From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 61: The Past of the Temple Knights

Anger Boda stared at the man before him, a violent greed flashing in his eyes, but it was ultimately suppressed by overwhelming fear!

This was his territory, and he knew Leon had no external assistance. Therefore, this miraculous display couldn't be from outside help, nor could it be some illusion or special effect—it could only come from Leon Rancocci himself!

This realization brought about an extraordinary sense of terror, jolting even the warden awake from his greed.

In this country where cults ran rampant against the backdrop of Catholic and Protestant faith, few were unaware of God's existence.

After hearing that special title "Lord of Hosts," those who needed to understand had already grasped the situation.

Although Leon didn't appear particularly strong, Anger Boda didn't dare gamble. He didn't believe these prison guards would side with him against such faith.

This was Amerigo, a nation where presidents placed their hands on the Bible during inaugurations. Religion formed their fundamental identity—he couldn't bet that these men would abandon their faith for his sake.

That would be utterly absurd.

Therefore, the warden left without another word, fearing that if he stayed any longer, the other party might actually eliminate him.

The knight's prayer served as a declaration of war. According to ancient tradition, the charge would follow immediately!Watching the warden depart, Leon retracted the radiance emanating from his body and withdrew his battle intent. Smiling at the still-wary prison guards, he asked, "May I enter now?"

"Sir, please proceed!" Even with guns in hand, the guards showed no intention of firing.

That strange light had left their colleagues still writhing in agony—they had no desire to experience it themselves.

They earned only a few thousand dollars monthly—why risk their lives?

Moreover, after witnessing the light radiating from him, seeing those knightly apparitions, and observing the holy manifestations, they understood everything they needed to comprehend.

From the guards' perspective, this man spoke gently and displayed no signs of rage, so compliance represented their best course of action.

Thus, they cleared the path, allowing Leon to enter the building. Following a peculiar intuition, he reached the storage room.

The door stood locked. With one punch, he shattered the lock and pulled it open.

The storage locker was also secured. Leon reached out, yanked forcefully, and tore open the thin sheet metal door, retrieving his package.

He casually discarded the personal items, leaving only the innermost box, which now appeared before him with profound significance.

The box lacked a lock yet had always remained unopenable, secured internally by some mysterious method, appearing like solid wood.

Since early childhood, he had seen this box in his grandfather's room. As a boy, he had tried to open it, spending considerable time and attempting numerous methods without managing to budge it even slightly.

Whether struck by blades, burned by fire, attacked with chainsaws, or dropped from heights—it remained completely undamaged.

Now, the moment he held the box, the Stigma in his palm suddenly emitted dazzling light. Cracks appeared at the box's opening, the wooden hinges loosened—it could finally be opened!

Leon took a deep breath and gently opened the box, revealing a thin booklet inside.

The booklet, made from leather, appeared extremely durable and ancient, inscribed with peculiar characters that Leon couldn't comprehend.

But when his hand touched it, streams of light manifested in his mind—voices and images:

"That damned king! The Order has lost everything... our banks... properties... headquarters... the Grand Master... everything is gone..."

"Run! Take everyone and leave! Abandon all lands! Flee this country!"

Under successive commands, the silver knights dispersed, scattering embers of their legacy across the land...

"It's alright, we still have the Church. With the Religious Court's assistance, we've rebuilt the Order. With continued development, we can restore the Templar Knights' glory!"

"But the Church faces difficulties now. Join the covert division first—resources remain there to sustain you..."

This showed a hidden black church and knights training in its courtyard.

Further away, knights conversed with a man dressed in bishop's robes.

"Ah! The Church's power is formidable indeed—the Holy Lance, Shroud, Cross... these form our foundation against demons and evil gods..."

"Is this what we must protect? Excellent... as long as the Templar Knights possess these, our strength remains, our embers still glow!"

In a mysterious basement, special boxes contained holy artifacts that appeared extraordinary at first glance!

Before these artifacts knelt elite knights, sitting silently in prayer within the chamber.

"What creature is this? What kind of attack? Defeated! Complete failure! We must go—preserving our legacy matters most..."

"The Lord hasn't awakened, the angelic battlefield has collapsed, hell distorts order, this place has become new hell—we must leave now!"

On blazing battlefields, demon-like creatures laughed wildly behind fleeing people desperately escaping!

Finally, after paying tremendous costs, they fled the battlefield and reached deep mountains.

"From this day forward, we are—the Brotherhood!"

"Preserve the secrets, await the time, the Lord shall eventually descend upon earth!"

The organization called Brotherhood formed, people gathering to swear oaths—the scene Leon had previously dreamed.

The images shifted again, showing an elderly man alone guarding the secrets, holding the leather booklet.

"I... I'm dying. Oh Lord, will we meet again? The Rancocci family hasn't forgotten, but I won't live to see Your return..."

An aged old man closed his eyes by the Sicilian seaside.

These words and images unfolded before Leon's eyes one by one, allowing him to connect the stories through his historical knowledge:

In 1307 AD, Pope Clement V announced the dissolution of the Knights Templar. French King Philip IV secretly captured and executed Templar members, causing the Order to vanish from history.

But the knights didn't perish—they became part of the Church's covert operations, named the Temple Execution Bureau.

They secretly cultivated Templar successors and assisted the Church in guarding special holy artifacts like the "Shroud of Turin" and "Holy Lance Longinus."

Years later, during a massive crisis engulfing the Roman Catholic Church, the main Church knight forces were annihilated, and covert factions suffered heavy losses, leaving only a handful of inheritors hiding in deep mountains.

They changed names, calling themselves the "Brotherhood" to escape terrifying enemies.

They severed Holy Light and knightly traditions, posing as mafia and merchants, preserving their legacy through bloodline connections.

But ultimately, they never received the Church's search, never witnessed the Lord's revival. The last Templar Knight capable of opening the box died in Sicily in 1860 AD.

That Templar Knight was his great-great-grandfather. Leon saw his name and remembered that lengthy history.

"Why does this box look so familiar?" Leon examined it more closely and suddenly realized—wasn't this the same type of box from the visions that stored those "holy artifacts"?

Both the "Shroud of Turin" and "Holy Lance Longinus" were kept in such boxes—containers imbued with holy power that required Stigma to activate. No wonder his family could never open it before.

This was a box only "knights" could open, containing items requiring mystical power to activate!

What he had just experienced was the true history of the "Knights Templar"!

This was the most crucial "holy artifact" needing preservation—Leon understood now.

He stood as his family's sole inheritor and the Knights Templar's only secret-keeper!