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Ella figured out Isadora's little scheme.

However, as Isadora said, since she won't die anyway, it's not a bad thing to take this opportunity to witness the power of a Mythic-level being.

After all, in her previous life, Ella had only seen two true mythical beings: the fallen angel created by the Aslan Empire and the final world-destroying witch Ella, one a mid-game boss and the other a final boss. There were others, but she had only heard of them and never seen them.

Even so, she still couldn't understand what kind of existence the Mythical level was, after all, she had only seen it a few times, but had never actually faced it.

"Hey, you actually noticed."

Isadora covered her mouth. "A doll that won't break is so cute."

This guy's soul is absolutely black.

Ella sighed, "Whatever makes you happy, Your Majesty."

"Hey,"

With Ella's consent, Isadora stored the swords in the magic circle. Then, while slowly drawing some red incantations in the air with her finger, she explained, "So-called divine authority is the control of the laws. My divine authority is the blood law that belongs exclusively to me. So if I use my divine authority, within the range that my divine sense can cover, such as this divine kingdom, I can control all the 'blood'."

"Huh? Then wouldn't that mean if they really went all out, they could kill every living thing in this city with a single thought?"

Ella stuck out her tongue.

"No, you can live perfectly well even without blood."

Isadora laughed, "Or it could be done through divine and law-based means of targeted resistance."

"Humph."

Ella pursed her lips. "But this is too unbelievable. It doesn't seem very realistic."

"Because the ability to apply laws requires your understanding of the corresponding laws. You actually already have the key, but you don't know where the lock you can open is. You can only gradually experience this yourself."

Isadora explained, “However, I can give you an example. My interpretation of ‘blood’ is a conceptual existence, and such a conceptual interpretation is not only affected by the interpretation of reality, but also by your thinking.”

"So...it's idealism?"

Ella tilted her head.

"Yes, not entirely... Okay, it's finished."

Isadora stopped pointing, and the incantation in mid-air immediately turned into dust and drifted away.

Ella sensed it carefully, "But I don't feel like anything happened."

"Feel it again."

Isadora said gently.

Ella's crimson eyes swept across the scene, then she noticed that the river beneath her feet seemed to be slowly surging upwards.

"...Is the water rising?"

"There are many interpretations of the concept of blood. In addition to the blood in the human body, many people who are close to the earth also see rivers as the blood of the earth."

"So if we use this concept to interpret the law of blood, then theoretically, I can do this too."

Isadora's soft voice rang in Ella's ears, but Ella's eyes widened, her mind and body in disbelief and shock.

Because she saw the Thames River, which runs through the city, slowly rising from its course, like a giant dragon, thirty miles long, raising its head, its majestic form soaring into the air and obscuring the moonlight, casting huge shadows on every street and alley.

"God..."

The people in the foggy city looked up at this magnificent miracle, their legs went weak.

The Thames River, transformed into a giant dragon, soars into the sky, its open front crevices seemingly about to swallow the dragon's head of the moon.

The earth shook and the sky changed color, but these words are not enough to describe the shock that this scene brought to the citizens who witnessed this miracle. This is the true power of the gods, the highest realm that mortals can only worship forever.

Then, the dragon's head turned and suddenly swooped down.

For Ella, it was as if the entire night sky had suddenly collapsed, turning into an endless ocean that crashed down on her.

Chapter 191 The Light of the Fallen Moon

Once the residual force had dissipated, Ella emerged from the water with a whoosh.

Looking around, the surrounding urban areas were completely submerged by the flood, as if a lake had been opened in the center of the foggy city.

But at the last moment, Isadora seemed to have stopped.

Because Ella clearly saw that the dragon's body did not crash down with the dragon's head, but instead broke free of its restraints in mid-air and dissolved directly into rainwater.

If that weren't the case, it wouldn't just be this small urban area that's been torn apart and submerged in water; probably half of Fog City would be destroyed.

"So, do you have a deeper understanding of divine authority now?"

The Queen's voice came from the sky. Ella looked up and saw Isadora flapping her wings and landing, her toes lightly touching the surface of the lake, like an elf descending from the sky strolling in the spreading ripples.

