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

A small, fair hand is raised high, and a magic circle ripples in the palm. A giant hand formed from the power of light emerges from the magic circle and grasps the hundred-meter-long spear.

The spear churned, and the violent airflow sent some of the weaker cultists flying.

The howling wind, mixed with a dense power of light, caused the remaining four walls of the Ocean Cathedral to creak weakly, as if they would collapse and be destroyed at any moment.

The length of the spear did not affect its sharpness.

At this moment, the sharp tip hovered above the Pope of the Ocean's head, only an inch away from his brow.

Beneath that towering spear that stretched across the heavens and earth, the Pope of the Ocean appeared so small.

Like a grain of millet in the ocean, it will sink to the bottom of the sea forever with just one wave.

The other believers wanted to step forward to rescue the pope.

But the stark contrast before him made his legs go weak, and he dared not make the slightest move, fearing that the spear would fall on his head at any moment.

Although the Pope of the Ocean maintained his calm and indifferent expression, the beads of sweat on his forehead revealed that his mood was not as calm as it appeared.

Emil's face darkened. "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me where my baby is!"

The Pope, a man of principle, stiffened his neck and sneered, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare. Heh, aren't you afraid that your actions will make the entire Church of Light a target of public criticism, and be hated by all religions?!"

Upon hearing this, every member of the Ocean Cult members felt a tremor in their heart.

As expected of His Holiness the Pope, he remained calm even under such pressure and was able to resist tyranny.

At this moment, all the followers of the Ocean Cry Society seemed to remember their original aspirations when they joined the Ocean Cry Society—

Follow the teachings of the sea god, be strong and brave, and fear no difficulties!

Some believers even burst into tears, shouting in unison, "Your Holiness, well done!"

"Our hearts are devoted to the ocean, like its towering waves! Like its enduring reefs!"

"Your Holiness, my Superman!!!"

At this moment, another priest stepped forward and shouted, “Brothers, we must not cry! His Holiness the Pope is facing the brutal Church of Light to demonstrate his resolve. If we cry, wouldn’t that be disgracing His Holiness the Pope and our Ocean Church? I think His Holiness the Pope would not want to see this, and even if he died, he would not be able to die in peace!”

The Pope of the Ocean had a somewhat subtle expression.

He really wanted to yell at the other person, "You idiot, you're overthinking it! And I'm not dead yet!"

However, now that things have come to this, he is no longer in control of his own destiny and cannot say a word more than necessary. He can only silently endure the increasingly hopeful gazes of his believers.

The priest continued, “Therefore, we should laugh even more now! Laugh at the brutality of the Church of Light! Laugh at the Pope’s bravery and fearlessness! Laugh at the bright future that awaits us all!”

"That makes sense! His Holiness the Pope certainly wouldn't want us to look so gloomy! We should be smiling!"

"That's right, we have to laugh! I'll go first, hahaha, His Holiness the Pope is going to die!"

"...Although it feels a bit illogical, it also makes a lot of sense! So I'll laugh too, hahahahaha, we all have a bright future!"

Hearing the shouts around him, the Pope almost lost his temper and started cursing.

But in order to project a heroic image to the believers, he had to keep a straight face, make his expression appear holy, and even stare directly into Emil's eyes without any hesitation.

It seems to be saying—

If you're so capable, then face me head-on!

Compared to the Pope of the Ocean, Emir's expression was much more unpleasant.

She began to suspect that the Ocean Church was a dehumanizing church.

She snorted coldly and raised the spear high into the air.

Then Emil's voice drifted over: "In that case, I will send you to meet your gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear pierced down with a powerful whoosh.

The followers burst into laughter as they watched the Ocean Pope about to be crushed into mincemeat.

"Your Holiness, it's good that you died! Hahaha!"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's so true! Good riddance, hahaha!"

The Ocean Pope: "..."

*Pope's profanity*!

At the critical moment, he suddenly raised his hand to block and shouted, "Wait!"

