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

Roy once again realized that his maid was already a great figure, and he felt proud but also a little guilty.

If the devout believers of the Holy Light knew that they slept in the same bed with the Saint Lady they longed for every day, they would probably tear themselves to pieces...

When they returned to White Harbor Church, the Lord of White Harbor Church, [Saint Sister] Theresa, and [Sword Master] Leo, personally led the church leaders from the East and West Continents and lined up in two rows to welcome them.

It is worth mentioning that Levi, the Holy Sword's direct disciple, also had to show up due to the requirements of the ceremony.

The young boy no longer had the same sharpness as before. Perhaps he was still unwilling to accept the reality. He lowered his head and trembled constantly.

He still had the holy sword at his waist, but he also carried an additional sword, and it was obvious that he had not yet regained his sword spirit.

Oloya on the side was simply filled with jealousy, her fake smile was trembling slightly, and she stared at Alice in the holy robe with her eyes almost on fire.

Such jealousy and dissatisfaction were not uncommon in the East Continent Church, but they were ultimately drowned out by the endless praise and failed to cause any waves.

It is the destiny of heaven and he has been canonized. Whether they admit it or not, this is an indisputable fact.

Naturally, those defeated opponents would not attract Roy's extra attention.

Bathed in the admiration of all the Holy Light believers, Roy gentlemanly took Alice's hand and escorted her down the platform, into the White Harbor Cathedral, and to the underground altar.

The underground was empty, with only Archbishop Simon waiting at the altar.

The white sacred fire and the drifting holy light make this place sacred and quiet, peaceful and serene.

"Welcome to Her Majesty the Saint."

Simon first bowed slightly to Alice, then glanced at Roy.

"Thank you for escorting us all the way, Mr. Roy."

"However, the Holy Light Baptism is about to begin. Mr. Roy, please step aside for the time being to avoid disturbing the ceremony."

Chapter 101 Why is it her

In the face of Simon's advice, Alice not only did not agree, but instead held Roy's hand tightly.

"He doesn't have to leave."

"Lady Saint, the Holy Light Baptism is extremely complex. Excessive supernatural fluctuations will affect the stability of the ceremony and bring you unnecessary burdens."

"But I heard that the baptism of Holy Light is a test of the soul, and nothing can stabilize my soul better than it." Alice retorted righteously.

This was the rhetoric they had planned long ago.

There were no accidents during the entire journey around White Harbor.

Roy guessed that if Simon really wanted to do something to Alice, he could only take advantage of the opportunity to be alone with Alice during the baptism of holy light.

But unexpectedly, after thinking for a moment, Simon actually nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"It's rare among the guards of all generations to gain such trust from the Saint." Simon glanced at Roy meaningfully.

Roy smiled slightly: "It's my honor."

Alice stepped onto the magic circle depicted on the altar, knelt down, and bathed in the holy white light that fell like raindrops. The girl's loose holy robe spread out like a flower.

Simon chanted the holy scriptures, and as the complex magic circle slowly lit up, huge extraordinary fluctuations began to surge actively, and the entire underground altar became brighter.

Immediately afterwards, a pure halo poured into Alice's body, and the girl's originally immersed expression began to distort.

"...!"

Roy frowned slightly, but did not panic.

Any extraordinary ritual will bring a burden to the body and soul. Cleansing the bloodline is equivalent to using high-purity power to filter out impurities in the extraordinary bloodline and soul.

As the highest level of ritual, the baptism of holy light is understandably painful.

Accepting divine power is never that easy.

If there was something wrong with the ceremony, Phoenix, who was observing secretly, would be able to see the clues.

"this......?!"

"What's wrong?"

Phoenix's exclamation made Roy a little uneasy.

"The ritual itself is fine, but the power is simply too strong! If a typical Sequence 6 were to face such power head-on, their soul would have been crushed long ago!"

"You mean Alice is in danger..."

Roy couldn't help but draw his sword.

Unexpectedly, Phoenix changed the subject: "Not really."

"Your maid's soul is also exceptionally strong. Although she will suffer some hardships, she will be able to withstand it."

There is nothing wrong with the ceremony.

However, instead of feeling relieved, Roy felt even more uneasy.

There were no attacks on the road, no problems with the ceremony, and they were even generous enough to allow themselves to remain on the scene.

What exactly does Simon want to do?

A sword in the open is not difficult to defend against, but a sharp blade in the dark is the most terrifying.

Roy didn't understand what the Cherubim wanted to do in this last chance to capture Alice.

