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

"Don't underestimate our determination to save the world! When it comes to the future of the world, how could that Lord really just sit back and watch?!"

Sensing the familiar breath and realizing that the murderer who killed her sister was right here, Theresa wanted to end it right then and there.

However, her body also reached its limit, and she collapsed to the ground after taking just one step.

Above the dust light.

The Child of Light, whose nest had been usurped, smiled and declared to Alice mercilessly, "It's over."

"It's time to get destiny back on track."

Chapter 127 You Don't Understand Love

Gentle facial features and luxurious holy robes.

Sang, the [Son of Light] who was born under the Holy Light.

However, those eyes glowed with a boundless holy gold, emitting a sense of oppression that had never been there before.

Sequence 4, not a projection, but the real Sequence 4!

Roy asserted, "You are not a [Son of Light]."

"That's right." The other party did not refute, but nodded slightly.

It was a seemingly ordinary action, yet it subtly revealed the arrogance of a superior: "My name is Saint Osiris—but you should be more familiar with the title of Pope."

The ruler of the Holy Light Church, who is said to be as famous as the Sage, or even better, and is the person closest to the throne of God.

The Pope, who has reached a high level since the Third Era and has ruled the Eastern Continent for hundreds of years, is below the demigods but above the immortals.

A terrifying existence that has reached the pinnacle of both the extraordinary path and worldly power.

There is no doubt that the other party is not the real person, but appears with the help of Sang's body.

But even so, the terrifying aura caused the air to freeze, no less than that of the Seraphim just now.

Maybe even stronger.

For Alice, such a big shot actually showed up in person...

The Pope suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Honestly, your will is amazing."

He revealed a look of reminiscence, as if lost in a tide of memories: "Since the Third Era, apart from those who have reached the higher levels, you are the first person who has encountered me and yet attempted to resist."

"Respectable, but also ridiculous."

"Roy Ironblad, we are not enemies."

The Pope slowly walked through the broken canyon and explained, "Angels carry the destiny of saving the world. The reason I want her is simply to save the world."

"Your feelings for her are nothing more than a momentary impulse, desecrating a noble angel."

Roy squeezed Alice's hand and sneered, "I prefer to call it pure love."

The Pope raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled: "Love?"

"Pure love, what a nice word."

"But is your love really pure enough?"

"The love of a master for her maid, the love of a guard for a saint, the love of a man for a woman, in the final analysis it is nothing more than love for the individual." He shook his head and couldn't help laughing.

"But have you ever thought about the millions of other people in this world? Have you ever thought about loving them?"

"The world is facing a huge crisis, and you want to sacrifice the entire world for one person?"

"How can the love of one's own selfish desires compare to the great love that embraces the whole world?!"

The Pope shouted loudly, and the holy light behind him surged and turned into a cloud of light.

It was as if the goddess was angry and punished for this, unwilling to acknowledge such vulgar and petty love.

However, Roy looked at him indifferently, but suddenly sighed.

"I believe it now. You really aren't trying to save the world."

The Pope was stunned, as if he couldn't understand.

"To talk about the world so casually proves that you don't understand love at all."

If you can't even love one person, how can you talk about loving the world?

There was no pain, no guilt, everything he said was so natural.

Perhaps there was still a lack of conclusive evidence, but deep down Roy could no longer believe that someone who could sacrifice themselves for love without hesitation could have such noble "love".

Roy did not deny that there would be "saviors" who would sacrifice the minority for a great cause and save the majority, but that kind of person would never be someone who despised the love of others and could not even understand love itself.

Facing the suffocating and terrifying pressure, the black-haired boy sneered indifferently: "If you think I'm ridiculous, then laugh all you want. In my opinion, you are more pathetic because you have never loved others and have never been loved by others."

The atmosphere has changed.

The holy light clouds began to boil, and the stagnant wind began to roar.

The golden light almost burned, as if symbolizing the wrath of the gods.

All smiles disappeared from Sang's face, leaving only coldness.

"Since you are so stubborn and refuse to repent, I have no choice but to bring down divine punishment on you."

"Let your death cleanse the saint's filth and put her fate back on track."

The next moment, green wings of light spread out behind Sang.

A green holy light array suddenly appeared, and a vast army of light rushed over.

[Angels] are in charge of fiction and summoning.

[Divine Art: Army of Light], what is condensed is not weapons or monsters, but the Knights Templar who have been invincible in the Eastern Continent for hundreds of years!

Arrows rained down and white horses neighed as they charged.

The knights, clad in heavy armor and wielding spears and swords, launched their offensive fearlessly, like a torrent of light pouring out of their nest.

Roy was about to stand up and draw his sword, but he immediately spat out a large amount of blood and his face turned as pale as snow.

"Owner?!"

