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

Even though he experienced hardships along the way, he gained more.

And all of this stems from the hope that Rowling left behind.

Rowling's ending is undoubtedly a tragedy.

But her life was not entirely miserable, there was always beauty in it.

Rowling fought to the death, but what she got in return was not a meaningless tragedy, but a fairy tale.

His encounter with Alice was the beginning of a fairy tale, and their ending was definitely not predetermined.

The flames of our predecessors may die out, but the fire will always be passed on.

"Everything you do is not meaningless."

"Whether it's me or Alice, let's make the ending you want come true."

Roy took the initiative to cut off the communication of souls and gradually dissipated.

At some point, Rowling's eyes became moist, but she was not depressed. Instead, she smiled widely and held her chest.

She has fallen, but as a remnant soul she cannot give them much.

Only blessings.

Only at the end of life, there is still hope of not giving up.

"My children, I sincerely wish you a fairytale ending."

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[Divine Art: Heaven's Moment].

The terrifying blow that was dealt in the Saint Trial slowly fell as the gate to heaven opened above the sky.

Alice suddenly realized: "At that time, it turned out to be you..."

"Yes, I wanted to capture you then. However, your obsession with the false king's blood forced you to unleash the power of the Angel."

"What a blasphemous way of using it." The Pope's expression showed neither joy nor sorrow, only a coldness. "Lady Saint, I will have no choice but to start from the beginning to purify your already filthy soul."

The golden holy light falling from the gate of heaven was like a sweeping ocean and a roaring fire, accompanied by layers of sacred magic arrays that covered the sky and the sun. The mark of judgment from the goddess fell.

Chapter 130: The Fairy Tale of Iris

Alice stood up resolutely, raised her sword fiercely, and set off a layer of blazing white sword light.

However, no matter how she drove the [Seraph], the limit she could reach was only the threshold of Sequence 4.

This is Alice's limit.

This has already exceeded the limit of all supernatural abilities in this world, but it is still unable to cross the gap between the supernatural and the mythical.

The invincible Paladin is as small as a speck of dust before the might of the goddess.

After just one confrontation, she couldn't even hold the sword steadily.

Until, a pair of bloody, yet warm and powerful hands came over firmly, becoming the strongest backing and helping her hold the sword firmly.

"Ok?"

The Pope was slightly startled, with ripples in his eyes.

But when he realized that Roy's aura was still only Sequence 6, and that he did not exude a powerful aura like Bahamut, the momentary ripple disappeared.

"madness."

"I will spare the Saint's life while completely putting an end to you!"

Ignoring the threat from above, Roy supported the girl's fragile body with all his strength.

Alice glanced back, initially with surprise, then with bitterness: "Master, I already..."

"You can't beat him, and neither can I."

"But what if we join forces?"

"Master?" Alice was stunned.

"I believe you."

'Evil Young Roy' and the blood of the false king, the tragic endings that had long been destined for them once made Roy extremely hateful.

What made him even more terrified was the existence of the protagonist of the original work, the Holy Maiden of Destiny, named Alice.

But the shackles of fate are not unbreakable, and the trajectory of destiny cannot be changed.

Alice is the best proof of this.

Before she became the protagonist of the original work, the Saint of Destiny, the saint chosen by the Holy Light, she was just an ordinary girl.

A girl of your own.

With the strength of two mid-level people, challenging the supremely powerful Pope, in the past, Roy would have been scared crazy.

But at this moment, he was unexpectedly calm.

Be it the blood of the false king or the holy blood of an angel, even if the cursed bloodline has already planned the most tragic ending, so what?

There is no need to hate or be afraid. As I walk along with Alice, I feel more warmth like the morning light.

Since their fate, cursed by blood, had already been stained with the beauty of irises, why couldn't the final outcome be changed?!

Roy stared into the eyes that were gradually turning crystal clear: "Do you believe me?"

When I first met Roy, I was always filled with uneasiness.

Trapped in the long night of solitude, a ray of sunshine that is too beautiful is hard to believe.

But it's all true.

Roy left her with only good things, awakening the long-forgotten hope deep in her heart.

Alice believed in him because he gave her so much, illuminated her world, and she never wanted to lose him again.

Even if that light is ultimately fleeting, she is willing to give everything for it.

No matter what fate takes, it is only natural to walk with it to the end.

Alice replied as if it was a matter of course, "I believe you, too."

Roy smiled softly when he heard this.

Alice's eyes are always so pure.

Pure emotion is the source of the power of [Angels].

In this case, let him take this power to the next level.

The blood of the false king brings not only a tragic fate, but also the power to change fate.

【Blood resonance】.

At this moment, Roy immersed himself in his thoughts and tried his best to activate this bloodline that had brought him countless misfortunes and sufferings.

Supporting her chest with her back, clenching her palms, and breathing out her almost dry but still hot breath, Alice's blood unconsciously rhythmically joined with Roy's blood, singing joyfully, as if they were no longer separate.

The resonance of blood, the trembling of the soul, and even the fact that she was fighting just for Roy were enough to make Alice's blood boil.