The falling spear came to an abrupt halt, hovering about a meter away from the Pope.

Emil raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to leave one last message!"

"...you say."

"What I want to say is..." The Ocean Pope took a deep breath and shouted indignantly, "Do you think I'd tell you that the girl was taken to the highest reef on the west coast of Haina City as a sacrificial offering, and that the altar would be opened at dusk!?"

Emil: "..."

The believers: "..."

A moment later, the Pope revealed a regretful expression, "Oh no! I've been exposed!"

As he spoke, the Pope wiped away his tears and ran out of the church, crying, "I'm so sorry, Your Excellency! I must atone for my actions! Waaah—"

Before they could finish speaking, the person had vanished.

The other believers were initially stunned, but only realized what was happening after noticing the Emir glancing at them from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Emil saw a "performance competition".

The followers below, with their exaggerated acting and lines, made a quick getaway, following in the footsteps of the Ocean Pope.

Emil waved his hand, dispelling the magic and the spear, and rubbed his temples.

She began to consider whether she should go back and hold a meeting to classify the Ocean Church as a cult.

This church is just too sinister; from the pope to the believers, it seems like there isn't a single normal person among them—they're all somehow involved...

However, the only good thing was knowing Anjie's whereabouts.

Is it the tallest reef on the southwest coast...?

...

Meanwhile, on the southwest coast, sacrificial altars

Anjie has been tied up here for several hours.

Although her ridiculously strong physical abilities made her unsuitable for feeling uncomfortable, she was still very bored.

After looking around, Ange's gaze finally settled on Gatanothoya again.

The person being targeted, Gatanotoya, instinctively shivered.

"Your father is the Lord of R'lyeh, isn't he?"

"...yes."

"So... how old are you this year?"

"Why are you asking this... Phew, that's 101 now." Gatanothoya rolled his eyes.

Anjie continued excitedly, "One hundred and one? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"...without."

Do you have any income?

“Income? I don’t need such worldly things.” Gatanotoya frowned; he sensed something was amiss.

But Anjie waved her hand dismissively, "I was just asking out of curiosity. So, does that mean you don't have any income?"

"...You could say that."

"Tsk tsk."

Ange gave a strange smile.

"No money, no wife, over a hundred years old and still thinking about his father all day long. A typical daddy's boy."

"???" Gatanothoya was stunned, taking several seconds to process this new term. Finally, he angrily shouted, "You're asking for it! Are you crazy?!"

Chapter 33, Section 95: Well-behaved, cute, and also flirtatious

I don't know if it's because of the influence of the day when all the stars come together, but the daytime is particularly short today. Just a moment ago the sun was shining brightly, and now it's already setting.

The fiery sun sank halfway into the sea, turning half the sky the color of flames.

The fishermen of Haina City, while marveling at the unusual weather, laughed heartily at their boats full of fish.

The reef where the altar is located is very remote. There are no fishermen nearby, and even if there were, it would be difficult to find the altar without careful observation.

Not to mention the girl who was tied to the altar stone.

"Ugh, so boring..." Ange puffed out her cheeks and muttered to herself in boredom.

The girl's words made Gatanotauya instinctively tremble. "What else do you want to do!?"

In just half a day, the child has almost developed PTSD from Anjie's treatment.

He even began to wonder if he was suffering from neurasthenia.

No matter what Anjie does, the slightest unusual movement will instantly make them tense, fearing that this crazy woman will do something strange again.

Ange seemed to see through Gatanotoya's thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle, startling the other party into taking two steps back.

"Hey, don't be nervous. Look at me now, I'm just a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken, not to mention I'm tied up here and can't move."

"...hehe."

Gatanotoya responded to Ange's words with a cold laugh.

Ange sat there for a moment, then looked at Gatanothoya with curiosity. "Tell me about Kastal."

Gatanothoya raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need to know this?"

"...If you don't tell me, I'll keep harassing you."