The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Many people use similar secret methods to circumvent the effects of rituals.

　Within his "vision," bubbles were appearing at an extremely rapid pace within the giant barrier spanning ten miles.

　Those who used the secret method were all inside this bubble.

　Lots of people.

　However, compared to the entire crowd attracted by the "Demon King's Execution Ritual," it is only a small, harmless group.

　However, this small prick should not be ignored.

　He merely pursed his lips slightly, and the Holy Church's agents, mingling in the crowd, immediately discerned the location of each bubble. Then, in groups of three, they approached silently.

　They did not make contact with it, but merely observed and recorded it from a distance.

　Although the Holy Church may seem to have done nothing, it has actually already begun to take action.

　The entire area within a ten-mile radius is now filled with the Holy Church's spies.

　This is also a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the side effects of the barrier, marking out some unidentifiable dangerous objects for comprehensive monitoring.

　However, his actions did not escape the observation of some people.

　……

　Professor Sylph immediately discovered that she and her companions were being watched after she activated the "Area Restriction"—in fact, they had been watched all along, but this time more people were involved.

　"I see, this barrier has this function as well."

　Professor Sylph understood, but took no action.

　If you're going to monitor, then monitor. You can't just not let people see it, can you?

　She didn't care.

　However, Hephaestus, who was in the living room, exclaimed that he was extremely lucky.

　"Fortunately, I didn't go."

　She patted her agitated heart, picked up a fruit, took a bite, and her mouth was full of juice.

　With this level of surveillance, she could be exposed in an instant.

　Then we will face another siege by the Holy Church.

　……

　The area surrounding St. Louis Plaza underwent subtle changes after the barrier was deployed.

　Some people hurriedly retreated, some were targeted, but some still blended perfectly into the crowd without showing any presence.

　Similarly, there are those whose whereabouts are so mysterious that even the archbishop cannot detect them.

　The entire ceremony developed rapidly from this starting point.

　Only a small percentage of people left; the vast majority chose to continue watching, and a steady stream of new people entered the barrier.

　People's emotions are being subtly influenced and are gradually changing.

　In a small building north of St. Louis Plaza, Ylvette and Claire raised their glasses to each other, both smiling.

　They have gradually come to realize what the Holy Church wants to do!

　……

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Chapter 510 Darkdemon's Ultimate Movie Viewing Guide (1 words)

　反派少爷只想过佛系生活第510章 达克迪蒙终极观影指南（1）：“真没想到，圣教竟然能想出这种点子来唬弄世人。如果不是早前就知道魔王已经逃离，恐怕连你我也会被唬住。104;116;116;112;58;47;47;119;119;119;46;50;99;121;120;115;119;46;99;111;109;47;”

　Arvit put down her teacup and sighed.

　Claire closed her eyes slightly, allowing her vision to rise to the sky and look down from a great height.

　In just a moment, she could see every tiny detail within the ten-mile barrier.

　A massive amount of information flooded into her brain in an instant, but with the help of the magic card "Honeycomb Brain," it was rapidly organized into crystal-clear pieces of information, which were then digested and absorbed.

　Claire slightly opened her eyes and smiled, "I must say, this is indeed a good method. Not only can it fool people about the Demon King's escape, but it can also be used as a pretext for a major purge. Although those remnants of the demon race are not a threat, if we give them some more time to develop..."

　Alvie nodded and said, "The world is developing so fast, it's as if hundreds of years have been compressed into just ten years. If you hadn't experienced it firsthand, who could imagine such a scene?"

　“Crisis and opportunity always coexist.” Claire shook her head and sighed. “It’s better to believe it than not to believe it. Whether or not you believe that the Holy Church can completely kill the Demon King, those remnants of the Demon Clan who see the fact that the Demon King is not dead as their last straw will swarm in like moths to a flame. Even if they are burned to ashes, they will not stop.”

　"But overall, the Holy Church needs to actually produce something," said Arvit. "Otherwise, if they can't fool people, they can only catch some small fry."

　Claire laughed and said, "But it seems they might do quite well now."

　Arvit smiled as well: "Hopefully, if we can really fish the crocodile out of the swamp, things will be a bit more peaceful in the future."

　……

　When the hour hand had completed another full circle, Archbishop Caleb Norris stopped chanting and slowly rose from the edge of the altar.

　He has completed the adjustments to the ritual environment.

　Next, we will welcome the Pope!

　At such a "historic" moment, the Church certainly could not appoint only one archbishop to preside over the event.

　From the initial discovery that the Demon King had escaped to the holding of the "Demon King Execution Ceremony" today, countless disputes unknown to outsiders have taken place.

　They were not actually fully prepared.

　But the appointed time had arrived, so they had no choice but to proceed.

　Today's "Demon King Execution Ceremony" is a gamble on the Holy Church's future for the next hundred years; success is the only option!

　Archbishop Norris turned to face the crowd surrounding the square.

　Just two minutes later, several more gilded carriages appeared on the horizon.

　Both are drawn by unicorns, and both are guarded by golden-armored knights.

　As the carriages landed one after another, the greatest figure in the Holy Church at present—Pope Sith Saint Patricis—stepped out from the first carriage.

　The pope, who was only in his early fifties, looked old and frail.

　But when he raised his head, the aura that shot straight up like a sharp sword transformed his spirit and made him truly possess the demeanor of a pope.

　His expression was stern and cold, and he did not try to appear kind.

