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

What's the matter?

Priscilla turned around and looked at Cecilia in a daze, only to find that the light shining on him had changed from silvery-white to golden-yellow.

...

She suddenly realized something.

Why was I able to spot the sunrise under the light spell just now? No...

Was that really the sunlight of dawn?

The witch's body trembled. How could she have forgotten?

The God of Light also has light.

"Is it...the God of Light...?"

She gritted her teeth, staring at the light behind the Old Church. She watched as her darkness magic lost its effectiveness under the golden light, and then she watched as golden figures appeared on the Old Church's position.

From the moment the God of Light descended, even the Saintess's Tranquility spell lost its effectiveness.

Peace can quell fear and anger, but it cannot quell faith—Priscilla realized with despair as he watched the Protestant conscripts kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.

They may have lost. Compared to the madmen of the old church, they lacked a god.

In her despair, Cecilia noticed that the divine power of the God of Light was increasing through her body.

A surge of divine power coursed through his body. The God of Light's every move seemed to be the key factor in the rate at which this divine power was being lost.

"Perhaps it's not time to despair yet," Cecilia said, bowing her head. She gathered her divine power in her hands and looked at the gradually materializing phantom of the God of Light in the distance... She knew that she still had one last chance to fight to the death.

“...Yes, that is the God of Light, our enemy,” she said. “An enemy we cannot fight...Under normal circumstances we would only be ravaged to death by him—but Priscilla, we still have one last chance.”

"what?"

"Let me go and kill him."

The saintess exerted all her divine power, gathering it into a sword in her hand. This was a sword composed of an excessive amount of divine power.

Perhaps Cecilia will never have the chance to get close to the God of Light.

But at least... she can try.

The teleportation magic that Priscilla left behind as insurance.

Send her to the God of Light. Deliver a fatal blow when he lowers his guard.

If the God of Light dies... then there's still a possibility of things turning around.

The two girls looked at each other.

A moment later, the last remaining skeletal demon suddenly crossed the line again and stood directly in front of the Old Cult army.

They were ready.

.............

The God of Light chose to descend, simply because he could no longer endure it.

The Old Church's army needed morale, the Old Church's army needed to advance, the Old Church's army needed to become brave under God's gaze—therefore, the God of Light, Constantine, chose to descend.

But as expected, descending to the mortal world consumed far too much of their divine power.

Feeling the nearly one hundred years of divine power vanish in that instant, the God of Light's heart bled, but this was better than rashly confronting the saintess who had gained a great deal of divine power and then risking his life to fight her.

After all, even the slightest activity would cause a severe drain on divine power, and the increasingly weakened God of Light was unable to fight against the Holy Maiden in battle.

Therefore, he had no choice but to descend to earth—and that was all he could do. He had to maintain his usual strength before his followers, but could such strength truly deceive everyone?

The saintess who wielded the holy sword formed from divine power noticed the God of Light's weakness.

And Peter, who was kneeling and praying devoutly behind the God of Light, could directly feel the God of Light's vulnerability at that moment.

“Great Lord! Please give the order to attack, so that our army may completely wipe out those shameless traitors!” the Pope Peter pleaded obsequiously. “Under your leadership, we can absolutely crush the traitors! Please give the order!”

Peter the Elder did not let the God of Light notice the dagger hidden under his robes, nor did he offer to fight—he could see that the God of Light was just a figurehead!

But even if it's just for show, this glass cannon still has the power to kill itself... So Peter must be careful, extremely careful—he must wait for an opportunity, the best opportunity.

"Ideally, Cecilia would create an opening for me when she tries to kill the God of Light..." Peter chuckled to himself. In response to his flattery, the God of Light simply increased his guard against Peter and then silently controlled the skeletal demons to launch an attack in coordination with the Old Cult army.

By remaining silent, a great deal of divine power can be saved. By taking no action, a great deal of divine power can also be saved—and this saved divine power is intended to be used to completely crush the Protestant Church.

The God of Light could only truly relax once he reclaimed his power from Saint Cecilia. He also knew that the Protestant army simply didn't have the courage to resist him.

Look—except for the ascetic, the sorcerer, and the saint, all the other believers were kneeling on the ground, begging for their forgiveness.

What can an army that has already given up resistance and may even be in internal strife fight against itself?

The only thing to be careful of is the holy sword that the saintess has conjured... This is a weapon that can pose a threat to him—thinking of this, the God of Light silently used his divine power to erect a barrier in front of him.

"Safety first is never wrong"—his heart swelled with ambition. He could already imagine how he would torture this bastard after his victory to find the mastermind behind everything. His mind swirled with the image of capturing the mastermind and turning him into toilet tiles for humiliation. But just as the morale of the Old Cult army was high and they were recovering from the chaos, they set off again to break through the Protestant defenses in one fell swoop, under the true dawn of the East.

Visible magical fluctuations appeared outside the battlefield, on the flat ground not far from the outer edge of the Protestant and Old Cult battlefield.

This is how the same thing?

Everyone stared blankly in the direction of the dawning sun. Under the true sunlight, the golden light of the God of Light seemed to be gradually weakening under the influence of magic... Who could it be?

Before they could figure it out...

A cacophony of sounds began to fill the air.

"...A device that records sound using magic and then broadcasts it?"

In a daze, the Night Witch subconsciously stated her insights. She tried to find the direction from which the sound came, and finally, she saw a strange machine the size of a small bird in the sky above the area where magic was surging.

The machine emitted an increasingly loud sound—finally, the sound transformed into a tone both the witch and the saintess were very familiar with. It became a man's powerful roar:

"—I hereby declare."

The United Nations will wage war against the Roman Empire and the God of Light until the day the God of Light perishes and is destroyed, until the moment we reclaim the bodies of our ancestors!

People of Bayer Gems!

Let us fight for our ancestors, for the purple-clad royal family, and for a brighter future!

The device's announcement seemed to come at an inopportune time—

The parishioners just stared blankly.

In a region where magic surges and roars.

The double-headed eagle flag and the elf's flag appeared in the illusion.

The God of Light trembled in agony.

He discovered that the people behind the eagle flag were genuine Bayer Zans, not some fakes.

Chapter 15: 2/5 The Chaos of the God of Light - 8K

......

Several hours ago.

With the help of Theresa and Finn, Yang Hao successfully completed the pre-battle mobilization, focusing all the Bayezians' anger on the God of Light. He then immediately began preparations for his journey.

The black dragon Nia, summoned over, rubbed her eyes and yawned in front of Yang Hao. Her chest first bulged with a long yawn, then slowly contracted with a sigh. The swelling of her breasts made the elven plains appear overly fragile, but the elf was no longer paying attention to Nia at this moment.

She simply rolled her eyes, coordinated the teleportation preparations between Elena and Naruja, and then nodded to Yang Hao:

“We’re ready—then Theresa and I will head over first. You…be careful.”

"Don't worry. Miss Nia has come at a high price to help us, and Lalumia will protect us... Alright, go in peace."

Yang Hao stroked the elf's hair, kissed his two beloved wives to express his concern and blessings, then touched Naruja and Elena's hair before watching them leave.

"So, our stated objective this time is to advance on the capital of the Roman Empire while simultaneously attacking the parishes, but in reality, we'll primarily attack the parishes, while using teleportation magic to make a show of attacking the capital?"

The black dragon lady of Isgard was in a good mood when she asked the question. She had just received an incredibly tempting offer; it seemed His Majesty Yang Hao hadn't really cheated her this time?

The reward for her assistance was all the spoils that Heaven could gather on its own, as well as a large amount of resources from the United Nations, and the right to explore technology with researchers from the United Nations—what does that mean?

The Kingdom of Heaven, something that even the native Isgard might not have seen for thousands of years, I was fortunate enough to enter once, not to mention that I was even involved in the great undertaking of [god-slaying]!

That's god-slaying! If he succeeds, he'll be remembered for eternity! Isn't the point of living to fight for one's honor? A goal that he might have struggled for hundreds of years to achieve now has a shortcut to be reached together. How could the black dragon not be excited and thrilled?

The spiritual rewards were already so great that Black Dragon's heart and lungs stopped. The material rewards that followed were even more numerous, making Black Dragon tremble with fear, terrified that His Majesty Yang Hao might next demand that he send over the President's daughter.

As long as you can take the spoils of [Heaven], you can make all the decisions for yourself.

As long as the established goals can be achieved, the United Nations is willing to offer Issugard more resource incentives, and even send over some existing advanced weapon design blueprints...

Not to mention that His Majesty Yang Hao has also granted the Black Dragon the right to discuss technology with scientists from the United Nations—in other words, Nia has the opportunity to travel to the Kingdom of Eden and discuss technology with the powerful Edenians, while simultaneously enhancing the strength of herself and her homeland!

...

This is all too damn perfect. The only additional condition is simply that I coordinate the joint development of the Sirens and the United Nations...

What does this mean? To put it simply, if the black dragon were a more materialistic female dragon, and if His Majesty Yang Hao were even slightly more debauched, it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to bring Margarita over and give her to him...

Especially considering that Isgard was determined to force Emperor Yang Hao to accept the title of Regent of Isgard during his business trip to the homeland, as originally planned... Nia licked her lips, surprisingly feeling an uncontrollable predatory urge towards Yang Hao at this critical juncture...

However, wanting to eat him and actually wanting to "eat him" are two different concepts. Therefore, Nia wisely chose to reserve her opinion on this matter... She then inquired about Yang Hao's plans, hoping to glean some clues about the man.

The Regent simply shook his head, indicating that they should also leave, and then stated that the attack from the direction of the Roman Empire's capital could, strictly speaking, be considered an attack. However, it was a very small-scale offensive composed of constantly teleporting golems.

"You can think of this as an experimental weapon of ours—an attack on the capital is indeed more like a threat, but if we can actually take it down, I wouldn't mind adding it to our arsenal."

"Whoa...that?"

"You know what I mean. I won't say much more to you—for the sake of our fairly close relationship, perhaps we'll soon have a real postwar negotiation with Isgard, which you represent. The Roman Empire is like a freshly baked cake, and it's almost time to cut it. And it's not just the two of us who will be cutting it, but also the Khuttod Khanate."

Having said that, Yang Hao fell silent. Nia, meanwhile, pondered the deeper meaning behind Yang Hao's words as she followed him forward.

After reuniting with Lalumia, due to the black dragon's near-magical immunity, they could only travel to their destination by direct flight. Fortunately, the black dragon was fast enough that they had already secretly arrived in St. Petersburg by the time Theresa and the others' army appeared on the edge of the battlefield of the parish civil war.

Finn waited there, and after they arrived, she said with a serious expression:

“I and some elves will meet you here to help you get out—and there is no life left inside St. Petersburg right now... If things really come to a head, we can just destroy the city.”

At this point, Finn looked up at Lord Lalumia, who had jumped down from the black dragon's back. Lalumia, meeting Finn's gaze, simply smiled and shook his head.

“Life is more important than a city. Of course, perhaps it’s because I don’t understand the principle that a city can nurture more lives... but at least, I won’t let my children give their lives for me unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

"...Truly worthy of being called [Light]. Never mind...you can rest in peace. I'll be waiting for your good news. By the way, Yang Hao—"