But Ella noticed that a ring of golden shackles had appeared on the other person's slender, snow-white wrists.

The shackles were semi-transparent, like a phantom. If you didn't look closely, you would think they were just a pair of bracelets on her wrists. There were no chains connecting them, unlike real shackles that bound Isadora's hands.

But Isadora's previous overwhelming momentum began to slowly diminish after the shackles appeared, just like a flame that had burned at its most intense moment and then declined.

"Sigh, it's here, even faster than I expected."

Isadora noticed Ella's gaze, raised her hand, and glanced at the shackles on them. "It's probably because of the liberation of divine authority."

"Is this the suppression of the Holy Light Law?"

Ella stared at the pair of golden shackles.

"Hmm... I should probably rest too."

Isadora chuckled softly, the gradually increasing oppression spreading from the mortal realm making it difficult for her soul to contain the pollution.

The latter was like a malignant cancer cell, dividing wildly, but the contaminated parts were not dissolved, but rather seemed to be transforming into another nature that she could not describe.

She was certain that once the pollution had completely devoured her soul, she would no longer be the person she was now.

But looking into Ella's crimson eyes, Isadora knew that it wasn't the child's fault.

It might be a little strange to call an Outer God whose actual age is much older than oneself a "child," but the naive personality inside that Outer God's body is indeed still quite young in the eyes of Isadora.

"It's the final round, Miss Lydia, let's settle this once and for all."

Isadora then gently touched her chest and said softly, "But if possible, please try not to harm the child's body."

Ella wasn't stupid. After these few rounds of fighting, she had realized that Isadora clearly didn't really want to settle things with her.

The other party did not stop Alina on the tower from merging the Fog City back into the real world, nor did they truly use all their strength to expel her—if they had demonstrated the power of divine authority from the very beginning, even the Moon Goddess was able to expel Ella through her divine kingdom, so there was no reason why Isadora couldn't do it.

Therefore, Ella could probably guess the true purpose behind the so-called final showdown.

"Your Majesty..."

So she asked with some helplessness, "I know quite a few old gods who are now bound, but they are actually doing quite well. We don't have any fundamental conflict, so does it have to end here?"

"I am the mother goddess of the vampires. Don't you think it's too cruel for me to willingly watch my own clan decline?"

Isadora's gaze remained calm and serene throughout. "The eternal night with the full moon high in the sky is the dream of vampires. Since I am destined not to see the day when the dream comes true, what is the meaning of a long life?"

"So stop saying these things, dear saint, you now represent humanity."

"It is your duty to destroy the evil demon king, isn't it?"

Soft words echoed across the lake, mingled with the cool breeze.

Ella's small mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end she chose to remain silent.

She activated the portal and retrieved the bishop's scepter from the Mist City Sanctuary, which she had not used before.

Ella initially didn't use it, intending to use it as a trump card against the Queen. But later, she felt it was unnecessary and never used it again.

At this very moment, she finally took it out, as a tribute to Isadora.

Isadora nodded slightly in approval, her wings unfurling, and the wind gently lifted her graceful figure as she rose.

She summoned a pair of swords imbued with ice and lightning magic, their shimmering light reflected on the murky lake surface, creating ripples.

In the deep black night sky, the crack in the center of the blood moon grew larger and larger, like a disc about to split in two. The red light that fell was no longer rich and uniform, but rather like layers of thin curtains overlapping each other on the battlefield.

But this also makes it like a veil draped over Isadora's shoulders, making the vampire queen's figure appear beautiful and dreamlike on her favorite moonrise night.

Ella stood with her staff across her body, her thin lips slightly parted as she softly chanted a spell. Specks of holy light emerged from the darkness, like miniature stars forming a line that converged at the sharp tip of her staff.

This scepter is also a projection of the Holy Lance. The artifact, far away in Morning Star Ridge, seemed to miraculously sense Ayra's call at this moment, attaching its golden phantom to it.

