Do you all know the future?

Chapter 132 Under the War of Gods
If nothing unexpected happens, the head maid will be able to break through the cathedral.

Drummond could swear that he had never seen such a ferocious demigod. This was what it meant to cut melons and vegetables; any demigod in front of her would not survive a single round.

Drummond was terrified, truly terrified. His numerical advantage was utterly useless against the head maid.

The opponent's laws seemed to possess the power to cut and absorb, and the Holy Lance Valentin was indestructible; the demigods' defenses were as fragile as paper.

At this moment, Drummond understood why the moon goddess and the god of life had set up such a grand display; it was too fierce, far too fierce.

Drummond was starting to feel a sense of retreat, as if he had done something wrong today. He thought victory was in the bag, but now he felt like he was facing a disadvantage.

A beam of crimson moonlight descended, halting the death of the demigod; the moon goddess descended.

They stopped the head maid who was wreaking havoc, but that was all they did.

In the clash of laws, it was clear that the Moon Goddess was not as powerful as the New God, and was in a position of retreat.

The demigods were like expendable resources, and they began to die again. As their aura diminished, the mortals inside the cathedral felt a deep sense of dread.

If demigods, high above all, die so easily, what about those of us who can't even be compared to gods? Wouldn't we die even faster? A sense of fragility and powerlessness welled up in my heart.

The demigod Sera and Holy Bishop Ortega both felt a pang of sympathy; they stood together.
"This is outrageous. When I first heard that the Moon Goddess, who was a lesser god, couldn't defeat the new god, I thought it was because the new god used some kind of conspiracy. Now it seems that the new god is too strong."

Holy Bishop Ortega sensed the passing of yet another demigod and was as frightened as a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. Fortunately, the head maid did not attack him while he was wavering, otherwise he might not have survived.

"It is indeed too powerful. I didn't realize it was a divine descent until I fought with the Moon Goddess and the power of the laws overflowed."

Sera sensed the power of the law and couldn't help but marvel at how strong it was, and how well it was hidden. She had come all the way with the head maid and hadn't sensed the head maid's strength, only thinking that she was an ordinary demigod.

So who schemed against whom?

It was initially thought that the Moon Goddess had plotted against the New Gods and set an ambush, but judging from the current casualties on both sides, it seems that the New Gods have the upper hand again.

"How could others know the schemes between gods? Before coming here, I only thought it was to prevent Drummond from séance."

Holy Bishop Ortega said awkwardly that he had no idea there would be such a big event today, and that he was trying to smooth things over before he was invited.

"Me too! I was wondering why they were having some kind of spirit-summoning ceremony and why I was being asked to oversee it. I never expected it to turn out like this!"

Sera was furious, completely unaware of all the events to come, but the head maid seemed to know beforehand, making it appear as if she was the only one who knew nothing.

"The Moon Goddess and the God of Life must have more tricks up their sleeves. The fact that they made such a big show of it couldn't just be to regain the face they lost last time. There must be something more profound behind it."

After surveying the situation, Ortega understood that the divine war had spread to the material world. He lamented the absence of his god, thinking that if the Storm Goddess were here, the divine war would never have broken out in Tudor.

"The deeper meaning is nothing more than for Prince An. There is only the Moon Goddess, not the God of Life. Holy Blood is truly a sinful spirit!"

Sera, having been a queen, possessed a higher level of political awareness and saw through the true nature of the conspiracy at a glance; the core of this plot was Diane.

Everyone feared the future achievements of the Holy Blood, and they either wanted to hold onto it or destroy it themselves. The Moon Goddess and the God of Life, who had a grudge against Diane, were naturally the most eager to participate.

This scene is a privilege reserved for those with holy blood; otherwise, why would the material world mobilize so many demigods?

"Prince An? I don't understand either. Why doesn't the new god bring him back to the divine realm!"

Ortega sighed. "How could anyone, whether god or man, resist such temptation when it's displayed like this?"

"So no one knows who tricked whom. This battle is too complicated. Perhaps we won't be able to see the whole picture even in the post-mortem analysis."

Sera was also quite troubled. It seemed that the moon god and the god of life had succeeded in their conspiracy, but in reality, the moon god and the god of life were almost killed.