The pure white wings spread out again, the blazing white holy light burned fiercely, the extraordinary power rose steadily, expanded to the limit, and finally bloomed again.

Alice's eyes burned with a fiery white light. She shouted coldly and raised her sword forcefully, forcibly pushing back the torrent of light that was falling from the grace of heaven.

"Seraph?! But, how is it possible...?!"

"What did you do to her? Why would an angel ignore our prayers and rebel against the goddess?!"

The Pope, no longer calm, was shocked and angry, and came roaring and questioning.

Roy simply raised his eyebrows and sneered at the hypocrite who couldn't understand love: "Didn't I tell you that?"

"This is called pure love!"

The [Blood Resonance] of the [False King], the [Seraph] of the [Angel], and Alice's inseparable and wholehearted obsession with Roy, at this moment, with the most insignificant emotions of mortals, surpass the divinity above the extraordinary!

Nothing can inspire the power of the [Angel] more than pure emotion. The fact that she is standing shoulder to shoulder with the boy even surpasses the [Blood Resonance] and [Seraphim], turning into the most powerful firewood, igniting the fire of hope in the girl's heart, and even igniting the blood of the [Angel]!

Sequence 4, above the extraordinary, one man can form an army.

The beginning of the myth, the second coming of the angel.

But this time, he is not a puppet of the goddess, nor a so-called savior, but a Seraph who wields the sword only for his beloved, belongs to only one person, and only for one person.

Roy supported his angel and held high the sword of light.

Alice relied on everything she had, ignited a blazing white flame, and slashed it down with one sword.

[Fire of the Sky].

The blazing white sword light shot straight into the sky, and the second gate to heaven slowly opened.

The sword that once killed the leader of the School of the Undead with a single blow, a full-strength blow that was enough to earn him canonization, the ultimate sword of the Killing Angel, fell here.

The Pope shouted silently, also exerting all his strength.

The sword of the Seraph collided head-on with the judgment of the Goddess, and the aftermath of the holy light shook the world in a circular manner.

The light is bright and white, and the sword opens the kingdom of heaven.

Golden holy light spread, coming from heaven.

In an instant, the entire sky was dyed gold and white and split into two.

A terrifying wave, more dazzling than the Dragon King's roar, completely tore the entire sky apart.

The entire White Harbor was alarmed, causing countless believers of the Holy Light who were unaware of the truth to kneel down and pray, begging the goddess to calm down.

However, above the sky, the goddess' judgment had already ended.

The layers of magic arrays were shattered from top to bottom by the sword light, and the gate of heaven belonging to the Pope collapsed, becoming illusory and disappearing into thin air.

Bathed in the blazing white flames, Sang's body gradually turned into ashes.

Looking at the false king and the angel leaning against each other under the flames, the Pope raised his hand in anger.

But no matter how terrifying the power of the main body in the East Continent is, Sang, who serves as the carrier, has reached his limit.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Sang's body split in two and could never be healed again. It was completely devoured by the blazing white that burned the sky, leaving no ashes behind.

After a long time, the flames gradually dimmed, and only the pure white wings fluttered in the wind.

When the shocking extraordinary fluctuations finally subsided, Charlotte and others hurried to the center of the canyon.

The canyon had long been razed to the ground and no longer existed. It was deeply sunken, and even the surrounding hills had been completely shattered, leaving no trace of its original appearance.

Such a horrific scene made Charlotte and the others feel depressed, and everyone looked unhappy.

They followed the fluttering wings to the end of the breeze and finally found the two figures in the center of the battlefield.

The worries disappeared without a trace, replaced by a helpless yet relieved smile.

Feathers fluttered in the air, holy light sprinkled down, and the faint morning light dyed the scene before their eyes with a holy and dreamy color.

The boy and girl snuggled up to each other and fell asleep in the embrace of the morning light. It was so beautiful that it seemed like a fairy tale that even the gods could not bear to break.

Chapter 131: Residual Erosion

It was a long, uneasy day in White Harbor.

The mysterious fog surrounding the entire church, the terrifying movement that destroyed the entire port, and the blazing white sky and the Gate of Heaven that could be seen in the city all made the residents of White Harbor panic.

Fortunately, Saint Alice and Archbishop Simon came on stage early the next morning to explain all the unusual events of yesterday.

"The evil cultists are incorrigible and are even attempting to once again target the Saint, endangering the people! But don't worry, everyone. Under the leadership of the Saint, the brave Knights of White Harbor have already nipped the danger in the bud. Yesterday's Gate to Heaven was a sign of approval from the Goddess!"

"Also, there's another piece of good news. The Saint's Guard, Roy Ironblad, has received the Goddess's grace, survived the calamity, and returned safely. From now on, he will faithfully perform his duties and continue to serve the Saint!"

Archbishop Simon praised the performance of Saint Alice and the Knights of White Harbor.

In fact, although the commotion last night was terrible, it did not affect the city.

Coupled with the news of Roy's return, the uneasy atmosphere was instantly diluted by joy.

Compared with Simon's preaching, Alice's words are simple and even perfunctory, as if they were forced upon her.