Seeing this, Isadora raised her twin swords to her chest, assumed her final stance, and smiled.

"Go forth, Holy Maiden of Light."

As the gentle announcement fell, a golden comet streaked across the tranquil night sky like a shadow, colliding instantly with a streak of light trailing red and blue flames.

The lake surface surged, and the momentary silence seemed like a pause before the final chapter of a passionate climax. Then, a deafening roar transformed into a raging torrent that boiled over the entire night sky of the foggy city.

Golden rays shot into the sky, like the rising sun over the lake, eventually swallowing up the red and blue light.

The blood moon in the sky shattered completely at this moment, splitting into two, its broken body beginning to disintegrate bit by bit.

People looked up and saw the darkness that had enveloped the sky slowly receding, and a faint glimmer of dawn quietly appearing on the horizon.

Perhaps the longest night of their lives, it was finally over.

On the lake, Ella, draped in a black cloak, lifted Evelina, whose eyes were closed, from the water.

She clearly saw that at the last moment, a blue-eyed, black-haired female phantom appeared in front of Evelina, taking the twin swords from the latter's hand and clashing them together with the Holy Lance.

That must be Isadora's soul.

Even if she hadn't done that, Ella wouldn't have plunged the Holy Lance into Evelina's chest, but Evelina still sacrificed her soul, dissolving all the Holy Lance's power.

"Ugh."

Finally, Ella could only sigh, stepping barefoot onto the lake surface where a thin layer of ice had been formed by magic, and slowly left with the unconscious Evelina in her arms.

Behind her, the exhausted scepter and a pair of red and blue swords intertwined, disintegrating into specks of luminous dust as they sank to the bottom of the deep lake.

The quest "Light of the Fallen Moon" has been completed.

Chapter 192 After the Great Battle

Three days later, the church and the royal family issued a statement on the matter, naturally using the usual euphemisms to describe the true situation, mainly focusing on praising the saint.

Of course, with so many people witnessing Ella using the black mud and tentacles, Loren's previous vague explanations were no longer acceptable. Therefore, he stated that "the saintess sacrificed herself and violated forbidden power to save the people."

Whether the citizens believe it or not is their business. If they don't believe it, they have to keep it to themselves, because speaking recklessly can lead to trial.

However, this news naturally reached the high-ranking officials of the Holy City not long afterward, causing another stir.

But of course, that's all in the future. For everyone right now, the storms of the future are a thing of the future. After a great battle is over, it's time to relax.

Therefore, in the Westminster district of the foggy city at this time, in the Adventurers' Guild Hall.

Li Cheng raised his glass high in the hall, shouting and yelling with a group of drunken players.

"My brothers! This cup is a toast to the invincible Holy Maiden!!"

"Alas!!!"

"cheers!!!"

This time, his party wasn't just for the Seven Stars Guild members; it also included the Blackwater Gang, as well as players from all sorts of miscellaneous guilds and gangs, big and small, all making a ruckus in the Adventure Hall.

Even Van Helsing, whose arm was in a splint, and Royal Police Inspector Greg and Sherlinford were being pounded into drinking by a group of burly men who were tightly wrapped around their necks.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't, brother, brother, I have work tonight..."

Greg looked completely disoriented.

As a detective, he was actually a rather upper-class figure, and theoretically he shouldn't be associating with these rude adventurers.

Since Hessin insisted on dragging him over, he couldn't refuse his hospitality. He thought it would be good to visit and offer his condolences to the volunteers who contributed to the Battle of Fog City as part of his efforts to show consideration for the people.

Unexpectedly, he's now almost completely drunk.

"Oh dear, we just finished a major battle and all we can do is work overtime. Being so tense every day isn't good for our health."

Van Helsing, with his unshaven beard, was quite used to such occasions and was clearly an old drunkard; even after two or three people next to him had passed out, his expression didn't change at all.

Ford, however, only took a couple of sips of wine, feeling that alcohol was not conducive to thinking, and sat with Ye Xiao at the children's table in the corner.

Greta sat close to Ye Xiao, engaging in her usual brawl with Lucyville.