"I, I'm fine..."

He was badly injured.

For just a short moment, [Angel's Embrace] saved his life.

The erosion of the holy light in his body has not been completely erased, and the protection of the gods has been suppressed. Roy is not in a state to fight at all.

"Don't worry, Alice will protect you."

Wings of light spread.

Alice held Roy with one hand and drew her sword with the other, turning it into a straight line and slashing out [Blade Storm].

The blazing white reappeared, like an arrow piercing the clouds, piercing through the knights' army with precision and sharpness.

The sword roared and tore apart everything in its path. Even the bravest knight of light was swallowed up in an instant and ruthlessly chopped into pieces.

A Sequence 5 [Angel], with the power of the [Seraphim], is strong enough to approach the threshold of Sequence 4.

But Alice's condition was not good either.

Within a few seconds, Alice's body froze in mid-air and her breath dropped sharply.

Alice is only Sequence 5 now, and the power she can mobilize is extremely limited. The previous battle with Roy consumed too much extraordinary power, and she has also reached her limit.

The Pope did not miss this opportunity. His wings turned dark blue and he chanted the second divine spell.

[Cherubim] is in charge of barriers and spells.

[Divine Art: Sea of ​​Nebulae].

Unlike the defensive barrier, what is condensed at this moment is an offensive barrier.

The huge magic of the meteor shower was imprisoned, which once required hundreds of low-level priests to chant together, and once destroyed the anti-army spell of the demon clan in one blow.

Above the sky, a brilliant meteor shower fell with great force, tearing apart the atmosphere and bringing equal destruction to everything in the world.

Even if Simon Uriel, who was of the Cherubim bloodline, took action personally, it would only be this bad.

In the saturated coverage, Alice has no escape.

Roy had no choice but to grit his teeth, draw his sword, and attack with all his strength.

[Consume 1 Fate Reversal Point to project the Blade of the Former King! ]

The Dragon King roared.

The Dragon Slaying Sword Balmung has reappeared in the world, and along with the sword comes the terrifying mark of Bahamut's blood, which was passed down from the slash that killed the Evil Dragon Fafner.

[Pseudo Dragon Breath·Sky].

Dark golden sword light surged upstream, shredding the densely packed nebula. Countless meteorites were severed in half, devoured and shattered by the terrifying force. For a moment, a roar erupted alongside the dark golden breath.

It was as if two skies collided with each other.

The vast and extraordinary aftermath completely razed the already dilapidated ruins to the ground, and even swallowed up the remaining Legion of Light.

Charlotte and others who were thousands of meters away had to flee quickly to avoid being involved.

At this moment, even the Pope was blown back by the strong wind, and his face froze in fear at this astonishing sword that was powerful enough to slay a dragon.

"It's actually Bahamut..."

Chapter 128 Her Ending

The master of the sky could not possibly lose to a mere meteor shower, but the boy had reached his limit.

The boiling dragon blood tore through his blood vessels. Roy, whose injuries had not yet healed, could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

"host......!"

On the other side, Alice also collapsed, her breath became weaker and weaker, even breathing was difficult, and the wings behind her gradually became illusory.

Worst of all, her eyes were once again tinted with cold crystal.

The goddess' holy light was only suppressed by her, but not completely dissipated.

Overdriving the power of the Seraph will only make the goddess deep in the soul restless again and try to regain control of the body.

"That's a terrible guy. As far as I know, all the false kings who tried to control the power of the Dragon King died in a very ugly way..." The Pope couldn't help but sigh.

Sang's body began to disintegrate.

Even with the blessing of rituals, or even the assistance of other consumables, a mid-level transcendent would find it difficult to withstand high-level power like the [Pseudo-King].

Attack with all your strength, and hit two or three times at most.

However, even so, his condition was far better than that of the seriously injured Roy and Alice who was eroded by the power of the goddess.

"Heh, if it's you, maybe you can really end the fate of the [False King]."

The Pope casually raised his hand and called upon the divine soldiers.

[Holy Sword·Twilight].

The holy sword that Levi had been longing for suddenly burst into terrifying power in the hands of the Pope.

The Holy White's twilight sword energy was also dyed golden by the Pope.

The [False King] should not be underestimated, and Roy has almost used this power to the extreme.

The Pope did not dare to be careless because of Roy's decline. He even concentrated all his strength on this sword, vowing to completely eliminate this variable that disrupted his fate.

"What a shame! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for trying to touch the saint and defile the holy blood of the angel."

"This is the end for you."

"farewell."

Brilliant golden wings spread out behind the Pope. They did not come from any [angel], but from the purest golden holy light of the Goddess, which was no different from divine power.

The holy sword fell, and dusk fell.

Above the sky, the supreme illusory door slowly opened.