I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

The final conclusion is...

They kept too close a liking to Anjie, giving this rebellious girl absolutely no private space of her own.

"The mountains in the southwest... I might as well go with you, just to clear my head."

"Hehe~ Judge Joan is the best to me~"

"...Don't give me that."

P.S.: Fourth update achieved! A few more votes, is this all the amount of content you've given me?! (Hands on hips)

Chapter 18, Section 18: The Flower Blooms! (First Update)

The forests in the southwestern mountains and behind the town of Isa are completely different in size. There are many thick and towering trees, and the dense leaves block out all the moonlight.

"Is it alright for Chief Justice Joan not to return to the Royal Capital Cathedral?" Ange followed behind Joan, walking step by step through the southwestern mountains.

Joan waved her hand dismissively, "Leave the matters of law to the Holy Law Hall. Under normal circumstances, there's nothing for me to do. Even if there is, I can just pass it on to the other two women."

The Temple of Holy Law was a special department established by the Royal Cathedral in the capital, specifically for the trial of believers.

As the chief judge of the law, Joan is naturally the steward of the Holy Law Hall.

However, under normal circumstances, there are no major cases that require the presiding judge to personally participate in the trial.

Therefore, although Joan was in charge of the laws of the Church of Light, she was the most leisurely of the three judges.

"...If Emil and Chief Judge Gaya knew you said those things about them, they would definitely come after you." Ange laughed at Joan's words.

Ange was afraid of those old guys in the church's Presbyterian council, but she had a good relationship with the three chief judges.

After all, she had spent most of the two years she had been in this world with the three chief judges.

As for escaping...

One reason was that she didn't want the old fogies in the council to notice anything amiss, but the main reason was that damned royal engagement...

It is said that the request for a marriage alliance was made to the Church of Light so that the royal bloodline could also be bathed in the glory of the gods.

Qiong noticed that Anjie's expression was a little unpleasant and immediately understood what Anjie was thinking.

"Don't worry, if you don't want to get married, I'll help you cancel. There's no need to sacrifice our little darling's happiness just to please a mere new king." Joan's words were quite domineering.

Anjie also believes that she, as one of the three chief referees, has the ability to do so.

But when something involves religion and power, it is no longer something that can be controlled by personal will.

If things go wrong, even the three chief referees could be implicated.

Ange shook her head, banishing the unpleasant thoughts from her mind. "As long as Chief Judge Joan doesn't tell anyone about what happened in Aisa Town, everything will be fine, right?"

This was naturally meant to ease the tension. Qiong simply stroked Anjie's long hair tenderly and said nothing more.

[Host, there's no need to worry. As long as you follow the instructions of this system, not even secular royalty or the church, let alone a god himself, can force you.]

Ange: Are you going to comfort me?

"Oh, of course. If the Goddess of Light herself were here, I'd probably burst out laughing. After all, I really want to see what kind of expression a goddess would have when faced with her chosen, troublesome saintess."

Anjie: ...

After the two had traveled some distance deeper into the southwestern mountains, Joan suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Anjie knew that Qiong must have discovered something.

Joan pondered for a moment, “The elemental fluctuations in this area are rather strange... The wood and life elements, which should be the most abundant, are excessively thin here. On the contrary... there is also a very strong aura of the undead here.”

"A necromancer!?"

Necromantic power.

This word has been implicitly recognized as a synonym for "terror" and "evil" in every corner of mainland China.

Therefore, Ange was somewhat surprised when she heard that there was necromancy nearby.

Joan nodded seriously, but soon she frowned, looking somewhat troubled. "But the aura of this necromantic power is still a bit strange... Besides the expected feeling of decay and death, there is also a... warm and peaceful feeling. It's like a product of the fusion of the power of light and the power of the dead."

rustling—

Just then, a white shadow darted out from the nearby bushes, a rusty iron sword aimed at Joan's head.

How could Joan, as the head referee, possibly be hit by such a low-level sneak attack?

She snorted coldly, and a powerful burst of light erupted from her body.

