Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

“Dongjiangqing…” Nero looked at him with a pitiful expression.

"If you don't believe me, I'll find a chance to pull your ancestor down from the Throne of Heroes, and you'll understand," Tsurugi said, rolling her eyes.

“If you were just an ordinary citizen and believed in God this much, I wouldn’t argue with you. But you’re the emperor, and if you say you really believe in those Roman gods, I’ll slap you right now!”

"And I'm not slapping you because you're a believer, but because you believe in something completely useless!"

Not to mention that after the Age of Gods faded, all the gods gradually returned to the inner sea of ​​the star. Even during the Age of Gods, they were called by a different name!

The Roman gods are essentially aliases of the Greek gods who have lost their mechanical bodies. Of course, it makes no difference to these guys, but what's ridiculous is that they existed long after the Age of Gods had ended, so this belief system is completely flawed.

If worshipping gods actually works, then fine. But the truth is, unless you do something fancy like possessing a deity or something like beheading an emperor—something unique to the moon—it's all useless no matter how diverse your worship is!

"So you mean these madmen's gods are useful?" Nero pointed at Saint Peter, unconvinced.

Tsugumi looked at Nero with a strange gaze that made Nero feel uncomfortable all over.

"Although I hate to say it, from a pragmatist's perspective—that's how it is."

Although pigeons in this world are mostly useless, they still have a high status! The Roman gods, after losing their resources, relied on Gaia for support, while the Abrahamic pantheon...?

Pigeon: Shine my shoes!

Religious wars are a huge debate, and unfortunately, whether on the moon or in reality, the Abrahamic pantheon is the pinnacle of Winning Theory.

Putting aside other things, the Church of Christ possesses a considerable number of usable sacred relics; the Holy Grail alone ranks over 300th. Moreover, their baptismal chanting system, though they themselves don't acknowledge it, is the world's largest magical foundation, surpassing both Western magical foundations and Eastern thought-based systems.

The origins of magic, which is based on the beliefs of billions of people, are self-evident. Ironically, the foundation of modern Western magicians was also built by people from other countries.

So praying to pigeons on the moon really works! No matter what kind of monsters or demons the church may become later, if you are haunted by evil spirits, your first choice will always be the church.

However, all of this is merely Tsugumi's perspective as a pragmatist, and as for the doctrines... the modern church should go sit at the same table as magicians!

After speaking to Nero, he turned to Saint Peter and said without any politeness...

"As for you, old man, do you want to have a go at me?"

"How about we set up an altar and perform a ritual right here? I'll give you two streets, and you can name your price. We can each go up and call our men down to fight, and see who's the bigger shot, okay?"

St. Peter fell silent; all his words ultimately turned into a long, helpless sigh.

"You're right. Just tell me what you need."

What else can I say?

These apostles and popes, no matter how high their positions, were essentially outsourced. Of course, someone like Peter, after death, could be outsourced and then seek a position in Heaven.

Logically speaking, such a status in the human world is already high enough, but unfortunately, the person in front of me is a complete freak.

While they were still doing outsourcing, this guy had already gained the appreciation of the head office boss. He not only held important positions at head office but also at branch offices!

Even if you get promoted, your position might not be as high as theirs!

Even if St. Peter harbored resentment towards this powerful figure who was parachuted in from his direct superior, he could only obediently follow orders.

"Alright, then you can go and teach your lesson obediently!" Tsurugi said with a wave of his hand.

"You must spread the teachings of my brother, the Great Ye. I don't expect you to enlighten them, but at least I hope you can correct the bad habits of these Romans!"

"You at least need to tell them that ASS is for pooping, not for fucking!"

He paused, then added another blow.

"I know your church will also like this in the future, but damn it, you can't possibly start betraying your ancestors after only three generations, can you?"

Whether it was because Tsugumi's last sentence was too powerful, St. Peter swayed as he turned to leave.

"Why do you agree with these Christians so much!" Nero walked over and pinched Tsurugi's cheek, somewhat displeased.

"Could it be that you are actually one of their followers?"

"I wouldn't call myself a believer; I'm more like a contracted outsourced worker with a permanent job," Tsugumi said with a sigh, moving Nero's hand away.

"Forget it, there's no point in lecturing you with those grand principles; your brain can't process them anyway."

"What are you saying! I'm not stupid!"

“Good!” Tsurugi pulled out a Latin edition of John Howard Yoda’s *The Reign of Jesus* from somewhere and tossed it to Nero.

"Read this book before you talk to me!"

Nero looked at the massive book with a daunting expression; her artistic instincts told her that this was definitely not one of those pretty art and entertainment books that Tsugumi had brought out.

But spurred on by Tsurugi, Nero gritted his teeth and started gnawing on it.

—Very good, this will at least keep the emperor under control for at least half a month.