As the magic circle unfolded and the holy light fell, Simon no longer needed to maintain the ceremony.

Noticing Roy's wary look, he turned around and maintained his usual warmth: "Lord Roy, rest assured. Although we had some friction before, I have no ill will towards the Saint Lady."

"Helping the Saint of Destiny awaken her bloodline and transform into an angel is our truest wish."

"And then save the world under the guidance of angels?" Roy did not hide his sarcasm.

Unexpectedly, Simon nodded righteously: "That's right."

Indifferent...

Roy couldn't see the opponent's flaws.

Either they are extremely cunning and disdain to reveal their true intentions, or even if they have a clear conscience, they are truly indifferent.

However, Simon had also wavered during the previous confrontation...

Ok?

Does this guy really think he is saving the world?

Roy looked at Simon with a strange look in his eyes.

And Simon continued to talk.

"The Holy Maiden of Destiny, the incarnation of an angel, her birth will bring true salvation to this world. This includes me, and you as well. Therefore, the Church has never been your enemy."

"What about Alice?"

"what?"

"Let's just say you want to rely on Alice to save the world, but what exactly do you need her to do? What sacrifices do you need her to make?"

After a long silence, he said, "To save the world, all sacrifices are worth it."

Roy clenched his fists silently, but was not too surprised.

There is no expectation, so how can there be disappointment?

As he expected, the burden that the church wanted Alice to bear was by no means an easy one.

Otherwise, Simon could have laid his cards on the table and explained everything right from the start.

All sacrifices are worth it, but Roy absolutely cannot accept sacrificing Alice.

Not to mention that saving the world itself is just a pretext, even if saving the world really depends on sacrificing Alice, Roy will never agree.

Be he stubborn or stupid, he will never yield to fate until the last step.

Roy exhaled slowly, calm and cold: "Why is it her?"

She is the destined savior, the angel incarnation chosen by the Holy Light, and the saint we have been waiting for for hundreds of years.

He had as many reasons as he wanted, but seeing the determination shown by the young man, Simon sighed slightly and said nothing more.

Whatever.

What ordinary people see is ultimately only the narrowness in front of their eyes.

Perhaps, the fate of everything has already been determined.

When he looked at Roy again, Simon's eyes were filled with sad pity.

The next moment, terrifying extraordinary fluctuations sounded like thunder, stinging the senses of all extraordinary people.

Outside the church.

Theresa and Leo's expressions changed slightly at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, a cold aura rose from the ground in the north and south.

Countless cold liches drifted out from one place, like dark clouds covering the sky.

A Cyclops with rotten and pale skin emerged from one place, stepping on the ground.

The whole place was in commotion.

The originally warm atmosphere froze, and the people gathered in the city center looked at the changes in the distance anxiously, and fell into panic in an instant.

"Everyone, please don't panic!" The knights and monks began to evacuate the crowd as soon as possible.

Theresa's expression grew serious. "A cultist, and at least a Sequence 5, how could it be possible..."

"Now is not the time to dwell on this." Leo interrupted.

Sensing the dangerous aura from the north and south, the two high-level figures exchanged a tacit glance, then disappeared simultaneously.

Residential buildings on the south side.

Hundreds of wights blocked the Knights out and trapped the citizens in the residential area.

The domineering Cyclops tore the wooden building to pieces with a wave of his hand.

With one hand, it grabbed dozens of citizens who were unable to dodge from the ruins and opened its mouth greedily.

The north square.

The fleeing people were caught in mid-air one by one by the lich and trapped inside his body.

Countless others had their eyes rolled back and fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, allowing themselves to be trampled by the rotting corpses.

Immersed in the White Harbor where the Saint took office, it instantly turned into

A purgatory where the undead run rampant.

No matter how people prayed and cried, there was no response.

However, White Harbor's ability to stand firm was never due to some illusory goddess.

The sword rang clear and sharp, as powerful as lightning, turning into a dazzling line.

When the knights looked up again, the one-eyed giant had lost one arm and was half-kneeling on the ground, wailing.

Chapter 102: Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain

The sword that cut through the sky drew cheers from the knights and the people.

"It's Lord Leo!"

"Heroes who save humanity! We are saved!"

Leo didn't look directly at the giant in front of him, but stared at the collapsed ruins in a daze.

Necessary sacrifices...

Then, he glanced in another direction with murderous intent.

"Show yourself, boy."

The mist outlined the figure of the young necromancer.

Facing a high-level transcendent, one of the strongest in the human world, the Necromancer showed no fear at all and even clapped his hands excitedly.