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

No matter whether it was the strongest swordsman who was canonized with his sword, or the Sister White Harbor who was once on par with the Queen of the Undead, they were all secretly shocked at this moment, and their faces turned ugly.

The body of a god, the ritual of descending the god.

Most of the ancient demigods have fallen, but once they reach a high level, it is difficult to completely annihilate them.

Even a high-level transcendent of Sequence 4 could leave behind a residual soul in the mortal world, so how could those gods who could cover the sky with a wave of their hands disappear so easily?

If the cult's ritual succeeds, not only White Harbor, but the entire continent will fall into the abyss of disaster again.

The [Swordsman] and the [Holy Nun] no longer held back and began to use all their strength.

Meanwhile, at White Harbor Church.

Simon's expression finally changed.

"The remains of the Grim Reaper? Where on earth did he hide that?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! [Cherubim], do you think everything will go as you expected? How do you feel now?! The blood of the false king alone is not enough. I want to dedicate it to the God of Death, to the angels, to the church, and even to the entire world!"

Simon ignored Julius's ridicule, frowned, and swung the scripture.

【Starfall】.

The terrifying starlight, which was of the same origin as Aoloya but far superior to hers, struck Luo straight down and pierced through the heart of the undead dragon.

If the evil god were to descend, the consequences would be disastrous, and Simon did not dare to delay any longer.

Do you want to ask His Majesty for help?

Just as Simon was hesitating, he heard the message from the Pope.

"No, go take care of the Angel first."

"But......"

"Don't worry about Death."

With absolute trust in the Pope, Simon did not hesitate any longer. He made a prompt decision, dropped from the air, and returned to the church.

The Saint Guards' disastrous defeat dealt a huge blow to morale.

Now seeing Simon return, everyone hurried forward.

"Lord Cherubim, please go and rescue Lord Roy!"

"We are willing to fight to the death and will never let these cultists succeed!"

Facing everyone's pleas, Simon remained indifferent: "There's nothing you can do."

Visalia was anxious: "But..."

"The most urgent task is to protect the Saint. Activate the barrier and retreat to the church. Go quickly."

Simon hurried into the church.

The knights looked at each other.

The Saint Lady is certainly important, but abandoning the Saint Guards like this would be too cruel.

Perhaps being devoured by the remains of the Grim Reaper was beyond repair, but at least we should try.

No matter how anxious they were, without the support of the Cherubim, they had no chance of defeating Julius and had no choice but to obey his orders.

Julius slapped out with his palm, but was blocked by the complex and huge light formation, and his palm instantly turned to ashes.

"Hmph, a high-level magic circle..."

"A little trick to delay time."

The barrier of White Harbor Church is naturally not bad, but Julius is also a wizard who is good at barriers, so it is only a matter of time to break the barrier.

Not to mention, the longer it drags on, the closer we are to the coming of death.

Originally, the descent of God required massive sacrifices and complicated rituals, but with the blood of the pseudo-king as the top-level medium, these steps can be omitted.

The ancient bloodline that has made a contract with the demigod is simply a natural sacrifice to God!

Roy himself had developed quite well, reaching Sequence 6, a rare achievement.

That kid has probably become the food for Lord Death now, right?

When Lord Death revives, I, who have made such a great contribution, will be promoted to Lord Death's apostle!

By then, it won’t be too late to crush the hateful church.

Thinking of this, Julius was not in a hurry at all. He looked at the knights and civilians hiding in the barrier, leisurely as if they were enjoying a funny farce.

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Underground altar.

The sacred fire fluttered and the aura surged.

The turbulent flow of holy light tore apart everything on the altar.

At the center of all this, the blonde girl was kneeling on the ground, a look of pain on her face, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

The originally fair skin now showed golden and blazing white holy marks.

The purest divine power from the goddess is continuously flowing into Alice's body and merging with her blood.

This process is more painful than extracting bone marrow, far beyond the limit that ordinary people can endure.

Even though this girl usually lacked emotional fluctuations and disregarded pain, she couldn't help but cry out in pain at this moment.

However, compared to the physical pain, what is truly tormenting is the torture of the soul.

Everyone's soul has a different condition.

Some are the prosperous and mighty empires, some are the beautiful spring with birds singing and flowers blooming, and some are the towers of mysteries built up by knowledge.

Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline level, the stronger the soul, and the more spectacular the scene presented.

However, Alice is different.

The room decorated with mahogany is neither too big nor too small, and the warm breeze outside the window is soft and gentle.

