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

Simon paused and looked back.

The originally warm eyes became deep and solemn.

Small kindness and righteousness are nothing but hypocrisy.

"On the contrary, Senior Sword Saint, if you fail to obtain the Holy Maiden of Destiny, the consequences will be unbearable."

"Collateral damage, necessary sacrifices, I thought seniors should understand these principles."

Leo, who was not good at speaking, was briefly choked.

"What about the blood of the false king?"

The deep meaning in Simon's eyes disappeared, and a refreshing peace returned to his face.

He looked puzzled. "It was the School of the Undead who attacked the Blood of the False King. What does that have to do with us, the Church of Holy Light?"

"History has proven that pushing them into a corner never has good results..."

"Senior Sword Saint." Simon interrupted.

"Alice was blinded by momentary pleasure and made the wrong choice. One day she will pay the price for it."

"I hope you don't make the same mistake."

Leo's expression darkened and he lowered his eyes.

Those eyes that were originally as sharp as swords now looked cloudy and haggard.

The so-called "Sword Master" is nothing more than a mortal with a weak heart.

The hero who saved the world, but could not save the one he wanted to save.

Thinking of this, for a moment, Simon even felt a little sympathy for the old man in front of him.

"Change the subject."

"How is our Sword Master's disciple doing?"

"That kid is useless." Leo shook his head, restraining the emotions in his eyes.

"The sword's heart is broken, and there is no possibility of regaining it."

Some people become more courageous after setbacks, but others do not.

Bathed in the halo of being the darling of Holy Light, undefeated at the same level, and a candidate for the Holy City Saint, Levi has developed an arrogance that looks down on the world.

Given time, perhaps there will be a chance to be canonized as a saint with the sword and step into a realm beyond the extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he met Roy.

Complete defeat, ruthless crushing, what was more unforgettable than the sword marks was the dignity that was trampled under Roy's feet.

If he loses in a bloody battle, it might be a good training for Levi.

But in that battle, Roy clearly had some strength left.

Levi couldn't accept that reality at all, and then Alice defeated his partner, which made things even worse.

Levi still kneels in front of the holy sword, trying to awaken this magical weapon, but in Leo's opinion, he has no chance of being with the sword in this life.

"Hey, what about Jay?"

"The soul is damaged and cannot be healed. At least not by the accompanying priest."

Soul attacks may seem powerful, but they also carry considerable risk. If one rashly touches a soul more powerful than oneself, they will inevitably suffer.

In Leo's opinion, this guy just relied on his mediocre soul tricks and got carried away, and he deserved it.

Even Simon couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly after hearing the bad news, and sighed bitterly: "Alas, we have lost three talented people at once. This time it is really a heavy loss."

Leo was slightly surprised: "Three? Could it be..."

Simon smiled knowingly. "Do you really think I'll let Julius go without taking any precautions?"

After bidding farewell to the Sword Master, Simon stepped into another secret room.

In the bathroom with a white background, holy light is everywhere and steam is rising.

In the holy spring emitting healing light, the naked body of the [Son of Light] is immersed in it.

The highly concentrated holy water that is sold by the drops is now being freely sprinkled here.

A holy spring of this magnitude is enough to revive the dead, flesh out bones, and even heal damaged souls. It is almost equivalent to the total output of the church for several years and is more valuable than any candidate for sainthood.

Even the Son of Light is not worthy of it.

However, this was not intended to heal him.

[Son of Light] is useless.

The blonde girl's blazing white wings completely shattered his faith.

In a sense, the shock he suffered was even more tragic than Levi's. He had completely lost the meaning of living.

Of course, this is also due to the side effects of the ritual.

"The Holy Light will protect me, the Holy Light will protect me, the Holy Light will protect me..."

The Son of Light, whose eyes had long been empty, kept muttering the words that once made him believe, but he could no longer find his original faith.

Simon felt a little sad when he thought that the Son of God, who once enjoyed flowers and praise and was admired by the world, had fallen to such a state.

"Alas, as expected, even a genius like you cannot withstand the side effects of the Divine Descent Ritual, let alone the blow brought by the Holy Maiden of Destiny."

"Child, don't worry. Make your final contribution to the Holy Light."

Simon clapped his hands.

Several naked nuns in white robes with a holy aura are in the bathroom.

Like puppets, they shamelessly undressed and walked into the holy spring with the posture of a newborn, taking mechanical steps.

These nuns were all half-baked, possessing a thin bloodline of Holy Light, yet unable to become Transcendents. Therefore, the Church trained them as sacrifices, so that, like today, when necessary, they could transform into Holy Light and dedicate everything.

The living flesh and spirit of extraordinary bloodline are always the best materials to assist rituals.

They stepped into the holy spring, pressing their bodies as close to Sang as possible without any obstruction.

Simon then summoned the stigmata circle and began to lead the ceremony.

It was not based on the simplified spells of that time, but a divine descent ceremony for high-level transcendents to personally attend.

