Sir! Don't close the net!

El raised his hand to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes. He finally understood Li Yili's plan as an undercover agent for the Black Goat.

How absurd it is, yet how enticing it is.

“We only wanted to save ourselves, and for that we gave up all the contaminants we had and betrayed Jeroboam, the chosen one of God. That was our whole plan, nothing more.”

"So, Executive Officer El, our plan has failed!" Abu Jean couldn't help but complain loudly.

"Yes, our plan has completely failed. What is happening now, and every second that will happen next, has nothing to do with us. We didn't even imagine it."

Al raised his hand and pointed to the wriggling fat people.

“They, the inhabitants of Guoweiton, betrayed us. They ingested the contaminants we were preparing to reclaim for the Crusades to take. They chose to become…living contaminants, and they themselves…allowed the contaminants to spread in Guoweiton.”

"[It has absolutely nothing to do with us.]"

Li Yili's dark pupils contracted sharply. After a brief moment of astonishment, the crowd opened their mouths wide, their lips trembling as they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths in a fanatical smile.

The rituals they used to perform to summon the gods were not complicated; in fact, their beliefs were absurd and chaotic, and could be carried out simply by allowing pollutants to spread.

Now! In front of the Crusaders, a divine intervention ceremony of unimaginable scale begins!

This ceremony had absolutely nothing to do with their black goat calves! They had never even imagined it from beginning to end.

All the Cloud Crowd looked at Li Yili, who had her back to them. All their disgust and prejudice vanished, leaving only worship, fanatical worship.

Don't...look at me...

Li Yili's fingers cracked as she lifted the backpack and gripped it from the opening.

The shotgun stock.

The cold touch acted like a switch, and countless images flashed before Li Yili's eyes, shattered, and finally formed a whisper in his ear.

It's very hungry.

The slight tremor made Li Yili subconsciously look down at her feet. Tiny pebbles were veering off course. Her body, entirely composed of fat, couldn't possibly cause such a tremor, and judging from the direction the pebbles were veering...

The Temple of Gowwitton!!!

Li Yili suddenly looked up towards the direction of the Temple of Guoweidun. The image of the Caramel Man craving pollutants flashed before his eyes, and Li Yili subconsciously swallowed.

Now, a large amount of freshly produced pollutants are placed before the long-starved Temple of Gowwitton, releasing an irresistible aroma.

But is it really possible to do that?!

What can be released from an empty temple?

"Boom boom boom—"

The already damaged clock collapsed, and huge cracks continued to spread. The sound of the collapse could be heard even in downtown Guerwynne, and the dust that rose could be seen even in downtown Guerwynne.

Nothing was reflected in Li Yili's black eyes, only some flowing colored lines.

The black, viscous liquid shot straight into the sky, swirling and expanding within a strange, colorful halo, gradually coalescing into a canine-like head.

I know what that is.

Li Yili's right hand, which was holding the shotgun stock, was extended and hung down at her side.

That was a tracker.

Everything from the temple should not be brought into this world.

As long as the cells are available, the trackers must guard what hasn't yet been uncovered.

Now, the cell is empty, and what can be imprisoned has appeared in front of it.

So it woke up.

The temple's pursuers, but...

[This is the pursuer after being desecrated]

Its name is...

Li Yili gritted her teeth, turned around, and rushed out.

The crowd instinctively wanted to follow, but El shouted to stop them.

"Retreat to the Sheep Village Building!" El's eyes gleamed with fanaticism as he waved his hand. "We don't need to understand this lord's actions! We just need to trust him!"

Chapter Ninety-Four: I Confess, I Listen, I Forgive

"So it wasn't just a legend. There are trackers in the temple. But no temple has ever been hollowed out as thoroughly as the Temple of Gowerton, and no temple has ever ingested pollutants."

Before the monastery, a patchwork of Romanesque, Gothic, and other architectural styles, Abel stood with his arms crossed, while twenty-one priests formed a tilted triangle with a sealed coffin.

“The substitute, the sin armor is ready,” the priest with armor on his shoulders stood behind Abel.

“I understand. Begin chanting, be ready to start at any moment. The opportunity is fleeting, and fate will be decided in that instant.”

Abel exhaled, raised his hand to cover the crucifixion flag on his shoulder, his fingers tightened slightly, and stood in the center of the tilted triangle.

The three coffins, bound by chains, crashed heavily to the ground. Twenty-one priests knelt on both knees, their fingers clasped together in front of them, and bowed their heads.

“Tell me about your crimes,” Abel’s eyes, which had gradually turned from red to light, narrowed slightly.

“I confess that three years ago, I had inappropriate desires for an eight-year-old child and desecrated that child under the pretext of exorcism.”

“I repent that five years ago, I learned of a heinous crime. On behalf of God, I forgive the perpetrator and ask the victims who came seeking answers not to pursue the matter further.”

“I confess that three months ago, I could not bear to see a sinner go unpunished, so I used cruel methods to kill the sinner and prayed for forgiveness in the confessional.”

“I confess that four years ago, I witnessed an adulterous affair and used it to blackmail others for financial gain.”

"I repent..."

"I repent..."

The solemn priest recounted his evil deeds as if in prayer; some were utterly depraved, while others were corrupted by morality and precepts. Amidst the sounds of repentance, the chains binding the coffin began to writhe, and cracks spread across the coffin lid.

Abel's forehead veins bulged, but he didn't make any movement; he simply stood there listening.

The priest, leaning against the oak door, blindfolded himself and pierced his eardrums with his fingers.

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"Valkyrie Rei!"

