As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Sequence 6, one against a thousand.

But this is not enough.

The [Seraphim], operating at full power, transformed Alice's last strength into a tremendous extraordinary force, causing her momentum to continue to rise, to the next level, reaching the limit that an extraordinary creature can reach.

Sequence 5, invincible.

Sensing the drastic change in Alice's aura, the Pope frowned slightly, and controlled Sang to wave his hand and the magic circle took shape.

The blazing golden light transformed into the engraving of a cross and fell, releasing the divine power of the goddess and bringing down an unparalleled judgment on those who defied fate.

It was a divine blow that was enough to make mortals and even extraordinary creatures bow their heads and be unable to resist.

But so what?

Being the chosen child of miracles, being the chosen one born in holy light, or being an unknown church secret, all these things were good to Alice.

Just cut it in front of him with one sword!

The girl held the sword in both hands, raised her head, took a step forward, and swung the sword down.

The dazzling sword light, wrapped in blazing white flames, tore through the air, turned into a counter-current attack, and faced the falling cross head-on!

Two different holy lights intertwined with each other and continued to expand. In an instant, a terrifying mushroom cloud erupted, instantly submerging the entire church.

The explosive force overwhelmed the walls, shattered the stone pillars, and even broke through the barrier, rushing in all directions.

The surrounding trees were uprooted by the aftermath of the holy light, and Levi and the medical team were blown into the sky by this force. Even the ground could not withstand the terrible aura and shattered layer by layer.

Everything is annihilated by the holy light.

Only the black-haired boy, even though the ground was sinking, still stepped forward resolutely and plunged into the tornado of holy light.

Under the gaze of thousands of people from the East and West Continents, the projected image fell into white due to extraordinary fluctuations.

Silence.

Countless people held their breath, stared intently, and fell into a long silence.

Fortunately, after a while, the smoke dissipated, the holy light faded, and the picture finally reappeared.

The once grand and solemn sacrificial hall was no longer there, and along with it, the barrier that was strong enough to defend against a full-strength attack from a Sequence 5 was razed to the ground.

The night that should have been pitch black was suddenly cut into a gap, just like the golden dawn.

It is also like the gate to the kingdom of God in myths and legends, casting a faint halo from heaven onto the mortal world.

People were anxiously searching for the two saint candidates.

Soon, the Son of Light, lying unconscious in a pool of blood in the ruins, came into everyone's sight.

On the other side, the girl's blood-stained armor was mottled and torn, her long golden hair without a headband was flying in the wind, and even the silver sword in her hand, which was as thick as a dragon's scale, turned to ashes.

But even though her slender body was swaying in the breeze, the girl still stood under the halo.

Behind her was a pair of illusory wings that seemed to be looming.

Simon's breath was caught in his throat, he couldn't believe what he saw.

Theresa took over his responsibilities, smiling broadly and opening her arms to everyone.

"As you all have seen, Alice, the Saint candidate from White Harbor, defeated Levi, the Saint candidate from the Holy City, [Son of Light]!"

"The Saint Trial ends here! Alice is our Saint!"

The silent White Harbor was completely submerged in a sea of ​​cheers at this moment, and every citizen of White Harbor offered their most sincere prayers and blessings to their saint.

And this joy is not limited to White Harbor.

The knights of the kingdom raised their swords and shouted, the teachers and students of the academy hugged and laughed, and the adventurers drank and chatted happily.

From the snow-capped borders of the empire to the islands at the end of the southern kingdom, every church in the western continent praises the holy name of Alice.

At the same time, another continent fell into chaos.

The deeper the faith, the more difficult it is to bear when it is shattered.

People crying in pain, people cursing unwillingly, and believers of the Holy Light who swore to never admit Alice's victory filled the streets and alleys of the Eastern Continent, and even the Knights found it difficult to suppress them.

In some unnoticed corners, some people knelt silently and prayed to the blonde girl in the light curtain.

Inside the church, the leaders of White Harbor could no longer contain their excitement. They ignored the unpleasant expressions of the leaders of the East Continent Church, and clapped their hands and waved their arms, praising the golden-haired saint loudly.

The Sword Saint, who knew the true intentions behind the church, recalled the girl's unparalleled sword strike that shattered the golden glow. After a long silence, he sighed softly, "It seems she is even more remarkable than you thought."

Archbishop Simon broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the church in a frenzy, his face as pale as snow as if he were trapped in some nightmare from which he could not wake up.

It was at this moment that Roy finally arrived at the center of the battlefield and ran towards the girl quickly.

Alice looked back slowly, as if she wanted to say something, but she suddenly lost her strength, the wings behind her completely dissipated, and she fell down.

Thousands of believers who witnessed this cried out in shock, regretting that they were not there and were unable to save the holy angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

Fortunately, the young man has arrived.

Alice faced Roy's chest and fell lightly into his arms.

"Alice wins."

"Well, you did a great job."

"Master, you are watching me..."

