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

"do not want!"

Ange's eyes widened, and she quickly grabbed Joan's hand that was holding the sword. "Judge Joan, that child is innocent. By the way, look at this, look at this!"

She shoved the diary from her bosom into Joan's hands, her tone extremely flustered.

As a saint of the Church of Light, Ange was acutely aware of the Church of Light's attitude towards monsters like "divine abominations".

The Church of Light will not allow anything that could potentially harm living beings to exist.

This ruthless and decisive creed has brought the Church of Light many believers, but it has also made countless enemies.

However, none of this is something Anjie needs to think about right now.

All she could think about now was how to rescue the poor girl from Joan's clutches.

This is the only time I've seen you act like a true saint.

Ange: The little girl was so cute, it's such a pity that she died like this?

I overestimated you.

Joan looked at the diary in her hand, her tightly furrowed brows showing no sign of easing.

Instead, she pushed Ange away with a little force.

“Judge Joan…” Ange stared blankly at Joan, who had pushed her away.

She had never seen Joan look at her with such a stern, even somewhat cold, gaze.

"Have you made enough trouble? You need to understand that we are the Church of Light, and protecting living beings is our duty."

And you...

She is a saint of the Church of Light.

You should be even more determined to fulfill this obligation.

“But I don’t want to be some damn saintess!!!” Ange interrupted Joan’s cold statement.

Seeing Ange glaring at her angrily, Joan's gaze momentarily blurred, but quickly returned to its icy edge:

"...But you already are."

Section 24, Chapter Twenty-Three: Let's give her a good pounding!

"..."

Anjie clenched her fists, as Qiong's words echoed in her ears like muffled thunder.

My fate is already so unfortunate.

Having just transmigrated to this world and not yet understanding anything about it, I am forced to face many difficult choices.

The need for careful speech before church elders, the feigned laughter before believers, the political marriages between kingdoms and religions...

All the pent-up grievances were unleashed at this moment.

"She's just a child, she doesn't even know what's happened to her, she doesn't know how much her father sacrificed for her, and just because she became a divine abomination, we're going to kill her..."

Yes, many innocent people did die because of her, but shouldn't all of this be blamed on her father?

why...

She wasn't the one who was wrong...

Has she ever hurt anyone?

why...

They wouldn't let her go...

At this point, Anjie was no longer sure whether she was seeking justice for the little girl or venting her own pain.

Anjie stared at Qiong with red eyes, but Qiong's gaze remained cold.

"Because she is a divine abomination."

"..."

Because she is a divine abomination...

Because I am a saint...

But... clearly, none of us want to become like this.

That was not our intention at all.

"...I'm done."

Joan's words enraged Ange. Her light blue eyes were turned gold by magic, and a heavy scripture appeared in Ange's hands.

Joan raised an eyebrow. "You're no match for me."

However, Anjie exhaled and said with a determined look, "But we have to try."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ange transformed into a streak of light, the scripture in her hand hurtling towards Qiong with a whooshing sound.

Joan dodged to the side, then struck Ange's shoulder with the hilt of her longsword, intending to slam her to the ground. However, a tremendous force came from Ange's shoulder, sending Joan flying instead.

Anjie rubbed her sore shoulders and stared at Qiong, who landed gracefully.

In the first round of competition, Ange realized the gap between herself and Joan.

The Holy Church of the Capital is the sacred site of the Church of Light. As the chief judge in charge of the law, Joan's combat power can only be described as monstrous; people even once believed that Joan had reached the realm of "demigod".

If Joan hadn't held back, it wouldn't have been her who was knocked flying, but Ange.

Joan looked at her slightly red palms and raised an eyebrow. "Are you really going to... release the Divine Spawn?"

"Yes."

“Okay. But I have one condition.” Joan curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Seeing that Qiong had agreed, Anjie was overjoyed. "What are your requirements?"

“This divine evil will harm living beings. But if you can control her and prevent her from harming others, I can consider letting her go. So, what you need to do now is to show me your power.”

As Joan spoke, pairs of golden wings unfurled behind her, and her eyes, long hair, and fingertips were gradually dyed gold by rich magic, with terrifying aura emanating in concentric circles.

It was as if a real angel had descended.

"Hold on for one minute under my attack."

Qiong's words sent a chill down Anjie's spine.

When Ange saw Qiong's six golden wings unfold, she knew that the other party was serious.

How long can a (physics-based) saintess withstand a judge with demigod powers?

and...

"Why do you big shots all love 'one minute' so much...?"

[Because it lasts too long, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it.]

Anjie: What kind of time is this to be making dirty jokes!

...

knock knock --

A knock sounded, and Novia put down her broom and pushed open the church door.

Three women wearing purple magic robes stood outside the door.

"I'm sorry, it's very late today, and the church is closed. Please come again tomorrow." Novia blinked, looking at the three women outside the door.

However, the three women exchanged glances and began to whisper among themselves:

"Teacher, this... must be the nun the Black Goat cult talks about, right?"

"It should be her. I can sense powerful magical fluctuations within her. The strange thing is... why would a nun from the Church of Light use fire magic?"

"Who cares about her? Our job is just to take her back."

"Makes sense."

Soon, the woman in the lead raised her head, walked forward with a smile, and performed a Church of Light salute to Novia. "Praise be to the Goddess. The three of us are travelers passing through this town. There is nowhere to stay in the town, and we have no other choice but to come to the church for help."

Novia looked the three women up and down. "You want to stay at the church... but I'm not the head nun. By the way, please come in and sit down. We can talk in detail when our head nun returns."

"Thank you so much!" The three women beamed with joy.

Novia quickly imitated Ange's posture, crossing her hands and placing them on her shoulders, "Amitabha, praise the goddess. The church in the town of Isa welcomes all the suffering children."

Amitabha... Hmm? Is this prayer in the scriptures of the Church of Light?

Never mind, we don't believe in the Goddess of Light anyway, it's probably just a newly released prayer.

The three quickly gave up thinking and followed Novia into the church with smiles on their faces.

Looking at Novia walking ahead, the woman in the lead gave the two people beside her a wink, and then said, "With a kind nun like you in the town of Aisa, it must be a peaceful and beautiful place."

Novia blinked. "Hmm...but the reason for peace isn't me. It's Sister Angela, the head nun of the church, who is the truly kind person."

"Heh... Is that so? But don't you think that excessive kindness can sometimes be a form of foolishness?" The woman in the lead sneered.

Novia belatedly realized something was wrong. Just as she was about to turn around to defend herself, a sharp pain shot through the back of her head, followed by blackouts and her collapsing to the ground.

Looking at Novia lying on the ground, the three women all showed disdainful expressions.

"That's it?"

"I really don't understand why the Black Goat Cult would make such a fuss over a girl who could be easily dealt with. Ha, I knew it, those who worship evil gods are bound to be a bit brain-dead."

"That little nun just now seemed to say... there's another nun in the church? But the Black Goat Cult clearly told us that there's only one nun in the entire church."

The woman in the lead thought for a moment, then waved her hand. "Who knows? Maybe those idiots have had another episode. You two stay here and wait for the other nun to return. Then, knock her out and take her back to the Witches' Gathering."

I went back first. The air in this backward town reeked of backwardness, which was truly nauseating.

If it weren't for our laboratory located in the southwestern mountains...

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