dante’s voice rang out like a solemn final verdict, echoing through the heavens, "In the name of Violet, with the wisdom of the God of Strategy and the order of the Fiery Sun, your sins have been purified! Your talents reborn! Rise, Brother Friedrich! From now on, the brush and needle in your hand will be the bricks building the fortress of faith, the lighthouse dispelling the fog of chaos! The light of the Goddess’s wisdom will always illuminate your path, the order of the Goddess’s law will forever guard your creation!"

An even more grand, clearer, wisdom-enlightened, and order-empowered divine torrent surged into Friedrich’s body. He felt his soul unprecedentedly light and strong, as if infused with endless inspiration and a firm goal. He suddenly raised his head, his tear-streaked and dirt-marked face in disarray, but his eyes shone like stars fully ignited by holy flame, filled with the light of rebirth and unrivaled passion, creating only for order and civilization!