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

Just then, Emil and Clark appeared at the edge of the altar. The two looked at the monster slowly squeezing out of the magic circle with serious expressions.

The cultists were stunned for a moment when they saw Emil and his companion, but then they smiled coldly.

"The Earth Mother Goddess has been successfully summoned!"

What good would it do if you came?!

You two think you can defeat me in a second?!

At that time, everyone in the town will become sacrifices for the Mother Goddess's descent!!! Hahahaha!

As the cultists laughed maniacally, a pale purple circle of magical energy rippled in from afar.

The magic circle on the altar melted instantly, like ice and snow.

The monster had barely poked its head out, and before it could even let out its first scream, it vanished as the magic circle dissipated.

The cultists below stared blankly at the altar, which showed no reaction whatsoever.

Huh? Where is our Earth Mother Goddess?! Where is our great Earth Mother Goddess?!

Of course, no one can answer their questions.

at the same time--

"All done!" A witch excitedly released the button on the device in front of her.

The Infernal Witch behind her nodded in satisfaction, then turned her gaze to the Space Witch beside her. "Let's begin."

P.S.: I had military training today... my arms and legs hurt, and my hand is almost worn out after writing two chapters. But I'm more worried about my skin, sob sob. Do you have any recommendations for effective sunscreens or sprays?

Chapter 51, Section 53: Wanting to be ravaged by white-stockinged beautiful legs.

"How is it?" Novia asked anxiously as Ange returned to the restaurant.

Ange smiled and winked, "All done~ Now we just need to wait for them to discover the Black Goat Cult's token that I left in the woods, and then we can watch the show."

Hearing this, Novia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she then looked at Anjie with a conflicted expression.

As a member of royalty, she naturally wouldn't fail to recognize Emir...

However, another question arose in Novia's mind—

Why would Chief Emir collude with the royal family to arrest Chief Emir's illegitimate daughter?

However, the Church of Light does not have any rules prohibiting marriage and childbirth.

Although Novia was eager to know the reason, her intuition told her that once she asked the question, their relationship could never go back to what it was before.

So even though Novia sensed that something was off about Ange's identity, she didn't ask.

"By the way, where's Naya?" Ange asked, puzzled.

When Emil and his group arrived that evening, Nyarlathotep was gone, along with Lena.

Given the tense situation at the time, Anjie didn't have the extra thought to think about where the two of them were going.

Novia was about to shake her head when Nyarlathotep's voice came from behind them, "We're here~"

Lena, who was following Naya, ran and jumped into Ange's arms, rubbing her little head against Ange's fake breasts with a smile. "Ange's mom, Naya's mom just took me to play in town! Everyone in town was so nice to me! Grandma Maria even gave me a cream cake!"

While Lena excitedly reported her whereabouts, Angela and Novia noticed the way the little girl addressed Nyarlathotep.

“Nya…Mom?” Ange was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Nya, but what she got in return was a flying kiss from Nya.

"Ahem..." Anjie coughed lightly, blushing as she looked away.

But Novia was furious at their interaction.

Novia, her face grim, grabbed Lena's hand and pulled her into her arms, then pointed at Nyarlathotep and whispered:

“That person is a bad person. She and Ange are not lovers, so you can’t call her Mom.”

After speaking, Novia pondered for a moment, then seemed to have made up her mind, blushing as she said, "Um...actually, actually...you can call me Mom."

Lena: ? ? ?

Her small mind didn't allow her to think about such messy interpersonal relationships.

In the end, the little girl really couldn't figure it out, so she simply gave up trying.

However, her small sense of pride prevented her from showing her inability to think things through. Instead, she solemnly gave her "well-thought-out" answer: "I understand! Mama Naya and Mama Novia are both Mama Ange's wives!"

Anjie: "..."

Novia: "..."

Naya laughed happily, "Hahaha, what a lovely child."

"Don't worry, I just took her out to play for a bit. This child carries the aura of a divine being; if she stays in Emil's presence for too long, she'll notice. You probably know the Church's attitude towards divine beings, so I'm just trying to be kind to her."

Anjie gave a dry laugh.

At the same time, she also decided that she must have a good talk with the little girl later and correct her values.

