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

"One thing to say, one thing to say, indeed."

Charlotte and others who loved to watch the fun were fanning the flames, making Nia so angry that her mouth was twisted.

"No, can you guys just look at the atmosphere... Hey!"

Charlotte, who was the most excited, had already taken action: "Alice, come here quickly, we've helped you hold her down!"

The blonde saint waved her hand eagerly.

The palm strike was not very strong. Rather than a slap, it was more like Nia kneading the tender face, just like how she usually treated Alice.

This wave, this wave is about good and evil being rewarded, and the law of nature being reincarnation...

Thinking so, Nia accepted it.

Until she felt an embarrassing tingling sensation in her chest, the elf girl flew into a rage: "That's too much! Which bastard touched my breasts?!"

Looking at the chirping birds in the distance, Roy smiled unconsciously.

"You've done a great job ruining the Cherubim's plans."

Roy turned around and saw Theresa's face full of emotion.

"We in White Harbor certainly don't want the Saint to leave."

A faint holy light emanated from the Saint Sister's eyes, revealing a scrutinizing gaze and a subtle, transcendental fluctuation. "But from the perspective of the False King's Blood, his proposal is in your best interest. If you miss this opportunity, you may never again escape the fate of the False King's Blood."

"Even so, don't you regret it?"

In response, Roy just smiled faintly and turned his attention back to the girls playing in the church.

"The secret of the false king's blood can be solved in another way, and the supernatural forces can be united bit by bit. But it has never been just because of these things that have supported me all the way to this point..."

"Whenever I'm about to give up, I think of the people who are waiting for me to come back, and I don't want to give up easily."

They told themselves that they were not "Bad Boy Roy" nor the Blood of the False King. Before these identities, they were Roy Ironblood, a simple, loved person.

Roy clenched his fists slightly and smiled.

"They are my strength, my future, and the reason that keeps me moving forward."

Theresa was slightly startled.

The sunlight filtered through the stained glass, depicting the girls' beauty, but she knew that the scene in the boy's eyes must be much brighter than what she saw.

She didn't say anything, not wanting to break the boy's immersion at the moment.

Chapter 94: Cultists

Theresa was patient.

After the girls left Roy's sight, she changed her tone to a serious one and warned, "Simon won't stop."

"The Church of Holy Light is extremely obsessed with Angels and will never give up until they achieve their goal."

Simon even tried to seduce Alice. At this point, Roy no longer had any trust in the church.

But he had another doubt.

"Why did Lady Theresa help me?"

[Saint Sister] Theresa should have been a core member of the church and supported the church's decisions.

"A personal grudge." Theresa's eyes drifted away.

The gentle disguise disappeared, revealing a heavy murderous aura.

"The First Saint, my sister, is also of Angel blood."

"She died for the church, and the church wouldn't even tell me why."

Theresa looked at the statue of the goddess with no respect in her eyes: "Fuck the Holy Light Goddess."

"Perhaps the church has other reasons, but I don't care. I just want to know who killed her and make that person pay the price."

At Theresa's level, love, hate, and vengeance are far more important than the conflicts of interest between forces.

Compared to the Sage's assurance, at this moment, Roy truly trusted the Holy Sister.

The fate-defying node still existed. Simon didn't give up.

If we want to fight against the church in the future and protect Alice, the power of the [Saint Sister] and White Harbor will be indispensable.

But before that, Roy had a crucial question.

The Angel's bloodline was powerful, but personal strength was not the reason the Church was so obsessed with Alice. And the so-called Bible was simply a story fabricated to fool the people.

There are countless unsolved mysteries in "Angel's Rondo", the most important of which is the reason why the church is obsessed with the Saint of Destiny.

Roy asked in a deep voice, "Lady Theresa, what exactly does the church want to do with Alice?"

"I don't know the specifics. But according to what they said..."

Theresa looked back with a complicated expression: "Probably saving the world."

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Church warship.

Among the church members who came this time, only two knew that there was a dungeon hidden under the warship.

The prisoners in the dungeon are all cultists who are not human-shaped, extremely vicious, and each one of them is notorious for his evil deeds.

The church leaders probably never dreamed that they would be on the same ship with cult members.

The church openly treats cult members with no mercy and kills them without mercy. The so-called prison is simply an unnecessary option.

To be fair, Simon thinks so.

For the so-called cultists, allowing them to live one more second is a blasphemy to thousands of lives.

However, even these guys may not be without value.

The Cherubim, wrapped in holy light, passed through one prison after another without stopping.

