The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

"Stay here!!!"

In an instant, the raging flames engulfed the man in the trench coat, and Victor's entire arm became charred and cracked due to the flames.

That was a powerful spell released using the physical body as a catalyst!

[Burning the body].

The excruciating pain did not lessen Victor's grip in the slightest; he gritted his teeth, his body drenched in cold sweat.

Even if it means death, we cannot let this guy catch up with the carriage!

The man in the trench coat felt no pain, so he didn't even flinch as flames licked his skin.

Finally, the man in the trench coat had his right ankle burned off by the flames!

He lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.

The man in the trench coat couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes. He looked at the convoy disappearing on the horizon, and then glanced at Victor, who was now covered in blood, behind him.

He tried to get up and give chase again, but with one leg burned off, he couldn't pick up any speed at all.

"Can't run fast..."

"If I can't keep up with the students... my mom will be angry."

The man in the trench coat stopped.

Then, he turned around and looked at Victor, who had already fainted on the ground not far away.

“Take him...back.”

"Mom... won't be angry."

The man in the trench coat walked up to Victor, hoisted him onto his shoulder, took one last look in the direction the convoy had disappeared, and then ran back towards the city of Mosgu.

Chapter 128 Change and Rebirth [No. 1 on the April New Book Chart, 5/7]

"Olina!"

"Your behavior is blasphemy against God!"

"We are both servants of God, so what right do you have to remove me from my position?!"

"God will not forgive you!"

"You will definitely be punished with lightning!!!"

Orina sat gracefully in the highest position in the cathedral, her long, beautiful legs encased in white stockings.

Her high heels swayed slightly, her hand gripped the supreme scepter, and she looked down at the older generation members being dragged away from the cathedral by the guards, her heart unmoved.

Most of them were key members of the Vatican who had served for decades, holding high positions and enjoying great prestige.

However, in Olina's eyes, they were nothing more than stumbling blocks on her path of reform.

Their furious roars and vicious curses, to Olina, were nothing more than adding another layer of desolation to their defeat.

"Lady Orina, I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

On one side, a young priest had a lot to say, but he hesitated because he was wary of Orina's forceful methods.

"If you don't know whether you should say it or not, then don't say it."

Orina didn't even glance at the young priest out of the corner of her eye.

She remained aloof, noble, and unapproachable.

This put the priest in a very awkward position.

He clearly intended to give himself a get-out-of-jail-free card, and then, like those loyal ministers in history books who dared to risk their lives to offer their advice, he would put forward his own opinions.

Even if they are punished, they can still have a good reputation.

Unexpectedly, before he could even finish speaking, Olina immediately retorted.

I feel a little unwell!

Orina lowered her shapely, high-raised legs, her flawless crystal high heels stepping back onto the ground with a clear, crisp sound.

She was ready to leave.

"Lady Olena!"

Seeing this, the young priest finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to risk his life and go all out!

"Lady Orina, I believe your actions are indeed unwise!"

"Less than a month has passed since the Scarlet Eyes incident. With so many members killed or wounded, this is the most turbulent time for the Church. We need to stabilize morale, comfort the wounded, and replenish our strength!"

"But at this very moment, you have removed a number of key figures from the Vatican!"

"I'm worried that doing this will cause considerable turmoil, and many people will hold a grudge against you, threatening your position..."

The young priest knelt on one knee, his head bowed low, not daring to look directly at Olina.

He speaks at an absurdly fast pace.

He was afraid that before he could finish speaking, Lady Olina would blast him away with a magic spell.

If we're going to take action, we should at least wait until he finishes speaking.

The group of members around him were all worried for the young man.

They knew Olina's personality all too well.

Extreme misogyny, and even more so, aversion to those who openly oppose him.

Goodness, this kid has both.

Several kind-hearted priests turned their faces away, unable to bear looking at him any longer.

Some people even secretly covered their faces with magic. In case Lady Olina blasted them with a spell, at least they wouldn't get splattered with blood.

Sure enough, Olina stopped in her tracks.

The supreme scepter slammed heavily onto the ground, making a resounding clang.

When the cathedral was built, sound reception and transmission were taken into consideration.

Therefore, from Olina's current location, every word she uttered and every sound she made could be perfectly transmitted and amplified through the countless intricate internal structures within the cathedral.

And that sound of the knocking was all the more shocking.

The sound traveled all the way to the entrance of the cathedral and echoed throughout the entire hall.

It seemed to strike a chord in everyone's heart.

Needless to say, the young priest was already drenched in sweat.

The hearts of the members around him trembled violently, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Orina remained in a posture as if about to leave, without looking at anyone...

Yet it also seemed as if it was addressed to everyone present.

"You should know how many members of the Church who betrayed their faith were uncovered in the Scarlet Eyes incident."

"There are three priests alone, and countless others."

"This shows that the vast majority of members in the Vatican are corrupt and their morale is low. This is especially true of those so-called older members who have held high positions for many years but have not played any positive role."

"They have long lost their faith; all they care about is immediate gain. They talk about doctrine, but their minds are full of scheming about their own dirty deeds."

“If we continue to let them run rampant, there will be even more parasites in the future.”

"At that time, a second Church of Immortality will appear."

Orina took a step and walked towards the door.

"Whether it's the Vatican or individuals, they're all the same."

“We need to rejuvenate. Let those with firm beliefs come to their rightful places. Let those who are not deserving of the title get out of the core of power.”

"And this process is bound to be accompanied by pain."

Accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of high heels and a scepter, Orina's words echoed softly at the doorway.

Like a brand, it is deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

"If you can't even tolerate this process..."

"Then the Church of Bysma is destined to be destroyed."

"Not now, but in the near future."

Only after Olina had completely left did everyone in the cathedral breathe a sigh of relief.

The two men helped the young priest up and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Brother, you're really brave!"

"Normally, even if you had a hundred lives, it wouldn't be enough for you to die!"

"I bet you're only alive because Lady Orina is in a good mood today!"

"Remember, there won't be a next time!"

The young priest felt a sudden unsteadiness beneath his feet, and all that remained in his heart was the lingering fear after the oppressive force dissipated.

Sure enough, everything in the books is a lie.

What utter nonsense about honest advice being hard to hear, what utter nonsense about dying for one's cause.

Having just escaped the brink of life and death, the young priest now understood a crucial truth.

Survival is the most important thing!

However, several female members on the side blushed slightly, imagining the posture of Lady Orina just now, and rubbed their legs tightly together.

"Lady Olina, you're so handsome..."

"I really want to be Lady Orina's dog..."

"I want to be severely scolded by Lady Orina... and then have my face stomped on... Ahhhhh!"

The young priest smiled bitterly to himself.