Li Yili burst through the door, panting heavily. The sudden weakness made her vision go black and she almost fell to the ground.

"Valha Rei! Stop playing dead! You can't possibly not know what's happening!"

"Stop yelling, I'm right here."

White legs appeared at the end of the stairs. Valkyrie, wearing only a white short-sleeved shirt that barely covered her upper thighs, staggered down carrying a bottle of wine. Seeing Li Yili panting, she waved the bottle in her hand at Li Yili.

Would you like something to drink?

"Drink my ass!" Li Yili grabbed Valhou Rae's shoulder and dragged her out of the house, pointing towards the slowly flowing, blasphemous pursuers that stretched straight into the sky towards the direction of the Guoweidun Temple.

“Ugh… um, everything’s over,” Valkyrie Rei tilted her head. “It’s the end of the world, wanna have some fun? Ending with pleasure is a kind of romance, of course, afterwards.”

I'm actually quite pleased with myself now that I'm perfectly fine.

“I’m not kidding you, Valkyrie Rai, one of the highest-ranking Valkyries in Valhalla beneath the Horn of Galar,” Li Yili pressed Valkyrie Rai’s shoulder tightly.

"With your abilities, I don't believe you can't solve that problem."

Valkyrie narrowed her eyes slightly, and lightning seemed to flow within her pale golden eyes.

"Is this how you talk to your boss? This is insubordination."

"You think I care that I'm constantly being disrespectful to my superiors?!"

“That makes sense,” Valkyrie stuck out her tongue, her terrifying aura vanishing instantly, replaced by a lazy demeanor. “It’s useless. That thing is like a typhoon or a thunderstorm; it’s just a phenomenon, a rule.”

“But can’t you chosen ones easily destroy a typhoon?” Li Yili narrowed her eyes. “Don’t try to fool me.”

"Tsk—who's the boss here anyway?" Valkyrie clicked her tongue in annoyance and scratched the back of her head. "Impossible. I don't have a single heirloom that can be used as a weapon. You used the Feather Robe to airlift those women. You expect me to fight naked?"

Li Yili's expression stiffened for a moment before she gripped Valkyrie's shoulders tightly.

"Isn't there one! Every Valkyrie possesses the Zeta-level Gungnir, which has the ability to kill in one hit!"

"Cough—Are you crazy!" Valkyrie coughed loudly, pinched Li Yili's face and shook it violently from side to side. "I only have one! Once I use it, it's gone! Besides, you can't hide it if you use that kind of thing!"

“Now that things have come to this, what do you think we can still hide! Once Guo Weidun is eliminated, then we really won’t be able to hide anything anymore!” Li Yili raised her hand and pointed forcefully at the Blasphemous Tracker.

Valkyrie's expression froze, and after a moment of struggle, her eyes lit up.

"Are you stupid! The Crusades are right there! Do you think they'd let this dangerous thing destroy Guoweiton? Impossible! Let me tell you, at least twenty prayer priests—what does that mean? Abel Z. Morningstar is carrying at least three pieces of the Sin Armor, one of Bishop Azawi's most powerful miracles! He can destroy that thing with just one strike!"

Li Yili was stunned and suddenly realized that Abel's voice echoed in his ears, and Abel's unwilling expression for the various things in the confessional appeared in front of him.

That's right, Abel would never stand by and watch the blasphemous pursuer destroy Guo Weidun!

Li Yili looked expectantly in the direction where the Crusader army had set up camp.

Time was passing, and the blasphemous pursuer was getting close to Guo Weidon's desolate circle, but nothing was happening in the direction he was looking.

Li Yili turned her head stiffly to look at Valhou Lei, whose face was also filled with disbelief.

Where is Gungnir?

Valkyrie's eyes flickered, and finally, gritting her teeth, she shouted in despair, "Aaaaah—I don't care! I'm not telling you that Gungnir is the clothes rack by the door! Don't even think about stealing Gungnir!"

Li Yili turned around and rushed into the house. She pulled down the clothes rack, grabbed both sides of the rack with her hands, raised her knees, and slammed them hard against it.

A sharp, unimaginable pain shot through her as fragments of redwood continued to fall, gradually revealing the silvery-gray decaying trunk hidden within. Li Yili, enduring the pain, gripped the silvery-gray decaying trunk tightly, turned, and rushed out the door, taking a running start under the incredulous gaze of Valkyrie.

"Wait! That's Zeta, far surpassing Gamma which can cause unknown changes. It represents the most powerful force of the ancient gods. It's not something that can be used simply by having power; it requires triggering unimaginable events—"

"Disappear!"

Li Yili's left foot landed heavily, and his right arm, gripping Gungnir, was as if it had been sent into a meat grinder, with blood splattering everywhere. Li Yili could clearly feel that memories forgotten in the corner were being frantically pulled out and filled in. Steam engines, generators, firearms, knowledge he didn't know before began to emerge.

But Li Yili couldn't care less about that at the moment, and threw Gungnir at the blasphemous pursuer with all her might.

The silver-gray Gungnir, resembling a decaying tree trunk, shot towards the Blasphemous pursuer with a sharp whooshing sound. As if piercing a clean cloth, countless folds rose up from the Gungnir's center, disintegrating and transforming into countless fine lines that converged on the Gungnir's gun body, forming a torrent like a meteor shower.

Valkyrie gaped open.

"Knowledge."

A torrent of silvery-gray water ripped through Abel's eyes, which were gradually turning from gold to red. Abel lowered his head and murmured softly.

“I repent; I have once again desecrated my own sense of justice.”