"Isn't that nonsense? I've been watching you the whole time."

The boy's whisper was a little hoarse, but the arms protecting the girl were as light as cotton clouds.

"Unfortunately, Alice doesn't seem to have protected herself well enough..."

Hearing the self-blame and regret in the girl's words, Roy finally couldn't help but knocked her on the head.

"You did it perfectly, idiot!"

"You are a saint now, so act like one!"

The power that Sang unleashed at the last moment far exceeded the limit in "Angel Rondo".

But Alice still won in the end.

She has completely surpassed the protagonist of "Angel Waltz" and become a well-deserved saint.

"Saint..."

Whispering this word, Alice hugged Roy even tighter.

It was as if he wanted to rub his entire body into it and he just didn't want to let go.

"Alice is finally the master's saint."

The morning light shines down, casting a pure golden halo on the girl's figure.

The young man was slightly startled and even forgot to breathe at this moment.

It's because what meets his eyes is not the coldness he has long been accustomed to, not the shyness with a blush, not the tenacity when fighting against a strong enemy, nor the thoughts and feelings that only appear in a girl's dreams.

It was an angel's smile that had never been shown in the original work, more beautiful than the morning light.

Chapter 83 I Want to Hug You

The Son of Light had been defeated, and the outcome of the Saint Trial had been decided. Now only the final ceremonial ceremony remained.

The winning candidate must follow the example of the first saint, come to the altar, place his hands on the altar, and receive the gift of holy light.

Of course, the altar here has no special function, it is just a ritual decoration.

As luck would have it, the entire temple was completely destroyed, but the altar was preserved intact.

Alice was exhausted and couldn't even stand steadily. Roy had to hold her arm and hold her shoulders, supporting the delicate girl and moving forward little by little.

Taking this opportunity, Roy asked about his confusion.

"How did you break through to Sequence 6 back then?"

The bloodline level cannot be broken through at will; it must comply with the special promotion rules of that bloodline.

The more powerful the bloodline, the more complex the rules for advancement. Especially since Alice couldn't draw conclusions based on the experience of her predecessors.

Whether it is the original work or the promotion, Alice's several breakthroughs seem unusual, very much like the so-called protagonist halo, and there is no pattern at all.

Sometimes it happened in daily life, sometimes in battle. The most outrageous one was undoubtedly the head-pat kill that allowed Alice to be promoted to Sequence 8 on the spot.

But Alice's ability to reach Sequence 6 was definitely not just based on luck.

"How to break through..."

Alice herself was a little confused.

"Think carefully, did you do anything when you broke through?"

"I don't know either. It's just that at that time, I was always thinking about the master..."

I kept thinking that I was being watched by my master.

As passionate and exciting as the emotions were then, I feel as shy and unbearable now.

Alice quietly averted her eyes and spoke vaguely. A faint blush appeared on her fair face, which had been wiped clean by Roy.

The animal-like movements of the girl in his arms announced the answer, causing Roy to startle slightly and feel a surge of warmth in his heart.

Perhaps Alice has cherished herself since a long time ago.

Roy was awakened.

If you think about it carefully, every time Alice was promoted in the original work, it was related to Charlotte and others.

In this life, he was killed by patting his head, fighting against the evil cult, and fighting against the [Son of Light]. These seemingly random promotions all had one thing in common.

Every time, I was by her side.

Phoenix once said that the advancement of extraordinary bloodline is essentially driven by the soul.

Just like her own [Iron Blood] is tempered by life-and-death battles, Alice's [Angel] may be sublimated by the feelings for the people she cherishes.

The stronger and purer the emotion, the more it can promote the advancement of the Angel's bloodline.

This is enough to show how much Alice values ​​herself.

The overly warm touch made Roy feel conflicted and his eyes became moist.

"Owner?"

"nothing."

I just want to hug you, that's all.

Soon, they arrived in front of the altar.

"Legend has it that in the Third Era, the first Saint and her guards completed the Goddess's test and reached the altar in the secret realm, where they received the gift of the Holy Light and were canonized."

"Now, it's your turn."

Roy finished speaking, but unexpectedly, Alice did not come forward.

"Can only candidates be canonized?"

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

"But, it was clearly the guards and the candidates who completed the test together." Alice was confused by something strange.

Roy couldn't help laughing: "Then you have to ask the goddess."

Alice stared at the holy altar, which was white and sacred, with pure white holy fire wafting in silence for a while, then suddenly said, "Master, I have no strength left."

"Want me to help you get closer?"

Alice shook her head: "Alice can't even lift a finger."

"But the winner of the trial must complete this ritual. So, it's only natural for the guards to help a little, right?"

"You kid..." Roy laughed dumbly.

Then, the boy covered the back of the girl's white hand, grabbed her hand, and put their hands on the altar together with her.

Although this was just a symbolic ritual without any special power or meaning, Alice still narrowed her beautiful eyes and revealed a sense of satisfaction.

The Saint's Trial ended successfully.