After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Not to mention, the divine power that the God of Light stole came from Lalumia!

Lalumia could corrupt its own divine power with the ease of someone deliberately creating a disastrous meal in their own kitchen. Moreover, due to its "light" nature, Lalumia's "corruption" would only manifest itself once the target absorbed it...

"In other words, all I need to do is secretly [put something on something] for Cecilia when she's normally gaining faith—the only problem is, I don't know when Constantine will try to absorb divine power again. Perhaps it will be when the Roman Empire suffers another major blow, giving him an opportunity, or perhaps it will be when he hits a bottleneck..."

In short, this "poison" will last until the day he possesses someone or absorbs faith, and I assure you, even Cecilia herself doesn't know what will happen... So what are your thoughts? Please share them.

Lord Lalumia's smile caused everyone to exchange glances several times.

After a moment, Theresa nodded in satisfaction first: this was what she wanted. It wouldn't give Cecilia another chance, nor would it mean killing this foolish girl who wasn't truly deserving of death. Everyone got what they wanted; it was good.

Fen shrugged in dissatisfaction: this wasn't what she expected. But thinking about it, she figured she might as well talk to Yang Hao tonight and let it go. Since her man didn't want to go to such extremes, then so be it.

What about Elena?

As a synthetic doll, Elena was always indifferent—she was happy to have learned more about Yang Hao's inner qualities, but on the other hand, she felt very unhappy that her proposal had been rejected...

...Should I take some time today to go for a walk and have a heart-to-heart talk with Yang Hao? The little doll muttered to itself, and just then, Yang Hao also agreed to Lalumia's plan:

"That's settled then. But the detailed plan—"

"It's alright, it's alright. Everyone's tired too. I'll explain the details to you later when I have time."

"Oh...that's all for today—meeting adjourned."

The first tripartite conference of the United Nations ended under rather strange circumstances.

The plan to kill the god was confirmed, the subsequent development plan was confirmed, the mutual benefit among the three countries was confirmed, and the fate of the Roman Empire was also confirmed.

Everyone carried out their domestic plans according to their own schedules. Shortly after leaving the meeting room, while working in her office, Theresa noticed Finn slumped over her desk, seemingly doing nothing. Suddenly, her expression changed.

"No?! Why didn't I notice anything wrong just now?! Why did Lalumia have to go with Yang Hao alone to discuss important matters, instead of discussing them with all of us?!"

"Huh? Is there a problem?"

Finn looked up, seemingly bewildered—seeing Finn like this, and recalling Finn's once sensitive image, Teresa realized what had happened and her face turned green.

She screamed and used her divine magic to completely dispel the inexplicable divine power remaining on Finn's body. Then, the trembling little nun angrily launched into a tirade against the deity she worshipped:

"You, Lalumia?! I'd like to see what you really want to say to our man alone! Humph!"

Leaving aside the little nun's angry outburst, Finn's bewilderment, and Narudya and Natalia's peaceful handling of the child's upbringing.

After being led to the lounge by Lalumia to rest for a while, His Majesty Yang Hao was once again held in the arms of the gentle goddess mother.

He's getting more and more used to being embraced by this deity lately—to put it bluntly, Lalumia is similar to the kind of "mother" figure he's associated with... perhaps because her concept is one of sunshine and positivity? Or is that just Lalumia's personality?

In general, this man, who had been bearing the burden of life alone for a very long time, did not resist a mother's embrace—it reminded him of the woman who was incredibly tall in his eyes when he was a child, the woman he could never see again in this world.

"I wonder if Mother is doing well on Earth?" The Regent pondered these thoughts in Lord Lalumia's embrace. Just then, Lalumia stroked his forehead and sighed.

"Although I said I could poison someone's faith... in the end, if Constantine chooses to take a different approach, like a young man and woman going to bed together for the first time through the back door instead of the front door... then my poisoning would be meaningless, wouldn't it, kid?"

“I know. After all, every tactic has its own suitability—a head-on confrontation is suitable for fighting reckless or weak people, but not for fighting treacherous villains... I understand these principles very well, Lalumia.”

Yang Hao lay in Lord Lalumia's arms, muttering to himself. Lalumia was pleased with the understanding child, but also felt helpless about his exhaustion.

She stroked Yang Hao's cheek and eyebrows. The delicate touch of her slender hand, clad in a white silk glove, made Yang Hao even more drowsy.

"...In that case, child, you should just get some rest—leave the professional matters to the professionals. After all, no one here knows these things better than me, okay?"

"Um..."

"Go to sleep, child. Get some rest—you must be tired from today's meetings."

"Um..."

Yang Hao obediently closed his eyes at Lalumia's soft calls. Soon after, the man's deep snores began to echo in the small lounge.

