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

As far as Roy knew, many mid-level transcendents would go through this process, and most of them would never be able to take that step in their entire lives.

Above the extraordinary is God.

Even a mere glimmer of divinity is a mystery that is difficult for all living beings to understand.

The person opposite her is a bit interesting.

Her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, her light blue eyes were as clear as the sky, and beneath her pure white robe, a pair of bare feet floated in mid-air.

Although her expression was gentle and her appearance and temperament were not similar, she gave Roy the feeling of a larger version of Alice.

"Blood of the False King, I am deeply grateful for your rescue. Perhaps you are wondering why I have fallen into such a predicament..."

Seeing that Angel was about to give a long speech, Rowling quickly waved her hand.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"I'm grateful that you saved me, but that doesn't mean I want to take you in."

Rowling's expression was serious: "I only want handsome guys to form a team. No matter how beautiful you are, it's hard to arouse my interest."

"I don't care about historical truth, nor do I care about you, so it's better to say something useful, okay?"

Roy's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Okay, okay, now that I'm in the mood to criticize, it seems this guy's mental state isn't too bad...

Angel smiled kindly: "I can understand your disappointment in the church, but you need me now."

"If you want to reach a higher level, you need the power of a saint."

The black-haired girl leaning against the tree crossed her legs and raised her eyebrows: "Tell me more."

Angel gracefully floated to a slightly further distance, spread her hands, and depicted a grand scene with holy light.

That was an era when dragons and phoenixes dominated the sky, vampires and elves shared the forest, and fire lions and ice wolves stood on the mountaintops.

The First Age, the era of the gods and their people.

"The history of the False King's Blood can be traced back to the First Age, long before the emergence of today's noble potions, wizard potions, and even the Holy Light system."

"Contracting with a demigod, gaining the divine blessing, digesting divine power to enter the transcendental realm—this is the essence of the [False King]."

"But this power is essentially a weakening of divine power. The grace of the gods can allow mortals to enter the transcendental realm, but it cannot make the transcendental realm a god. Therefore, even if your true and false bloodlines are fused to perfection and you reach the pinnacle of the transcendental realm, you will ultimately not be able to attain divinity."

Good student Roy listened attentively to the lectures and consolidated his valuable and extraordinary knowledge.

Rowling sounded a little impatient: "Can you tell me something I don't know?"

“So how do I get to the advanced level?”

Angel smiled gently: "Actually, it's no different from before."

"Hey, are you kidding me? I used to rely on the relics of the ancient demigods to advance my bloodline, but now...?!"

In the middle of the argument, Rowling stared at the blonde saint in front of her and was stunned.

And Roy also understood the answer.

[Pseudo King] relies on digesting divine power to improve his bloodline. The divine power of ordinary demigods is not enough, because even demigods cannot force [Pseudo King] to improve to the same level as themselves.

Unless, there is a god more powerful than a demigod?!

The Holy Light Goddess? This thing really exists, and is far more powerful than other demigods?!

But aren’t the church’s scriptures a lie?

Previously, no historical records of the goddess were found in Phoenix’s habitat!

The more Roy listened, the more confused he became. He was about to wait for the First Saint to reveal the answer, but unexpectedly, Rowling quickly jumped to the next topic.

No, just watch the plot carefully, you bastard!

"I understand the principle, so if I want to advance to a higher level, I must obtain a medium from the goddess?"

Angel shook her head. "The power a medium can carry is limited. A living, complete soul is best."

"The fully awakened bloodline of a Saint is the best medium for serving as the Goddess's apostle. The divine power contained within it far exceeds that of any Holy Light bloodline. That is what you need."

Luo Lin's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Before, when I was in the church, you helped me briefly enter the advanced level."

"And that's my limit."

"this......"

Having hit a dead end again, the black-haired girl couldn't help but sigh.

But Roy's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Isn't the bloodline of the Saint right beside me? Moreover, it is the bloodline of the Heavenly Saint, the purest [Angel]!

No wonder the [False King] would speed up the fusion of his blood because of the [Angel].

Now I can save myself the trouble of Rowling spending several years to fine-tune my bloodline. It's like skipping a grade!

The only problem now is how to break through to the higher level.

Having treasure is useless if you don’t know how to use it.

Moreover, improper operation may hurt Alice, so the final step must be made clear.

Does it require some kind of ritual, some kind of prop, or some special rules like bloodline advancement?

Roy pricked up his ears, afraid of missing any details.

Unexpectedly, Rowling immediately started to talk: "How will the [Pseudo-King] rely on the Saints to break through to the higher levels... Well, forget it. Anyway, the Saintess of this generation is nowhere in sight, so knowing is useless."

"Indeed, objectively speaking, you no longer have the possibility of reaching a higher level." Angel nodded in agreement.

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Angel smiled and asked, "I've proven my sincerity. Now, could you please listen to my request?"

Wait a minute!

Oh my god, I told you not to skip the plot. How could you miss something so important? Even if your fellow villagers are trying to cheat you, you can't cheat them to death like this, right?! If I get killed by the cultists in the future, it's all your fault, you bastard! ! !