To the deepest part of the dungeon.

There was a chilling and terrifying atmosphere there that made these cultists shudder and remain silent.

Inside the prison, pale mist surged violently, pulling at the chains constructed by holy light.

The fog barely outlined a blurry figure, which seemed to be an old man who was about to die, and his whole body exuded the smell of death.

However, amidst the pale mist, a pair of dark blue eyes stood out, emitting a terrifying chill that seemed to be able to freeze the soul.

Even the [Archangel of Wisdom] Simon, when faced with this cold gaze, the holy light on his body dimmed a little.

This is simply because the other party is a terrifying existence that has also touched divinity and stepped into the realm of transcendence.

The leader of the School of the Undead, Julius, the Lord of Frost.

Few people know that the [School of the Undead] has been wiped out by the church, and its few high-ranking officials have been arrested.

However, the horrifying rumor that the Lord of Frost single-handedly turned an entire city and hundreds of thousands of lives into dry bones is still a nightmare that makes children in the Eastern Continent cry.

"I said before that the holy object has long been lost."

"Returning to eternal silence as soon as possible has always been my long-cherished wish. This long delay is both tiresome and a waste of your holy light. Young man, end it quickly."

With just one glance, the blue eyes lost interest in Simon.

However, Simon's next words brought his attention back.

"Julius, I'm not here to hate the relic, nor am I here to kill you."

"Actually, I'm here to work with you."

The blue eyes were slightly startled.

Then, a burst of shrill laughter broke out.

"Hahahahahahahahaha! Cooperation!"

"Everyone, did you hear that? The believers of Holy Light are actually cooperating with us, the servants of the God of Death!"

Demons dance wildly.

At this moment, all the ghosts and monsters in the prison laughed horribly, mocking the ridiculous light in the long night.

Simon's expression turned slightly cold, and then he sighed deeply.

The majestic holy light swept around like a hurricane, and the shrill laughter instantly turned into wailing.

When silence returned to the prison, Simon continued, "I'm serious."

"Do me a favor and you'll be free."

"The goddess is forgiving. Scum like you, unworthy of being human, have long been guilty of unforgivable crimes, but in the end, you still have a smile worth making."

The mist was swirling slightly.

"Hmph... a glance from a high-level person is priceless. Why would a high-level transcendent work for you?"

"Just exchanging your freedom isn't enough. At the very least, you have to refrain from attacking us for ten years..."

Simon scoffed and interrupted the other party: "Make no mistake, you are not qualified to negotiate terms."

The Archbishop made no effort to conceal his contempt: "Allowing you scum to return to the world is already the greatest mercy I can offer."

"Regardless of whether your actions succeed or fail, what awaits you in the end is the judgment of the Holy Light, nothing else."

Such overbearing and unreasonable conditions do not look like equal cooperation at all.

Even if they are both high-level transcendents, this rude request is enough to make the other person furious on the spot.

However, the fog in the prison slowly condensed and fell into deep thought.

If the other party is generous and promises various conditions, there is most likely some kind of conspiracy.

But Simon's attitude actually made the church's bottom line clear.

Does the church really want to use him to do dirty work?

I see. You spared my life just for times like this.

Haha, you want to use me, so why can't I use you?

The mist swirled and condensed into half a human figure.

He was an old man with pale skin, no hair or flesh, his skin was like an ice crystal skull, and his eyes were bright blue.

"It's really interesting that they're willing to do something like colluding with a cult."

"But how can you guarantee that I will help you after I am free again?"

"You will." Simon smiled leisurely, very confident.

"Because I want you to help me kill the false King's Blood."

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After leaving the prison, a figure stood in front of Simon.

The gray-haired old swordsman leaning against the wall frowned and glanced at him with a warning.

"Cooperating with cultists is the stupidest mistake."

Simon didn't get angry. He kept his amiable expression and nodded slowly, "I totally agree."

Chapter 95 Ordinary People

Simon walked slowly past Leo: "So I'm not cooperating, I'm just using them."

Leo's brows furrowed even more.

The so-called cult is a parasite that depends on other forces for its existence.

In the eyes of the powerful, these guys are the best pawns and scapegoats.

However, over the past few hundred years, he had seen countless people trying to use cults, but all of them were backfired.

“Cooperation is foolishness, exploitation is arrogance.”

"High-level transcendents are like wild beasts on the loose. Once you let go of the reins, you may not be able to contain them. Furthermore, Julius has never cared about human life. The consequences may be far beyond your imagination."