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

Julius didn't even dare to transform into mist again, because that would dissipate directly under the holy light of the angel.

No matter how unwilling and annoyed he was, looking at the indifferent blond angel, the strongest swordsman under the goddess, Julius felt only fear.

For him, a life-and-death fight couldn't even stir up any emotions in the other party.

You can’t win, absolutely not.

Even if they were followers of a false god, they were still apostles of the gods. How could they be defeated by me, who had only glimpsed a glimpse of divine power?!

But just as Alice was about to raise her sword and deliver the final judgment, the dark skeleton that had been silent for a long time suddenly cracked from the center.

Simon's face darkened, Julius's expression brightened with joy, and even Alice was instinctively attracted by the terrifying aura, her eyes cold.

Under the heart-pounding cold atmosphere, countless knights and civilians turned their gazes towards the dark skeleton, feeling extremely uneasy.

Chapter 109: Wrath of Heaven

The coming of the evil god is a nightmare for everyone, not to mention the people who are frightened and pale.

Even the high-level extraordinary people led by Simon were so nervous that they were sweating profusely, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Only Julius, who had already cast off his human form, opened his arms and laughed wildly: "Tremble, wail, come and welcome the coming of the true God!"

"Even if you are a follower of a false god, you must prostrate yourself before the true god!"

Amid the cultists' wild laughter, the huge skeleton shattered completely.

However, the one falling into the air was not some evil god of death, but a young man with black hair and black eyes.

White Harbor has never been more peaceful than it is today.

Neither the high-level transcendents led by the Sword Saint nor the trembling ordinary people had expected this scene.

Simon, who knew the inside story, shuddered all over.

He's not dead?

After facing death, he still survived?!

At the same time, Alice's indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, and her originally emotionless face showed a look of pain, as if she was struggling.

But it was Julius who took action first.

Julius soared into the air, enveloped in mist, and pounced towards the young man in mid-air.

"Don't even think about running away! Today you will become the Lord of Death's sacrifice!"

The coming of the god of death is Julius' lifelong wish, and it is also the key to turning defeat into victory.

The blood of the false king is the best chance for the god of death to descend in thousands of years. How could he just let the cooked duck run away like this?!

Sensing the approaching murderous aura, Roy broke out in a cold sweat and immediately mobilized the Blade of the Former King.

However, the previous sneak attacks by [Calm as Still Water] failed, and now he was attacked by the opponent. Roy, who was only a mid-level player, was at a complete disadvantage.

[Consume 1 Fate Reversal...]

Oh no, it’s too late!

How come I ran into this bastard right after escaping? !

There was no time to activate the Blade of the Former King. Just when Roy was completely desperate and had to grit his teeth to withstand the attack of the high-level extraordinary, holy light streaked across the sky.

A blinding line of blazing white flashed by at the critical moment, snatching the black-haired boy away from Julius's palm.

When Roy took his next breath, Alice had already taken him a thousand meters away from the cultists.

Being embraced by the golden-haired angel, the incomparably powerful aura and warm holy light brought an indescribable sense of security.

However, a streak of blood fell on the girl's shoulder.

That was the only injury Alice had sustained since her fight with Julius.

"Alice...?"

To Roy's surprise, the other party ignored his call and turned to face Julius.

The girl bathed in the falling feathers of light had never seemed so unfamiliar to him.

So close, yet so out of reach.

Before Roy could figure out the situation, Alice drove back towards Julius.

Before this, the girl's eyes were cold and without any fluctuations, without any trace of anger, as if she was an inorganic object without life.

It is so beautiful that it seems extraordinary.

But at this moment, those crystal-like eyes were filled with cold and burning murderous intent.

If we say that Alice just now was just an ownerless blade, coldly executing the will of the goddess.

At this moment, she finally took up the sword herself, and at all costs, she used all her strength to release the uncontrollable murderous aura.

This was the first time Alice had held the sword with both hands since the war began.

It is not to fight the enemy, but to completely wipe out the enemy from the world.

Julius was shocked to find that his figure had finally caught the other person's eye.

The ruthless angel of death finally felt the desire to kill from the bottom of his heart.

Julius, the White Lord of Frost, the leader of the School of the Undead and the most loyal follower of the God of Death, who had long since vowed to devote himself to eternal silence, now felt fear from the depths of his soul.

Fear of the wrath of angels.

In the blink of an eye, Julius didn't dare to attack, and even forgot about death, and fled towards the sky at the fastest speed.

But the angry angel was much faster than him. He turned into a meteor flowing against the current and instantly bit his tail.