Seeing that the two of them really didn't talk about the blood of the false king anymore, Roy's mentality collapsed and he started to talk sweetly.

Chapter 100 The Pope's Purpose

"Next, please listen to my request."

The first generation saint Angel stared at the black-haired girl under the tree, her expression becoming extremely serious.

"Blood of the False King, please save the world."

The breeze ruffled Rowling's hair.

After a while, the girl smiled frivolously, with disdain and unhappiness.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

"I saved you to gain power, not to be a kind person."

"Not to mention that most of that Holy Light Canon is bullshit, I can't even take care of myself right now, so how can I have the time to save the world?!"

Angel shook her head: "But the prophecy of world destruction is absolutely true."

"That was a calamity that destroyed the gods of the First Age, a disaster even more terrifying than the Demon King of the Third Age. No one can escape unscathed by this natural disaster, including those you cherish."

Influenced by Angel's serious tone, the frivolous look on Rowling's face gradually disappeared.

She rubbed her head irritably, then spread her hands out in despair: "Okay, I'll just take what you said as the truth!"

"If a natural disaster comes, we're all done!"

"But isn't the Church responsible for saving the world? Don't tell me the Church hasn't done anything in all these years!"

"About this..." Angel clenched her fists, a hint of deep bitterness appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Those light blue eyes were etched with powerlessness and hatred.

"The Pope's goal has never been to save the world."

The breeze blew by, dyeing all the scenery blurred.

All the scenes melted away in the wind, except for Angel's last words, which sounded like thunder and lingered in Roy's mind like a nightmare.

Isn't the Pope here to save the world?

This news immediately made Roy feel mixed emotions.

Since Alice is the key to saving the world, Roy has always worried that one day he will be caught in the dilemma of "saving Alice" or "saving the world".

Although Roy can become the enemy of the world for Alice, natural disasters are a reality.

Even if Alice was saved, it would still be meaningless if everyone died under the natural disaster in the end.

Roy was not so surprised to hear that the Pope was not the one who saved the world, and was even a little relieved.

But what follows is deep worry.

The Church of Holy Light, the largest organization in the human world, which has several high-level extraordinary people and rules the entire Eastern Continent, what is the purpose of its plan that has been secretly plotting for hundreds of years?

If it's not about saving the world, then it can't be about destroying it, right? That wouldn't be good for them either!

And if the church's conspiracy over the years has nothing to do with saving the world, what about the natural disaster? Who's going to take care of this thing?!

Fortunately, Roy is in a good mood.

Don't be anxious, there's no point in hurrying.

But even if we put aside these distant things, Alice's inauguration ceremony is a crisis that is imminent.

There is a church that wants to rely on the saint to save the world and a church that ignores the prophecy of world destruction and wants to use the saint to plot. The latter is obviously more dangerous.

Roy's trust in the church, which was already limited, fell to a new low.

The morning sun is shining.

The inauguration ceremony is today.

In the warm and fresh morning breeze, the blonde girl was as serene as ever, with the slightly upturned corners of her mouth outlining a heartwarming arc.

Looking at the blonde girl beside his pillow, Roy's worries unconsciously eased a little, and in contrast, he felt infinite determination.

No matter what conspiracy the church has, what he wants to do remains unchanged.

It is necessary to let Alice be baptized by the holy light and obtain the power of the saint, and at the same time, to protect Alice from the hands of the church.

Whether it's the fate of the false king's blood, the Holy Light Church's desire for Alice, or even the so-called prophecy of world destruction...

I also want to overcome all this with Alice and move towards the best ending.

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White Harbor Church.

The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

Today is the inauguration ceremony of Saint Alice, and also the ceremony for the saint to take office.

According to the steps of the ceremony, Saint Alice will set out from the church, circle White Harbor, accept the prayers and witnesses of the people, and finally return to the church to formally receive the baptism of holy light.

Four snow-white Pegasus horses pulled the movable altar platform. Beautiful black-robed nuns formed a phalanx surrounding it, and further out were the brave and tall White Harbor knights wearing silver armor.

Surrounded by all this, the golden-haired holy figure slowly walked onto the stage.

A loose, intricate, yet luxurious and dignified white nun's robe concealed her delicate figure, yet highlighted her holy and cold temperament. A white hood embellished with gold thread covered most of her face, but the slight glimpse of her golden hair and her perfectly curved chin were enough to showcase the girl's beauty.

The dignity of the saint can only be seen by the goddess, implying that the saint's most beautiful purity must be dedicated to the goddess to avoid being contaminated by the mundane world.

Only a handsome young man with black hair, white clothes and a cloak was serving closely.

The saint is the goddess's destiny, and there is no doubt about it.

Only the Saint Guards are chosen by the Saint and bestowed upon mortals as a gift.

For believers of the Holy Light, it is a wonderful honor that is more worthy of aspiration than that of princes and nobles.

All along the way around White Harbor, flowers and praises continued, and prayers resounded throughout the sky.