Under the intense power of light, the white shadow was crushed into powder, and even the rusty iron sword was turned into a lump of iron.

With a soft thud, a stark white skull hung from the ground.

This is something left behind by Qiong deliberately suppressing his power; otherwise, not only the skull, but even the iron sword would have turned to ashes.

“It really is a necromancer.” Ange frowned.

What exactly is the background of the town of Aisa...?

First, an outer god appeared; now, undead have emerged in the mountains...

[High EQ: Would you be interested in playing the Grim Reaper elementary school student?]

Low emotional intelligence: a troublemaker, causing trouble wherever he goes.

Anjie:

"Low emotional intelligence: High emotional intelligence."

High EQ: Get out of here!

While Ange and the system were arguing, Qiong had already crushed the skull into ashes.

"There are undead here... I didn't expect to have to work overtime even after arriving here. Sigh." Joan sighed, her tone somewhat helpless.

Although she was somewhat unreliable, as the chief judge of the Church of Light, she was obligated to eliminate any undead that might harm other living beings.

This is one of the reasons why the Church of Light has such a large number of believers.

...

Guided by Joan's keen senses, the two followed the necromantic power to its source, eventually stopping in front of a cave.

Just by standing at the entrance of the cave, Ange could feel the dense necromantic power emanating from it.

Only then did Ange truly understand why Joan had said that these necromantic powers were somewhat strange.

Normal necromancy is used to communicate with the undead, so it inevitably becomes tainted with the decay, terror, and despair unique to the undead.

But the necromantic power here exudes a warmth and gentleness unique to the magic of light.

Anjie: System, is this the secret of the Southwest Mountains?

[Hehe, guess?]

Yes, that's it.

"Judge Joan, shall we go in?" Ange asked Joan beside her curiously.

Joan shook her head. "The entrance to this cave is sealed with magic. If we force our way in, it might trigger the defense mechanism and cause the cave to collapse. It seems that the entrance only opens at night. Let's come back tonight."

As night fell, the seal on the cave entrance disappeared, and the necromantic power within surged out of the cave, spreading throughout the entire forest.

To ordinary people without magic, all of this seemed shrouded in a layer of mist.

The whole thing originates from this cave. Once the secret of this cave is discovered, the third stage of the mission will be complete.

With Chief Justice Joan's help, exploring the cave would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Thinking of this, Anjie's mood soared.

But Joan's next words plunged Ange's spirits off another cliff:

"As for now, tell me honestly, why did you come to the southwestern mountains? Don't tell me you came here to gather herbs. If you don't want me to beat your backside so badly, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer."

Chapter 19, Section 19: My Illegitimate Daughter (Second Update)

Black Goat Tantric

The leader of the esoteric sect sat in the head seat with his eyes closed, and the surrounding followers fell silent in fear.

Just last night, the souls of the two fanatical followers sent by the leader of the cult to assassinate the nun were extinguished.

This incident has kept the leader of the cult looking gloomy since morning.

After a long while, the leader of the secret cult slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settling on a man beside him. "Has the [Witch Gathering] been active near the town of Aisa lately?"

"Yes."

“By revealing the matter of the nun to those women, I believe that whether it’s out of their faith… or because of that blasphemous experiment… they will definitely be interested in this nun.”

"...yes."

...

"Judge Joan, can I not say anything?"

"No." Joan said coldly, decisively rejecting Ange's request.

But Ange clung to me like glue, snuggling into Qiong's arms. "I really didn't want to say it... Judge Qiong is the best to me, can you just pretend I didn't see anything this time? I love Judge Qiong the most~"

"..."

The sight of the golden, fluffy head in front of her caused a slight crack to appear in Joan's carefully maintained cold expression.

As a saint of the Church of Light, Ange grew up in a very strict environment and education. Although she was far more outstanding than her peers, she also lost the innocence that a child should have.

As someone who watched Anjie grow up, Qiong naturally felt both heartache and doting affection for her.

In addition, Anjie has been sensible since childhood and rarely acts spoiled.

This sudden onslaught really overwhelmed Joan.