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The Papal Palace had a barrier in place. The exact nature of the barrier was unclear, but it was obvious that its purpose was to defend against external intruders. His stealth infiltration had likely been detected by the barrier.

Should he fight Terra of the Left while under the effects of the barrier?

What if the barrier was specifically designed to counter him? Christianity, as one of the largest religions in the world, had countless hidden methods. As the saying goes, "specialized counters trump all," and even a fully realized Evil of Humanity could be countered by a specialized attack.

Mystery, by its very nature, revolved around the concept of countering and being countered.

Hadn't even the Demon Gods been taken down by a mere dog due to carelessness? He couldn't afford to be reckless.

In the span of a single breath, Li Mo quickly weighed his options and decisively chose to retreat. If Terra of the Left wanted to have his way, so be it.

His goal had never been the **Book of the Law**.

It was Terra of the Left.

Even though the guillotine made of wheat flour blocked his path, it was just a weapon—and not a wide-range attack at that. He could escape the palace by exploiting the blind spots in its attacks.

"A wise choice. It seems I can take my time adjusting."

Terra of the Left showed no panic as he watched his opponent flee.

Though he didn't know which school of magic the intruder belonged to, it didn't matter. In the face of the **Right Seat of God**, no one could stand for even a single round.

Li Mo noticed that Terra of the Left was leisurely pursuing him. For this member of the **Right Seat of God**, as long as they weren't in the main hall where the **Book of the Law** was kept, it was fine.

However, why hadn't Terra of the Left chosen to retreat with the **Book of the Law**? Perhaps the pride of the **Right Seat of God** wouldn't allow him to flee in the face of an unknown enemy.

If he fled without even engaging in combat, he would be finished.

Li Mo slowed his pace. Since his opponent wasn't rushing to catch up, there was no need to hurry. He wasn't truly running away; he was just playing along.

The Papal Palace was a complex of buildings with numerous rooms. In the past, the French emperor had imprisoned the Pope here for over seventy years, spanning several pontiffs. However, compared to the prisoners of the Bastille, the Pope's living conditions were far from harsh—it was more like a vacation.

"No matter how you look at it, the Pope's life here wasn't imprisonment. What kind of prison is this luxurious?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the whistling sound of something cutting through the air. The white guillotine was coming straight for him.

But Li Mo, now prepared, didn't dodge or flinch.

**Spell of Thororm**.

A spell that nullified all attacking forces. However, when the guillotine collided with the spell protecting his skin, Li Mo couldn't help but frown.

A tear appeared in the fabric over his chest.

If he hadn't activated the spell and dodged, it wouldn't have just been his clothes that were damaged—his flesh would have been cut as well.

The blood and flesh of the Messiah, wine and wheat flour. His understanding of the **Light of Judgment** was limited to these elements. Had the **Spell of Thororm** failed against this magic?

No, that wasn't it. It wasn't that the spell had failed—it was that he didn't fully understand the **Light of Judgment**.

"Is this magic? If it's not Christian magic, then it must be the magic of an infidel. For your magic to reach this level is quite impressive."

Terra of the Left approached with heavy footsteps, his tall figure, fierce features, and vibrant green attire making him a striking figure.

**The Right Seat of God**.

The true rulers of the Roman Catholic Church. Later, even the Pope, the head of the Roman Catholic Church, would fall victim to the actions of the **Right Seat of God**, particularly the infamous **Fiamma of the Right**.

The current conflict between the Roman Catholic Church and Academy City was instigated by the **Right Seat of God**.

Considering the nature of the **Right Seat of God**, Li Mo understood why the **Spell of Thororm** had been ineffective.

"Wheat flour above, magic below."

Chanting, Terra of the Left swung the guillotine.

How heavy could a weapon made of wheat flour be?

Surely not as heavy as a metal weapon.

But one couldn't assume that its light weight meant it lacked destructive power.

The earlier sneak attack had severed Li Mo's arm. It was a serious blow, especially since he had assumed his demonic body wouldn't be so easily cut.

After all, the spell likely targeted the human body.

But now it seemed it targeted the physical body itself.

This was magic.

The moment Terra of the Left adjusted the compatibility, Li Mo made a decision: he couldn't recklessly tank the spell.

The guillotine struck the spot where Li Mo had just been standing, instantly creating a large crater in the marble floor.

"You dodged again? You're quite the nimble monkey."

Terra of the Left showed no regard for the historical artifacts around him. To him, the floor was just a floor—it held no other significance.

"It's not that I'm fast; it's that your attacks are too slow."

"Hmph, and what does a sinner like you have to say?"

"Weren't you just calling me an infidel?"

"No, no, no. Being an infidel is one thing, but the amount of **Original Sin** you carry is staggering. The Original Sin of all humans stems from Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit. To this day, **Original Sin** remains within us, but if the average person's Original Sin is a single unit, yours is in the hundreds—no, the thousands.

Are you even human? Aren't you a demon?"

Terra of the Left observed his opponent closely.

Everyone in the world carries Original Sin, which is why the Son of God died—to bear the sins of the world. But there are those in the world who are sinless.

Such as the Virgin Mary, whose **Original Sin** vanished the moment she gave birth to the Messiah.

The **Right Seat of God** exploits this phenomenon, eliminating the **Original Sin** from their bodies. Though traces of their Original Sin remain, they are negligible.

As a result, all members of the **Right Seat of God** possess a constitution that is nearly angelic, allowing them to use angelic spells that ordinary humans cannot.

—Conversely, with the exception of the unique **Vento of the Front**, they are unable to use ordinary magic.

Terra of the Left didn't mind this limitation. To him, ordinary magic was as insignificant as the flame of a lighter.

The unique constitution of the **Right Seat of God** allowed him to sense the **Original Sin** within his opponent.

There was so much of it. The longer he stayed in the same space as Li Mo, the more he could feel it.

Compared to a human, he was more like a demon. Compared to a human, he was more like the serpent that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.

"Who knows?"

Throughout the conversation, Li Mo continued to dodge Terra of the Left's attacks. Yet, he never counterattacked.

He was studying Terra of the Left's rhythm.

The **Light of Judgment** was slow but versatile, both offensive and defensive. Even wielding the **Authority of the Beast**, Li Mo couldn't guarantee he could break through its defenses.

After all, it was a spell derived from the story of the Messiah—the very origin of Christianity.

Therefore, the best approach was a single, decisive strike.

By utilizing two completely different methods of attack simultaneously.

While the angelic spell **Light of Judgment** was indeed difficult to deal with, Terra of the Left himself was not.

His breathing, the frequency of his spellcasting—all had an upper limit.

Find the pattern, seize the right moment, and he could be killed.

—He found it.

When the wheat flour guillotine destroyed a supporting pillar of the building, causing the roof to shake.

The opportunity had arrived.