"Let's focus on the core issue. The God of Life hasn't returned to help yet, which means Prince An is temporarily safe. The New God's side has a backup plan, and the God of Life has been tied down."

As if enlightened, Holy Bishop Ortega immediately realized that this situation was a huge advantage for the new gods. The fact that the God of Life had not come to their aid meant that Diane was still alive and safe and had not been controlled by the Moon God or the God of Life.

"That's right, so shouldn't we..."

The scales were beginning to tip, and Sera was also having some thoughts. Should she just stand by and wait and see? Would she face retribution after the war?

"what do you mean?"

Holy Bishop Ortega thought more deeply. Without their chief god, they were like duckweed adrift. If they did nothing or chose the wrong side in this situation, it would be fatal for the entire church.

"We can't just stand here forever."

Sera was biased towards Diane, who was a Tudor prince. If it weren't for the overwhelming power of the Moon Goddess's side intimidating her, Sera would definitely have fought alongside the head maid.

There's nothing wrong with standing like this!

Holy Bishop Ortega, however, was somewhat hesitant. He was an asset of the guardian deity, and the current situation was still precarious. If the God of Life were to suddenly return, and fight two against one, with the help of many demigods, the head maid might not fare well.

"Is that so? Then I have nothing to say. Prince An is a prince of Tudor, but for your church, sacrificing the Descent of the Holy Spirit is not taking sides. The Holy Spirit's mother and Prince An are still closely connected. Aren't you sure you won't be misunderstood after Prince An's victory?"

Sera gazed at the blood flowing in the sky—the blood of vampires, the remnants of demigods who were killed before they could even finish uttering their names.

"What misunderstanding? We didn't help the Moon Goddess or the God of Life!"

Ortega frowned. Sera's description was tantamount to making them bear original sin, and he hadn't helped the god of life and the moon goddess.

"Really not? Isn't Bishop St. Drummond a member of the Breeze Church? What the New God sees is that the Breeze Church is colluding with the Moon Goddess and the God of Life."

Sera hit the nail on the head: the Breeze Church had already made a grave mistake, and without strong action to wash away its shame, the victorious new god would not be lenient.

"Make your move. Are you going to wait for the new gods to fight to the end before dealing with the traitor?"

Sera had long disliked Holy Bishop Drummond, and now that she had the chance, she quickly took control of him.

Holy Bishop Drummond was in the courtyard; he hadn't participated in the attack on the head maid, otherwise he would be dead. "Boom..."

The breeze transformed into blades, hurtling straight at Holy Bishop Drummond. As if warned, Holy Bishop Drummond dodged with a spell.

"Ortega, what are you doing?"

Drummond shouted angrily, "Ortega's attack is aimed at killing me!"

"Slay the apostate, Drummond, prepare to die..."

One attack failed, and Ortega felt regret, having missed the best opportunity to kill Drummond.

However, with Sera's help, an ice pillar blocked the skylight, preventing Drummond from escaping.

Without another word, Ortega waved one hand forward and chanted an ancient prayer.

In an instant, the air in front of him was torn apart, and thousands of tiny wind blades, sharper than razors, appeared out of thin air, converging into a pale blue torrent that emitted a sharp whistling sound and swept towards Drummond.

Almost at the same moment, Sera, who was standing next to Ortega, also made her move, her icy blue eyes filled with nothing but cold killing intent.

His fingers formed a spell in the air, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed, turning into countless cold chains that wrapped around Drummond's limbs from all directions. A thick layer of frost spread out, attempting to freeze all his movements.

"Ortega, you didn't dare to make a move just now, but now you do. Is it because you see the situation is not right and want to curry favor with the new god?"

Holy Bishop Drummond, being such a shrewd man, saw almost immediately that Ortega and Serra were considering defecting when things went wrong.

Crimson light surged from his body, coalescing into a huge, semi-transparent circular shield in front of him.

The torrent of wind blades crashed violently against the crimson moonlight shield, but instead of a deafening clang of metal clashing, it produced a dull sound like leather being beaten.

The moment those violent wind blades came into contact with the crimson light, it was as if an invisible force smoothed out their sharp edges, causing them to lose all their sharpness and vanish into nothingness.