...

Without the support of the Earth Mother Goddess, how long can the cultists hold out against the Chief Justice of the Church of Light and the Royal Guard?

The answer is—it couldn't even withstand one move.

Although the witches' gathering magic device sealed Emil's magic.

However, as the pinnacle of martial prowess among the three chief judges, Emil's combat strength naturally cannot rely solely on magic; his close-combat skills are in no way inferior to those of the royal guards.

Those cultists, already weakened by the sacrifice of their life force, were hardly capable of withstanding two killing gods.

Emil casually plucked the head off a cultist. With a slight exertion of her delicate white hand, the head shattered like a watermelon, and blood mixed with a yellowish-white slurry flowed down her fingertips.

She then turned her attention to the last remaining cult member present.

In the blink of an eye, Emil was in front of the cultist, her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, pressing down on his chest as she looked down at him. "Tell me, is the Holy Maiden in your hands?"

Emil is so handsome, it's like he's being trampled underfoot by her in white stockings!

Clark almost blurted out his innermost thoughts as he watched Emil's series of actions.

However, his strong will to survive prevented him from having such a bold idea.

However, the cultist who was actually trampled under Emil's feet did not have this kind of fantasy; he only felt as if he were shrouded in the aura of death.

He had no doubt that if he dared to resist the chief referee, his chest and head would be crushed in the next second.

"A saint? I...we don't know anything about a saint!" This cultist was clearly not yet insane; under the threat of death, he still abandoned the "god" he believed in.

Emil narrowed his eyes. "Don't know? Then how did you end up here? Heh, don't tell me it was a coincidence."

Then I might just happen to crush your head.

The innocent, childlike voice posed no threat whatsoever, but to the cultist, it sent shivers down his spine.

"No, no, I really don't know anything about a saintess."

We're here because the cult leader... uh... gulp..."

The cultist had barely uttered a few more words when a large amount of black blood gushed from his mouth, and churning chunks of flesh emerged from his eyes, ears, and nose, instantly killing him.

Emil kicked the cultist away in disgust.

Clark sheathed his longsword. "Chief Judge Emil, what should we do next?"

Emil frowned. "Ange must have been in town, or even in the town itself."

Judging from what this cultist said, Ange is probably not in their hands.

So...who leaked the information about Ange in the town of Aisha, and even guessed that there were members of the Black Goat Cult there?

Upon hearing this, Clark frowned and began to ponder.

"Moreover, I don't know what kind of interference my perception of magic has received, and I won't be able to use magic for at least the next two hours."

I have a gut feeling that the person behind this strange phenomenon is the mastermind behind it all.

Although Emil is a bit eccentric at times, he is very reliable when it matters.

“Let’s check the surrounding area again, see if there are any clues.” Emil’s gaze fell on the altar of the Black Goat Gathering, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. “I hope Ange is alright…”

As for Ange, whom Emil was so worried about, she was perfectly fine; on the contrary, she was currently enjoying herself.

At this moment, Ange was looking at Novia straddling her waist. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively asked, "Please...please be gentle?"

P.S.: I've run out of rants again... Updates also need to be approved, and it's been stuck for ages.

P.S.: Military training lasted from 6:30 in the morning to 9:30 at night, sob sob... I had to secretly type each chapter out on my phone while I was in the bathroom.

Section 54, Chapter Fifty-Two: Please Don't Pity Me!

Anjie originally thought that today would pass peacefully. After a tense day, her mind relaxed, but what followed was an overwhelming fatigue.

However, Anjie had just lay down on the bed and hadn't even fallen asleep yet when she heard the door click open.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Novia straddling her waist. In the dim moonlight, Novia's eyes flickered, making Ange unable to understand what she was thinking.

However, the curvaceous figure beneath Novia's woven nightgown made Ange swallow hard.

She was honest; she had been lusting after Novia's body for quite some time.

Although their relationship progressed significantly after the last confession, they ultimately failed to take that final step, with the other pushing them away at crucial moments.

Anjie was even prepared to be like a frog being slowly boiled in water.

But unexpectedly, Novia launched a "night raid" on her!

this...