"No......!"

The cultist hastily gathered his last bit of strength and swung out with a palm.

But this was just a futile struggle of the prey.

At this moment, time froze in Alice's eyes.

What lingers in my ears are no longer those noisy and unclear prayers, but a very simple voice.

kill him.

What fell upon the desperate cultists was the limit of what a Sequence 4 could achieve under the blessing of the [Seraph].

The strongest ability of the Seraph, the goddess' sword that is said to burn all heretics, [Heaven's Blaze].

The sword light fell, and the blazing white light rose.

The dazzling white holy fire completely engulfed Julius. The last thing he could see was the holy light burning the entire sky.

The countercurrent holy flame broke through the mist, rushed straight into the sky, and finally exploded completely at the end of the distant sky.

The light enveloped everyone's vision.

An unknown amount of time passed, but when people finally regained their sight, what came into view, engraved on the sky, was the gate to heaven.

And the holy white feathers falling from the door.

According to legend, this is the highest realm a swordsman can reach. Leo was canonized with this sword and gained the recognition of the goddess.

At this moment, the Seraph also swung out the same sword, bringing down holy judgment on the cultists.

"Holy Light above..."

I don't know who sighed out loud.

Bathed in the warm glow, people cried with joy.

No matter if they are clergymen, ordinary believers of Holy Light, or just ordinary civilians.

Canonized with one sword?

No, that was the sword of the saint, the sword that opened the kingdom of heaven!

The sword of the Seraph will make them remember all living beings!

Regardless of the East or West continent, people enthusiastically and devoutly opened their arms, longing for the wings of angels to bless them, or they knelt down, shedding tears, praying silently, thanking the goddess for her salvation.

However, the blond angel's gaze passed by without lingering on any of the thousands of White Harbor residents.

Until it fell on the figure of the black-haired boy.

Roy's heart trembled.

The angel who is noble and holy in the eyes of the world is full of cracks in his eyes, as if it will shatter and disappear at any time.

Even though he hadn't figured out the current situation, Roy instinctively noticed that something was wrong with Alice.

"Alice, it's me!"

Roy extended his hand to the girl in the air.

The ruthless angel showed a hint of pain, opened his lips, and seemed to be trying hard to make some sound.

"Ro..."

"Angel! Your guard has fallen into evil and become a puppet of the evil god! Please show no mercy and wipe him out!"

The sudden prayer, accompanied by a deafening noise, drowned out Roy's call.

In the endless white world, the girl bound by the chains of holy light suddenly raised her head, but was pressed down by the goddess' palm.

The girl's final struggle ultimately turned into nothingness and disappeared in the azure crystal.

What responded to the boy was not the girl's embrace, but the ruthless sword light of the Seraph.

The vast holy light fell again, inflicting death upon the evil god's puppets.

Chapter 110 Ending

The cold mist, the legions of corpses, all of this was purified into ashes under the holy light of the angels.

As the fighting between the two southern halves subsided, the cultists' attack ended in complete failure.

However, the crowd surrounding the angel was still in panic.

The girl looked into the distance at the direction where she had just swung her sword. There was a holy halo lingering around her, but she seemed inexplicably sad.

"Lord Angel, why do you want to do this to your guards..." The knight of White Harbor couldn't help but ask.

"I'll answer it."

Simon stood in front of Alice and looked at the horrified crowd with grief.

"Roy Ironblad was infected by the power of the evil god in the skeleton just now, and completely degenerated into a cultist."

"Lady Saint had no choice but to kill her own relatives for the sake of justice."

"this......"

Everyone looked at each other, and some even fell into silent weeping.

The guards who accompanied the Saint to complete the trial and bravely defended her fell at the moment of victory and died at the hands of the Saint.

What an irony.

The knights bowed their heads and sighed, and the nuns covered their faces and cried.

Needless to say, Weishaliya, even Aoloya held her chest and observed a moment of silence for the brave guard.

The people didn't know what had happened, but they witnessed the heroic battle between the young man and the cultists, and at this moment they couldn't help but fall into deep sorrow.

Simon's eyes also became moist.

"He finally fulfilled his duty as a guard and protected the Saint Lady."

"I think, for Roy, it was a worthy death."

Simon clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone, now is not the time to indulge in grief."

"White Harbor has a lot of work to do. Striving to move forward is what we should do to comfort the souls of the fallen."

After Simon's reminder, everyone cheered up and started to work on disaster relief.

As the noisy crowd gradually dispersed, Simon's sad eyes suddenly became clear and his face returned to normal.