At the same time, the incoming frost chains were easily entangled and shredded by the emerald green vines growing from the surrounding walls when they came within three feet of Drummond, turning into countless ice crystals.

The bishops below stepped aside, leaving the stage to the demigods. Attacks imbued with laws seemed unremarkable, but to those of them who were not subject to laws, they were poison.

Those at the angelic level can barely withstand it, but mortals shouldn't even think about it; staying far away is the best option.

"You couldn't make a move just now because someone was protecting you. Now it's just a matter of eliminating a traitor."

Drummond clearly benefited from the Moon Goddess and the God of Life, but compared to the head maid who slaughtered everyone, Drummond was far inferior, merely an ordinary demigod.

Sera snorted coldly, clasped her hands together, and crystal-clear ice mirrors emerged from the surrounding walls, forming a complex and dazzling maze, while freezing the dancing vines, intending to trap Drummond.

"Bishop Ortega! Now! Quickly!"

Sera's voice echoed within the Ice Mirror Realm, seemingly coming from all directions, making it difficult to discern its true location. Ortega understood immediately, took a deep breath, and raised the Law to its limit.

"Storm Roars!"

Holy Bishop Ortega raised the emblem in his hand, and a visible, rapidly spinning blue vortex formed in his palm.

He slammed it forward, and the small storm was instantly refracted, accelerated, and split by countless mirrors the moment it entered the ice mirror domain.

In an instant, the entire Ice Mirror Maze was filled with hundreds and thousands of violent whirlwinds, chaotic yet orderly.

They pounced on Drummond from every angle, and the crimson moonlight shield finally began to shake violently under such a ferocious all-around attack, with ripples spreading across its surface as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Crimson moonlight and rich green life energy erupted simultaneously from Drummond's body. His robes billowed with divine power, and mysterious crimson patterns and emerald green leaf veins appeared on his skin. The moonlight shield that was originally teetering on the brink of collapse became sturdy, barely withstanding the combined attack of the two demigods.

Drummond now feels some regret. He was too excited at the time and didn't think that he could get the moon goddess and the god of life to plot together. The enemy they were dealing with was not so simple.

In the struggle against the laws, Drummond felt strained, and now, with no one paying attention to him in the divine war taking place in the heavens, he was essentially isolated and helpless.

Even with the benefits he received from the Moon Goddess and the God of Life, he still felt immense pressure facing the two demigods. He desperately racked his brains for a way to survive, determined to find a breakthrough, a way to make the two demigods stop.

Drummond's power surged at a visible rate, and the solidified moonlight shield expanded outward, crushing all the small storms raging around him.

Having exhausted all his strength to escape, his laws were nearly depleted. If he were to continue fighting, he would have no choice but to surrender.

But he had found a breakthrough. Drummond grabbed a tree branch and infused it with the final power of the law, causing vines to sprout from the ground of the cathedral.

"Don't move, or I can't guarantee the safety of the Saintess and Lady Eve!"

The vines climbed over all the believers, growing at the feet of Lotina and Mrs. Eve, who had just been reunited, forming a cage that imprisoned the mother and daughter.

"You think you can threaten us like this?"

Wind blades swirled around Ortega. The saintess was important, but not so important that a demigod couldn't be killed. Moreover, the threat to her person was the lowest in the eyes of these powerful figures, and no one would hesitate to act because of her.

"It's not a threat, it's just to give us a breather and a temporary truce. After all, our fate is determined by the divine war outside. You attacked me to curry favor with Prince An, and in doing so, you killed Prince An's lover. Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

Drummond's aged face revealed a hypocritical smile. He thought, "I'll live for as long as I can, and I'll stall for time. If there's still a chance, then the Moon Goddess hasn't lost yet, has she?"
As expected, both Sera and Holy Bishop Ortega stopped moving and exchanged a brief glance, seemingly confirming the above.

One second Drummond felt he had the situation under control, but the next he was both shocked and furious.

"Lady Margaret, the Moon Goddess is preparing to use the Shield of Radiance against you. Be careful!"

A female voice rang out, exposing the moon goddess's conspiracy, and Drummond cursed inwardly.

Although he didn't know what the Moon Goddess intended to do with the Shield of Radiance, it was clear that having been warned made things more difficult.

(End of this chapter)