Lalumia smiled as she watched the man in her arms fall into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, she also sensed her other child angrily rushing towards them...

The wicked deity chose to carve a bright red sign outside the door—Lalumia really had no intention of stopping Theresa from barging in, but Theresa should still think about it.

That message, "He's already asleep, please do not disturb,"... No matter what, Teresa, considering Yang Hao's health, would surely choose to swallow her anger and slink back to her room, right?

It's so cute... that pitiful look on their face when they really want to come in but choose to keep quiet for the sake of their loved one's health...

Lalumia doesn't really have that kind of perverse pleasure in watching people twist and grope—but how should I put it?

Isn't the greatest joy of being a parent to tease your child?

"Hey hey hey."

Guangming let out a snicker.

Meanwhile, at the colonial army's base in Issugard.

Sirencino, personally escorted by the black dragon Nia, led her people to the front lines...

They were getting ready to work.

Chapter 5, Part 3/6: The Saintess's Discomfort and... -8K

On May 13th, as the Sirens, dressed in engineering uniforms and laughing under the protection of elite soldiers, arrived at the halfway point of the mountain they were to be responsible for, Sirenchino was calculating how many spells they would have to cast and how many tunnels they would have to dig for this job.

Although the overall magic level of the continent of Elusia is very high, the problem is that the Sirens consume a lot of energy when casting flesh magic.

According to Kino's calculations, it would take them at least five days to completely open up the mountain tunnels connecting the Isugard colonial army's positions to the rear of the Roman Empire's military district defenses—the only good news is that every Siren can get twelve hours of sleep during those five days.

"It's just that the workplace is very dry...which isn't very comfortable for us."

Kino wiped the sweat from her face and looked back as the colonial soldiers carried over the wood and bricks to reinforce the tunnel. She sighed and muttered to herself why the place where she worked was always so dry.

It's just that it's a bit dry, and it makes working less enjoyable.

Many people may misunderstand the Sirens, mistakenly believing that these alien creatures with fins, some even capable of transforming into fish tails underwater, must live on the coast or underwater to survive. However, the Sirens are actually an amphibious species more adapted to terrestrial life.

They can indeed breathe freely underwater and build homes in the deep sea, but most Sirens are more adapted to life on land. In fact, many individuals are so adapted to life on land that some of their underwater organs cannot function properly. Their only unusual requirement for their living environment is that it be "a little humid." Apart from that, they are as easy to raise as most normal humans.

That's why Kino said "not comfortable" instead of "terrible." She judged that her people could work well in this place, and in fact, they could.

At 9:00 AM sharp, after the other soldiers were ready, Kino made a plan based on the terrain—they needed to use flesh magic to carve a tunnel through the mountain, and then dig it out on the other side. However, the other side was another mountain, so they estimated they would have to repeat the tunnel digging work several times before finally reaching their target location.

"So we're in for a busy time. Hopefully, you guys won't be dating any men during this period—alright, alright, let's get started." Kino mumbled incoherently, chewing on a sausage. "Follow our training—if anyone digs out the glowing red meat, they'll be digging their own grave and selling themselves! Get to work!"

Gathering his magic in his eyes, Kino observed the rock face before him, then slowly channeled the magic through his hands toward the cliff.

The Siren's flesh magic is an extremely unique form of magic. While ordinary mages rely on staves to cast spells, and most other races rely on magical organs, the Siren's spells require the simultaneous use of both their eyes and hands.

The eyes are used to confirm the beginning of flesh growth—the hands are used for the transport and conversion of magic. It is said that the ancient Sirens could turn an enemy's armor into a mass of flesh and blood that sucks the host's nutrients with just their eyes, and could turn an entire group of living people into slime-like aliens. But for Kino, that is just a legend.

She calmed herself and, with her usual composure, controlled the flow of magic. The magic power on the continent of Elusia was incredibly abundant, more abundant than she could imagine—but even so, casting spells was still a physically demanding task for the Sirens.

His combat uniform was soaked with sweat. Although he had prepared to wear absorbent underwear to prevent the sweat from seeping out, Kino was now facing the problem of difficulty breathing.

"call..."

She gasped for breath. The rock wall before her, under the influence of magic, gradually transformed into a pink, writhing strip of flesh—if she had to describe its shape, Kino could only say it resembled the hole beneath a female's lower body... deep, writhing with each breath, even actively conforming to any intruding object, constantly secreting strange mucus...

"...I have a feeling that you accidentally made something really high-end, Kino."

Kino's companion, who had turned the rock wall into mangled flesh, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, teasing Kino about his actions.

"Is it my fault? You know that we Sirens are unable to be backward compatible due to genetic defects, right? My abilities allow me to create these more advanced things, so I can't simply make a set of rotten flesh. Is that my fault?!"