The morning light drifted into the clean, tidy, and even somewhat boring house.

Only the puppy stuffed animal beside her pillow symbolizes her inseparable feelings for him.

That was Alice's room in the Ironblood mansion.

It was also the shelter given to her by Roy.

For Alice, no matter how much she becomes a saint, how much glory and power she gains, or how many believers bow down to her in admiration, the world will always be this big.

These are the only things she treasures most.

However, all of this was gradually covered with cracks and turned into illusion under the erosion of the holy light.

In the world of the soul, the blonde girl's hands and feet were bound by chains of light and pressed to the ground. Even her delicate body and slender neck were tightly entangled by the chains, leaving a scorching mark deep in her soul.

And all of this was reflected in a pair of crystal blue eyes.

Chapter 107: Angels Arrive

Her blonde hair was so beautiful that it seemed as if it were carved out of gold, and her blue eyes were as ethereal as inorganic crystal.

Holy and beautiful, yet ethereal and indifferent.

That is the embodiment of the Goddess of Holy Light.

However, the so-called goddess does not bring the warmth and love that people say.

Through those crystal eyes that were so empty that it made her heart frightened, Alice seemed to see another world.

The holy light shines everywhere, and the world is snow-white and empty.

A world so empty that it's almost suffocating.

And now, endless holy light was frantically tearing at her shelter, climbing up her body, surging in hungrily like a quagmire of light, wanting to devour her completely.

The pain of the soul is a thousand times greater than that of the body.

But what really frightened Alice was not the pain itself, but the feeling of powerlessness of having someone else take over her nest.

The first encounter with Roy, the afternoons spent with Roy, the adventures they experienced together, and the daily life they spent together.

Those heartwarming, healing, poignant, even painful, yet precious and irreplaceable moments gradually become blurred under the cold holy light of nothingness.

Instead, there was a cacophony of prayers.

"Holy light is above!"

"Goddess bless you!"

"Please save my child!" "I don't want to die yet!" "Bring down divine punishment on the cultists!" "White Harbor will never surrender!"

"Goddess, please have mercy on us who are struggling in this hardship!"

Every word, whether it was despair and sorrow, or beautiful hope, was ruthlessly dismembering Alice's consciousness.

If this continues, Alice will no longer be Alice, but will only become a container of the goddess' power.

The Supreme Goddess stretched out her hand and placed it on Alice's head.

But at this moment, the blonde girl suddenly widened her eyes and shouted angrily with stubborn determination.

"Don't even think about it!"

Even though the holy light was so powerful that it almost covered the entire room and almost swallowed up Alice's body, it was ultimately stuck at the last step.

Can't erode that puppy toy.

Unable to occupy the girl's clear eyes.

It represents the most beautiful image in the girl's heart and her most steadfast feelings towards Roy. At this moment, it is enough to compete with the power of God.

Phoenix's judgment was correct.

The girl's determination is enough to overcome the baptism of holy light, and her soul will never be annihilated by the goddess.

However......

"Lord Saint!"

A cry of surprise brought Alice back from her soul.

Being distracted during a high-intensity confrontation with the divine spirit can be a fatal crisis.

Alice opened her eyes with difficulty and just saw Simon's figure clearly.

But he saw the other party fall to the ground on the spot, shedding bitter tears.

"sorry!"

"I, I couldn't save Lord Roy..."

Alice's pupils constricted slightly, she was so shocked that she even forgot the pain in her body.

"The cultists have invaded White Harbor. All the high-ranking officials have gone to meet them. Lord Roy has...sacrificed himself to protect you!"

A moment of hesitation will lead to an irreversible flaw.

In Alice's soul.

The holy light engulfed the puppy doll, and the stigmata wrapped around Alice's body.

The cold and ethereal goddess decisively pierced through her chest, transformed into a halo, and invaded it.

Unable to even struggle, Alice's body just fell down without any movement.

The light blue eyes gradually lost focus and closed.

In contrast, Alice in reality suddenly opened her eyes and spread her wings.

In an instant, there was no clarity in his eyes anymore, only cold, empty, heart-pounding blue crystal.

Holy light is flying.

The powerful and mighty force was shaken.

Passing through the church and White Harbor, the holy light shot straight into the sky, shaking every corner of White Harbor.

No matter if he is a hero who once saved the world, or a fanatical follower of the evil god, no matter if he is the most ordinary mortal, or a powerful extraordinary person.