The holy water began to boil, emitting extremely astonishing and extraordinary fluctuations. The lingering light was like countless silk threads, wrapping Sang and the others.

The girls kissed and caressed Sang's body, and at this moment they were completely integrated with Sang.

It's not a description, but a true fusion of meat and blood.

The dirty blood slowly spread, and in a moment it dyed the holy spring red.

Simon closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to watch.

In a moment, Sang was the only one left in the holy spring.

No.

At this moment, the Son of Light, whose soul had been obliterated by the majestic power of holy light, was nothing more than a shell of his former self.

Through the body of the Son of God, the eyes that opened again were covered with a faint holy gold. The soul in the body was no longer Sang, but the only ruler of the Holy Light Church.

Under that vast breath, Simon leaned forward and knelt.

"Your Majesty, welcome."

There was a wonderful affinity in that gentle voice, yet it also carried a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Simon."

"I remember you never liked this ceremony."

"As a candidate for sainthood, Sang's mission is to dedicate himself to the Holy Light. As for the nuns, they have been freed from hunger and cold since childhood and have suffered the brunt of the church's suffering. They should repay the church. Bathed in the Holy Light, they will not feel any pain."

Simon's expression twisted slightly: "I know, I know, but..."

There are few purely evil or purely good people in the world.

But the hearts of ordinary people always tremble.

Chapter 96: Death of the Society!

The Pope stepped out of the blood pool, and a strange halo of light purified the blood, making it clear again.

He placed his hand on Simon's head, his face full of love and compassion: "This is all to save the world."

Simon was stunned.

What a respectable ideal. What a heavy aspiration.

In this world where everyone is only pursuing what they cherish, only the Pope persists in the arduous journey through the long years.

When he opened his eyes again, Simon regained his courage and said firmly: "This is all to save the world."

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That day, Roy and Alice had dinner with Theresa to discuss the inauguration ceremony.

As a former core leader of the church, [Holy Sister] knows much more about the inauguration ceremony than they do.

"The inauguration ceremony is quite complicated and mysterious. Only the archbishops who have presided over the ceremony are authorized to know."

"However, the principles underlying these extraordinary rituals are the same. Essentially, they all draw upon the same source of power from the upper realm to cleanse the lower-level extraordinary beings, thereby purifying their bloodlines. This is also the reason why the bloodline power of saints throughout history has skyrocketed after the rituals."

In the original work, the inauguration ceremony of the saint is the finale of the story.

Alice was only at Sequence 7 at that point, and was promoted to Sequence 6 after the ceremony.

But games are just games.

After going through so many things, Roy has long seen through that there are many secrets hidden under the seemingly peaceful plot of the original work.

The anti-fate node is still there, which is enough to show that the church has not given up on Alice, and Simon must have some kind of backup plan.

I am far from being able to take it lightly.

Thinking of this, Roy pondered and said, "Since the inauguration ceremony is dangerous, can we not accept this ceremony?"

"Without accepting the ritual, the Angel's bloodline will never be able to awaken on its own, and there will be no possibility of reaching a higher level." Theresa sighed softly, looking very distressed.

"And it's not legally justifiable. The Cherubim might use this as an opportunity to stir up trouble."

"I don't want to lie." Theresa straightened her posture slightly and announced frankly, "I have been pursuing the secrets of the Saint and the truth behind the Church's use of the Saint, so I personally hope that Alice will still take a gamble."

Theresa's voice softened. "Of course, this is a request, not a demand."

Alice is the Holy Maiden of Destiny. If she can be baptized by the Holy Light, it will only be a matter of time before she reaches a higher level.

Among the high-level extraordinary people, which one is not a king or a ruler of a region?

A high-level transcendent who is devoted to her wholeheartedly and only belongs to her. This alone is enough to make one's heart flutter.

Compared to this, Roy even felt that the secret of the [Pseudo King] breaking through to a higher level was not that important.

But compared to Alice's safety...

While thinking, Roy was about to reject Theresa, but he felt a soft touch on his palm.

Alice was holding his hand and looking at him faintly: "Alice wants to accept this ceremony."

Roy's heart tightened, and he unconsciously held Alice tighter.

"I haven't reached the point where I have to sacrifice you. Didn't we agree..."

"Didn't we agree that we would go on together?" Alice asked stubbornly.

"To protect Alice, the master took all the risks alone. Isn't that sacrificing himself?"

Under the girl's distressed and dissatisfied gaze, Roy was speechless.

At this point, Alice didn't want to abandon Roy again, but she also didn't want to be abandoned by him.

How could I be qualified to accept his embrace if I was always protected by him?

"The relationship between the Master and the Church is already quite bad and cannot deteriorate any further. Moreover, the inauguration ceremony will further strengthen the extraordinary bloodline and enhance Alice's power as the Master."

Alice placed her other hand over Roy's, her clear, pale blue eyes more resolute than ever before. "No matter how difficult the fate, Alice wants to go on with Master."