"Then you might as well stay on the sidelines and watch the show! Don't waste our magic, hurry up and go!"

Kino was kicked out by her companions. Along with her, many other sirens who could only work as "high-end goods" were also expelled.

The Sirens of Ysgard have lost the ability to freely control their magic due to some unknown reasons in the past... To put it in a more colloquial way, it's like people on Earth who have studied calculus can't use the simplest addition and subtraction to determine the question 1+1=?, but can only solve it using calculus.

In this situation, the Sirens are now facing an extremely awkward problem... In Ysgard, the Sirens, possessing advanced flesh magic, are rendered useless due to the scarcity of magical energy. On the continent of Elusia, the Sirens are struggling to control their abilities and are in a state of disarray...

But all of this is better than having no use at all, isn't it?

Kino sighed. After drinking ice water to quench their thirst with the sirens who had been driven to the rear to observe the situation, they saw the wall of flesh and blood that was gradually forming in front of them begin to transform into an arched structure with a radius of about 20 meters and a height of less than 10 meters.

On this arch, the newly formed flesh and blood appeared a healthy pink. This completely relaxed Kino:

"It seems there's nothing noteworthy about this mountain—for example, geological issues, drainage, etc... Ah, if only the next two mountains were as easy as this one."

The siren complained, watching her companions tear off pieces of flesh and throw them aside, before quickly stepping forward to plead with them, her voice filled with concern.

"Don't waste that meat! Even if we don't eat it, the griffins can eat it... Besides, we need to think about emergency food reserves, right? So don't waste it!"

Kino stops his fellow clansmen from wasting time.

Meanwhile, the elves watched the Sirens' feat with strange expressions.

They truly couldn't comprehend the principles behind the Sirens' flesh and blood magic, but what was certain was that the originally hard and unbreakable rock walls could be peeled off by hand after being transformed into flesh and blood... This situation shocked the elves and made them realize the value of the Sirens.

The lords must be informed of the situation here—the elves immediately began to record everything that was happening before their eyes with magic. At the same time that the elves and Isugard were doing their respective work, the Khanate of Khuttot, far away on the plains, also launched its attack.

Faced with the defensive line constructed by General Dreschka, Khuttod Khan was not foolish enough to send his precious centaurs and cavalry to force a breakthrough. He began to consider new tactics, one that was both efficient and minimized losses.

The tactic, termed "air raid," was the result of much deliberation by Khuttod Khan. Knowing his army's weaknesses and strengths, and especially considering the existence of the harpies—an advantage the Roman Empire could only dream of—he boldly posed a question to his guards:

Could we allow the harpies to move freely without bombs, and have them specifically target enemy food storage points and armories behind military lines?

The Khan's words stunned the Kheshig.

But then I thought about it again and realized it was feasible.

In this world, apart from the United Nations' army which can conveniently transfer supplies from the rear at any time due to the convenience of magic, most countries need to move supplies with the army during marches. Even when defending a certain line, they need supplies to be as close to the front line as possible for unforeseen circumstances.

In this situation, the most common method for protecting supplies—including the Issugard and Khuttod Khanates—was simply to build a warehouse—which might be fireproof and waterproof inside and out, but could not withstand direct attacks from siege weapons.

Normally, no one would consider aiming siege engines at the supply depot—after all, it takes more than ten minutes for a siege engine to fire a single stone projectile, so it's better to use the projectiles to bombard the city walls rather than waste them on the supply depot.

But things are different now... Hutot Khan has placed his bets on the [bombs] that the harpy carries with her—these crudely made bombs may not have been able to destroy the metal golems of the United Nations back then, but they certainly have the ability to blow through ordinary rubble roofs!

Once the roof of the supply depot is blown open, torches or new bombs can be thrown into the hole to set the grain inside ablaze... Yes, Khutuk Khan has allies behind him and his own grasslands, so he certainly doesn't need to worry about the supply problem.

So, what about the Roman Empire?

With their supply lines lost at the front, and given the current state of the Roman Empire's fragmentation, how long can they hold out? Once their troops begin to starve, their own military operations will become much easier...

The only problem is...

"How can we determine which building is the enemy's supply depot? The enemy general is one of the very few truly intelligent people in the Roman Empire... He's even concealing the movements of his main force, which is still constantly shifting through the fog of war in the rear—under these circumstances, how can we find their depot?"

One of the guards raised the question that everyone was most worried about. Yes—how would they confirm the location of the warehouse? After all, flying in the sky is different from running on the ground. Looking at almost identical houses on the ground, how could they tell if it was a toilet or a kitchen?

We can't exactly let the harpies risk landing, can we?

Faced with the Kheshig's doubts, Hutod Khan pondered for a long time before simply saying this: