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

The little elf turned her head to look at the distant battlefield, hesitant to speak, but in the end she remained silent.

Faced with the elf's doubts, Yang Hao decided to ask her before entering the Heavenly Kingdom—after all, no one knew whether they would come out safely after going in this time. If he could answer her current confusion, Yang Hao hoped that she could be brave and ask her questions.

Faced with Yang Hao's attention, the little elf sighed and said:

"It's nothing. Really, it's nothing—if you insist it's a private matter between Theresa and me, we've already taken care of it since you came back. Please go in peace, and come back safe and sound, understand? If you really die there, don't expect Theresa and me to be calm... understand?"

"...I see."

"Then hurry up and go. I'm not as fragile as you think, but I'm not as strong as you think either—don't make me actually think about trying to keep you here. Go now."

Watching the man she had driven away disappear at the entrance to St. Petersburg with the Black Dragon and the elite troops led by the gods, Finn sighed and said that this was indeed a private matter between Finn and Theresa, but it was related to Yang Hao.

That is the issue of... how to deal with Saint Cecilia and Witch Priscilla.

With almost certain that they were on this battlefield, how to deal with these two women became a major concern for Theresa and Finn.

Although they had a fierce conflict over whether to kill each other, they had already reached a consensus in bed that they did not want the other to continue harassing Yang Hao.

In other words, this time... the private matter they need to deal with is to completely block any of the other party's advance channels—or rather, Saint Cecilia and Witch Priscilla can live in this world, but they can never approach the core area of ​​the United Nations, let alone arbitrarily approach the area within ten kilometers of Yang Hao.

This was the biggest concession Finn could make. Teresa initially thought it was unnecessary, but after realizing it was Finn's limit, she had no choice but to accept it.

...However, this does not mean that Finn cannot tamper with this matter.

She promised Teresa that she would never intentionally put either of them in danger.

But what if they themselves went to touch the dangerous area?

"...Sweet honey always attracts insects."

The tiny elf recounted. Gazing at the silent battlefield in the distance, a cold, merciless smile graced her pale, somber face:

"So...I beg you to hurry up and die...don't have any possibility of disturbing our lives now...absolutely not."

He's too soft-hearted... Hah... How could I let my man accept a woman who betrayed him just because of a momentary impulse? No matter the reason... This kind of eyesore shouldn't exist...

......call."

Fen took a deep breath and then exhaled a mouthful of foul, angry spit.

She was furious. The elf's morbid emotions had severely affected her composure—a feeling she had never experienced before.

The twisted emotions of someone who would stop at nothing and even deliberately conceal their feelings for the man they love... it's truly irresistible.

call.

Finn admitted that she had acted far too rashly.

But how many women can maintain their composure in front of their husband's ex-girlfriend? Especially the ex-girlfriend who hurt their husband?

..snort.

"...I'll go over there."

After conveying her thoughts to her warriors, Finn used teleportation magic to leave the entrance to St. Petersburg. She arrived at the main camp where Theresa was, greeted the strange-looking Elena and Naruja, and then stepped forward, tiptoed, and patted Theresa's small crown, asking, "How are things now?"

What is the current situation?

Theresa rolled her eyes and pulled Finn onto the high platform so that Finn could see the changes on the battlefield between the old and new cults.

With the sudden appearance of the United Nations, the war between the Catholic and Protestant churches came to an abrupt halt.

The Catholic soldiers seemed caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to fight or not. The towering, gleaming golden statues behind them appeared to be commanding their followers to attack, yet the statues themselves remained motionless, showing no intention of personally joining the battle.

Over at the Protestant church... the gaze of the two women standing on the earthen platform made Finn extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't that their eyes contained hatred... but rather that Finn simply disliked their presence.

A jealous elf will never accept the existence of an unappreciated enemy... Perhaps this is the poison that elves can never cure.

Finn muttered to herself, while Theresa calmly spoke:

“Don’t forget our goal, Finn. We can’t let impulses ruin our plans—can we calm down? Although I now understand what kind of people elves are... we really can’t afford any mistakes this time.”

"I know. So, what should we do?"

"...According to the original plan, we will wait until Yang Hao succeeds. We will observe for the time being and wait for news from other places."

According to the original plan, Theresa and her troops were to wait until Yang Hao sent good news before launching an attack. However, there was actually a lot of room for maneuver, and it all depended on how the Old Church planned to arrange things.

If they try to escape, the United Nations' rapid deployment forces will directly outflank them. If they attack the Protestant Church, the United Nations will temporarily sit back and watch. If they're foolish enough to attack their own side... then Theresa and her allies will have no choice but to launch their own attack.

The two empresses nodded silently. Then, Naruja ordered the Golem troops to advance, seemingly preparing for an attack, while Elena observed the God of Light's condition alongside the magical dolls.

"Confirmed: The God of Light's condition is extremely bad," the small synthetic doll stated. "His activities have caused too much divine power to flow towards Lord Lalumia... However, this time the divine power must first pass through Saint Cecilia as a [transfer station], and now it seems... puzzling? Cecilia seems to have a way to conserve divine power? How did she do that?"

“You can understand that the Saintess’s physique is very different from that of ordinary humans,” Theresa explained. “Treat the Saintess as a high-risk target—after all, divine power is a problem for us…conduct more advanced surveillance, and by the way…have we completed the encirclement of the battlefield?”

"Confirmed: The encirclement is complete. The elves are very efficient. Now, Bayerzans' hunter force is heading towards terrain suitable for skirmishes, such as forest trenches, and some machine gunners and riflemen are advancing at top speed... Worry: If only the light machine gun in the design could be mass-produced. The Japa 1405 heavy machine gun is still too cumbersome."

Elena's complaint made Theresa nod slightly.

She said to write it down—this theatrical war could be used to test the inadequacies of existing weapons. But on the other hand, she also said that there was absolutely no need to exterminate the parish. After the death of the God of Light, a parish outside a chaotic state of independence and unity would be more useful than a parish within a unified state.

In Theresa May's vision, the United Nations would be incapable of managing this exclave, so far from Bayern and Japari—the existence of ancient St. Petersburg was due, in part, to Lalumia's personal defense, and in part to the large population of the Bayern Empire at the time...

But now?

Larumia seems to have no intention of moving from Constantinople, spending all her time in Yang Hao's office doting on her new son... Bayern also lacks the manpower to manage the holy city...

In a sense, Theresa wanted to destroy the city.

This way, the United Nations could leave the diocese after slaying the God of Light. By leaving the diocese, the United Nations' power would not be dispersed; it would remain a clenched fist rather than fragile, scattered fingers.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, Theresa did not want the Romans to defile the city of the Bayrzans again. In other words, for Theresa, Yang Hao, and the others, the destruction of the Holy City was a good thing.

But they absolutely cannot be the ones to destroy the Holy City.

(...Isn't there any way to get them to destroy the Holy City?)

The little nun muttered to herself, and just then, Elena came up and, under the watchful eyes of the two queens, switched to a different screen to show Theresa and the others the extent of their current encirclement of the Catholic and Protestant churches.

The Old Church's rear was completely surrounded, while the New Church couldn't completely intercept them due to the presence of earthen ramparts—but at least if the Saintess and the Witch made any unusual moves, they could open fire and kill them directly.

"...Phew. That's settled then."

Theresa nodded in satisfaction, but just then, Finn suddenly pinched her side and said: "The Old Church is making a move."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Old Cult's army, urged on by the God of Light, launched an attack on the Protestant cult. The skeletal demon, crafted from the remains of the ancestor Bayez, filled every soldier of the United Nations with a burning hatred, but disciplined and dutiful, they remained steadfast in their duties, not letting their anger cloud their judgment.

Meanwhile, the Protestant followers who had been kneeling on the ground hurriedly stood up. They had just been at their most vulnerable, but the intrusion of the United Nations had allowed them to barely survive. They rebuilt a simple defensive line on the earthen ramparts, a line that Elena deemed "not worth mentioning."

"Conclusion: We can easily break their formation and inflict heavy damage... but the God of Light seems to be preparing to escape; his divine power is draining away at an increasingly rapid rate. Suggestion: To avoid the God of Light returning to Heaven and causing trouble for Yang Hao and the others, we should choose to sit back and watch the fight. If both sides can be severely injured or even perish together, that would be ideal."

Elena's suggestion pleased both Theresa and Finn. In her calculations, Theresa would be more concerned with their own casualties, while Finn, on the premise of the former, would prioritize whether the two women could die directly... In a sense, Elena's suggestion satisfied both of their needs, and also made them suddenly realize why Yang Hao had gradually lowered his guard against Elena.

Imagine, who could resist a woman who understands you, is always thinking of you, and offers countless alternatives, much like a housekeeper?

"She is clearly the queen of Eden!" The two empresses exclaimed, nodding in agreement as they watched the changes unfold on the Howling Battlefield.

On the battlefield, the Old Cult soldiers, aided by the last skeletal demon, successfully gained a new breakthrough. They now have a total of seven landing points that allow them to move upwards.

Knowing that the United Nations was coming with overwhelming force and that they had the Great God of Light backing them up, the soldiers of the Old Cult launched a fierce attack for glory and reward.

Meanwhile, the Protestants, led by Saint Cecilia, defeated the last skeletal demon and began a difficult defense against the Old Church's offensive.

The earthen defense line was breached by seven landing ramps, one of which was deliberately turned into a gentle slope by the God of Light. These seven breaches required a large number of troops to defend, but the problem was that Cecilia did not have that many troops.

Left with no other choice, she had to divert some of the nuns to reinforce the defenses. Fortunately, the Old Church's exhausted and overwhelming army was unable to exert its full strength, which gave the Protestants a chance to catch their breath and also allowed Cecilia and the others to rest and relax.

“At least we don’t have to worry about the God of Light destroying us immediately,” Priscilla sighed, somewhat exhausted. Leaning on her staff, watching the Old Cult soldiers being relentlessly stabbed to death by the conscripted soldiers above her, she found the undead surprisingly endearing for the first time. “But… United Nations… what exactly does Yang Hao want to do? Does he really… want to kill a god?”

"...Perhaps."

Yang Hao wanted to slay a god—the witch and the saintess learned of this exciting news through a broadcast prior to the United Nations' landing. At least when facing the God of Light, the United Nations would prioritize attacking the old cult where the God of Light resided.

This is a good thing. But then they thought about the possibility of Yang Hao attacking the Roman capital, and a sudden, unrealistic fervor welled up within them.

But soon, that fervor vanished without a trace. After all, they had also seen that little nun who was now causing trouble in the United Nations' army. The little nun who had been ostracized from Shkul Village and forced to live alone on the mountain.

At this moment, she was his queen, while they remained witch and saintess. The change in their identities left them dizzy, but in the end, they calmed down.

After all, we need to survive this war first, and then we can talk about other things.

Because the United Nations entered the battlefield via teleportation magic, the parish naturally once again possessed a relatively abundant amount of magic power for the witch to squander. After she casually cast small-scale night magic, causing chaos among the Old Church soldiers at the breach, the scales of war began to tip in favor of the Protestants.

Meanwhile, the God of Light watched helplessly as his followers died in vain. His divine power had already dwindled far too much. If he once still had a chance to fight Cecilia to the death, he had now completely lost the ability to confront her head-on, given her abundant divine power.

This is an unfair war. The God of Light's heart is twisted with anguish. Every move he makes sends a vast amount of divine power to Cecilia, turning his faith and power into Cecilia's weapons and ammunition—this is unfair, utterly unfair. This isn't even a war, but a conspiracy, a despicable assassination plot by a vile and treacherous villain...

It was terrible. Absolutely terrible—the God of Light wanted to escape, but he wasn't sure if the Holy Maiden would stab him as he tried to flee. He could only maintain his facade of strength, but even there, his power was steadily draining away.

Perhaps it would have been better to make a decision directly—but after the power had been drained for a while, the God of Light began to regret why he hadn't done so earlier.

(Bastards...bastards! Bastards! A bunch of bastards! A bunch of trash who dare to compete with the bright moon...! If it weren't for my divine power being drained, if it weren't for the schemes and tricks of you scumbags, would I have ended up like this?!)

The God of Light roared in his heart. He knew that if he showed any signs of fatigue or weakness, these abhorrent enemies would swarm and kill him... But the question was, how long could he hold out?

Seeing the old believers die meaninglessly and not even able to be pushed onto the city wall, the God of Light wished he could personally throw them far away, so that at least the corpses would cause some trouble for the Protestants.

Behind the God of Light, the cult leader Peter, who had been kneeling on the ground, licked his lips, the dagger at his waist gleaming with a faint, cold light.

But it still wasn't the right time. Peter thought to himself, he needed another opportunity, a better one... to kill the God of Light, seize his power, and then immediately escape—only then could he...

...

Be patient, be patient, Peter. You must be patient!

Endure for a moment and you will gain countless riches and honors... Endure, endure!

Peter bit his tongue, letting the pain suppress his inner turmoil. He knew victory was near... but he didn't know when it would arrive.

In the distance, the dawn sun hung above the banner of the United Nations. Shining brightly, it made the golden light of the God of Light appear even smaller, and also made the already frail body of the God of Light seem even more ethereal.

"Calculation: The body of the God of Light has entered a semi-transparent stage... As long as Yang Hao can kill his body, then we can immediately cooperate to truly kill the God of Light."

Elena didn't overlook this clue. But just as she was muttering to herself, preparing to organize the information for later use, she received a message from the magic network...

Elsewhere, upon learning that the Regent was about to launch an attack on the Roman capital, the Khanate of Khuttod and the Issugard colonial army immediately prepared to assist in the attack.

The nomads began their assault on the military district's walls, attempting to coordinate with their allies' advance. The Issugardians immediately marched towards the capital, ignoring all towns and villages along the way, solely to prepare for a siege before the arrival of the United Nations.

But we didn't really intend to attack the Roman capital. We just wanted to provoke the demons in the Roman capital and see how they would react.

The synthetic doll shook her head blankly. And it was then that she noticed some intriguing news...

Something seems to be really wrong in the Roman capital.

The royal palace district was surrounded by a purple barrier, and it seemed that the demons had been forced to take action.