　As Irene's gaze shifted to the Pope, Dark also saw him in the projection. Then, his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the staff in the Pope's hand.

　"That is... the wrath of God?"

　Over two meters long, resembling a carving of rotten wood, with branches extending from the top of the staff, firmly grasping a magic stone burning with green flames.

　That is the "Wrath of God," an old-fashioned wand that can transform anger into magical flames!

　Dark had been paying attention to the "Wrath of God" for a long time, but he never expected to see it in the hands of the Pope.

　But isn't the Pope's staff the Aghanim's Scepter that can amplify all magic?

　A hint of doubt appeared in Dak's eyes.

　The Staff of Aghanim is considered a divine artifact and a symbol of status for successive popes.

　The Pope always carries the Staff of Aghanim when he appears in public, without exception.

　"It couldn't be damaged or lost, could it?"

　Dak began to ponder.

　But as he lowered his head in thought, Irene's gaze turned to the other carriages.

　Only ten people accompanied the Pope, and even if the Pope and the chief archbishop are included, the number is only twelve.

　Most of them were elderly people, but there were also two young people mixed in.

　The two young people were a man and a woman, but they were not the Twin Paladins that the Holy Church was promoting so vigorously; rather, they were a younger man and woman.

　Dark knew nothing about them, but Eve and Irene clearly knew very well.

　Seeing his interest in the couple, Eve said, "They are the only Holy Son and Holy Daughter chosen by the Holy Church from among thousands of candidates after the war ended."

　"The only one?" Aurora asked curiously, "Could the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Holy Church be multiple?"

　Eve smiled and said, "Didn't I say before? Before becoming Pope, the current Pope was the first Holy Son of the Holy Church. If there is a first, there will naturally be a second. The Holy Church has always had many Holy Sons and Holy Daughters. Any qualified candidate Holy Son or Holy Daughter has the opportunity to be promoted. And every Holy Son and Bishop has the qualification to compete for the Pope."

　"Is this the actual structure?"

　Dak was also slightly surprised.

　He asked curiously, "What about the saints of the past?"

　Eve said, "They usually become elders. Of course, some will also become bishops or high priests."

　“I see.” Dark nodded. “Then tell me about those two. I’m quite interested in them.”

　Eve said, "As for their specific backgrounds, the Holy Son was promoted from a candidate position. He was originally the third son of a minor noble family, so his background is clear. But the Holy Maiden seems to have appeared out of thin air, directly parachuting in to fill the vacancy in this generation."

　Dark nodded: "The specifics?"

　Eve said, "The Holy Son's name is Evan, Evan Pearson. He was born in the western part of the kingdom, and his father is an obscure baron. His age is similar to the young master's, but he was born on January 1st and is also thirteen years old this year. He is studying at the Holy Mystic Academy and has just entered his second year. The Holy Maiden's name is Audrey."

　Dark: "What's your surname?"

　A strange glint appeared in Eve's eyes: "Joan of Arc, Audrey Joan of Arc, that's the surname she publicly claimed!"

　Dark exclaimed in surprise, "Joan of Arc, isn't that the inherent title of the Battle Saintess? Could she be the daughter of the Battle Saintess?"

　“I don’t know,” Eve shook her head and said, “but she’s a year younger than Evan and will only be enrolling at the Holy Mystic Academy this year.”

　Dark said thoughtfully, "To be officially named a saint before even entering the academy, she must possess extraordinary qualities."

　Eve said, "We think so too, but the Church has done a very good job of keeping Audrey a secret. It seems that no one except the Pope and the Archbishop knows her background or what makes her so special."

　"After all, it's a church, so they always like to leave things unsaid, letting people imagine for themselves."

　Dark shook his head; his interest in the holy son and daughter ended there.

　Although these two people are his peers, they actually have no overlap in terms of living environment or academic path, and are two people who are not worth paying attention to.

　As for whether we'll have contact after we grow up?

　We'll talk about that later!

　Dark Dimon's vision wasn't that far-sighted.

　It's already difficult enough to just hold onto our current small plot of land, isn't it?

　He turned his attention back to the projection in the square.

　……

　The members of the Holy Church who alighted from the carriage did not walk toward the altar, but instead turned around and walked to the carriage in the middle.

　From the outside, this carriage appears no different from any other. However, upon closer inspection, one can detect a dark aura emanating from the gaps between the carriage's sections.

　Pope Sith Saint Patricia stopped beside the two unicorns, then slightly raised the "Wrath of God" and pointed it at the carriage.

　Two bishops followed closely behind, each taking out their wands and chanting spells at the carriage.

　A moment later, the solidified incantation transformed into two chains that pierced through the car door and into the interior of the carriage.

　Then the sound of mechanisms rang out, and a sacred magic circle appeared on the roof of the carriage, while the four walls bloomed outward like flower petals, revealing the interior of the carriage.

　In that instant, gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd outside St. Louis Square.

　People whose emotions were easily agitated due to the influence of the barrier expressed their surprise and panic in full.

　Even in the Duke's living room, Dak could still feel the chaos.

　His eyes were serious, fixed intently on the carriage.

　Chains of light, radiating a sacred aura, were intertwined and bound together. The tall figure bound within them sat cross-legged, his dark skin gleaming with a luster unlike that of a dead man. His long, disheveled black hair cascaded down, obscuring his filthy face.

　The demonic horns extending from the sides of the head resemble ram horns, while the black wings curled behind the head are standard bat wings.

　Although I have never seen the Demon King's true face.