Tsugumi nodded in satisfaction, and then—

There's nothing important happening here anymore.

So now it's a big deal on the other side.

"Fuck those Romans!"

While Nero was helping him seize power and begin building a beautiful new Rome, the saint on this side reached a completely opposite conclusion.

The conclusion is that the Romans and their empire deserved to die!

As a saint, I'm going to fucking lend these people a hand!

Changing styles doesn't change anything, it's still all about killing! : 170. Saint Tsurugi: Have I become more merciful?

"Have I become more compassionate?"

Tsugumi looked at Hiel beside her and asked with a smile.

His smile was so harmonious and kind, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze—provided that his hands were not stained with so much blood, that there were not so many endless corpses crawling at his feet, and that there was no tribe burning fiercely in the flames beside him.

Hier remained silent; she felt completely numb.

Along her journey with Dongjiang, she witnessed only two instances of a saint's journey.

Slaughter and Liberation

He will liberate the enslaved and then let them slaughter those who enslaved them—men, women, young and old, innocent or not.

If these enslaved people do not act, or utter any shocking words such as "I am willing to be enslaved," then Tsurugi will laugh and kill them all.

He would say something like this: "It is the most deserving of death for a person to take pride in being a slave. Such a person will persuade others to become slaves with them, so they must be killed!"

His words and actions were completely unlike what a saint should be like!

But—Hier had to admit that, although she might have disapproved at first, over time she found herself unconsciously agreeing with the other party's actions.

Perhaps this is what this saint of extermination should be like.

The dubious legends circulating in the Church only mention the two destructions he brought upon Rome, but never record his similar massacres of other peoples.

While they were indeed enslaved by Rome, these Celts, Egyptians, Gauls, and Germans were certainly not clean either.

His unchanging moral compass would never tolerate such existence.

Tsurugi was not ignorant of objective conditions such as the relations of productive forces. When Hierre debated with him, he found that Tsurugi understood these principles very well, and even casually quoted more than Hierre knew.

According to him, this is the average level of authentication in their country.

He understands all of this, but he just doesn't want to pay attention to these theories.

Or perhaps the saint Tsurugi here once clearly told Hier that he was half Tsurugi, the other side of the Tsurugi she knew.

He said he was the good half, and the half that remained in Rome was evil.

A kind-hearted person would not tolerate any form of wrongdoing or oppression. An evil person might do something superfluous, but ultimately their goals will be the same.

The difference is that the evil one will use various means to seize the power of those slave owners and tyrants, let their slaves torture and kill him, and then turn these slaves into a demonic army that devours other tribes to spread this ideology.

He, on the other hand, would kill without hesitation or second thought.

And they will indiscriminately kill!

He was lazy in ordinary times, but when it came to eliminating evil, he was surprisingly diligent and motivated.

Just like the entire Nordic tribe that he is slaughtering now.

The reason they fought was simply because Hierel, who was out fetching water, was seen by a Viking barbarian. For the Norse barbarians of that era, Hierel, a delicate and beautiful modern girl, was a rare prey.

So he went to snatch Hierle—and predictably, she killed him instead.

The matter should have ended there, but Tsugumi found out and forcibly resurrected the Viking barbarian.

The power of resurrection even brought Jun's soul back into his body, and then Tsurugi quickly extracted information from him about the location of his tribe.

Then, ignoring his pleas and repentance, they forced him to come to his tribe.

And that's how it is.

He slaughtered this entire Norse barbarian tribe, sending these raiding Vikings to Odin's Valhalla.

Oh no, they definitely won't be able to come back.

After all, their souls were torn apart by the boundless holy light the moment they died, their spirits scattered and nothing left.

Only the soul that initially committed the sins collapsed under the accusations of betrayal from its tribal companions, and was sealed here in endless remorse and pain.

—'Even I sometimes crave that kind of wicked pleasure.'

The laugh that came from beneath the mask, which resembled a wicked smile, came from the split corner of the mouth.

"I don't see this as mercy..." Hiel said softly, looking at the souls that were endlessly wailing over the corpses of their people and families.

"Really? He almost kidnapped you and raped you," Tsurugi teased.

“I can handle it, but he is still a guilty man. They certainly deserve to die, but…”

Hierle couldn't really say what to say next, after all, she wasn't a saint.

Did these Vikings deserve to die? Undoubtedly, they did. Even Hierro would not have hesitated in their place.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that they found Gundam parts in their cellar that they had dried and used to make cured meat was enough for Hier to sentence them to death.

The only difference is that Tsuruga didn't notice this at all when he was doing it; he only discovered it incidentally after he finished—and then, without thinking, he added extra weight to the woman and child he was preparing to end things quickly.

"Are you really the kind side of me?" Hier asked, a question tinged with genuine curiosity and even doubt.

"You actually doubt me?" Tsugumi made an exaggerated expression, then burst into laughter.