Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

“I am honored, and I really hope to meet the actress now,” Ms. Nadine said happily.

In the dimly lit backstage area, Freya looked around curiously. Although she had seen many theater performances, this was her first time visiting the backstage area.

Chapter 228 Big Event

She also knew that theatrical arts were very popular in Lusset, and all theatrical actors enjoyed star-like treatment throughout the empire. Moreover, she had just seen the actress who played the Empress of Lusset and was very eager to get to know her.

Aaron was not surprised by Freya's reaction. Although Freya acted arrogantly, she was actually a very sentimental person. The performance just now must have touched a nerve with her. At this moment, she naturally wanted to meet that actress.

Nadine was also very interested, but unlike Freya, who was poked in the head, she was an actress herself and knew very well how much skill such a performance required. As for Aaron, he was more like someone who had come with the two ladies.

But at that moment, a voice rang out from the shadows: "Mr. Aaron, may I come over for a chat?"

Aaron turned his head and saw a figure standing in the shadows. He couldn't see her face clearly. Aaron hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

“Long time no see, Mr. Aaron. I am Lucette’s spy.”

The figure slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing a frosty face—a face only seen in newspapers. It was Flora, and she appeared before Aaron.

Upon hearing the words "Lucerte spy" again, Aaron did not exhibit any PTSD-like reaction. Perhaps it was because, given his current strength, he simply had no ability to resist the infamous Flora.

Or perhaps it's because, after seeing the performance, Aaron already knew very well that Flora must know a lot about him, or perhaps the performance was prepared specifically for him, so he wasn't nervous at all.

“Why go through all this trouble? I don’t think it’s worth it,” Aaron said.

“No, of course it’s meaningful. This performance is significant for us, for His Majesty, and I think it’s the same for Mr. Aaron,” Flora said.

"So, what do you want to say to me? I don't have much time left." Aaron glanced at his watch.

Flora shook her head: "We don't have any requests, we just want to tell Aaron that if he needs anything, please contact us and we will provide any assistance."

"Any help? That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?" Aaron chuckled, but considering that getting Flora would indeed be a great help to him.

"No, you seem to have misunderstood something. Not only will I provide any help, but the entire Lusset Empire will provide help, because it is Her Majesty the Empress who truly wants to help you, and the Empire should not be stingy with help for heroes who have been on the battlefield."

"Thank you, but I have to go now," Aaron said.

Flora nodded and didn't press the matter further.

Meanwhile, Bella and Amelia were talking to Nadine and Freya, but their eyes were fixed on them. When they saw Aaron turn and leave after only a few words, a look of disappointment appeared in their eyes.

After leaving backstage, Aaron and Freyadine returned to the top-floor stands. After their trip backstage, the service they received seemed even more luxurious. Aaron glanced at the champagne the waiter had brought them. The price of that bottle alone could have bought them a hundred shows at the theater, yet this champagne was being served like free drinks.

Aaron looked thoughtfully at the front desk, but suddenly, the entire theater's electrical system short-circuited, and with a bang, the once brightly lit theater suddenly went dark.

Because comedic moments are common in theaters, the audience wasn't particularly alarmed. However, Aaron sensed something was amiss and jumped to his feet, not because of the unusual noise, but because he felt a terrifying spiritual force.

In an instant, his expression changed, and he subconsciously looked at Flora on the stage. Although Flora's expression remained relatively calm, she was also warily watching her surroundings. Clearly, she had not expected such a situation to occur.

"It has nothing to do with them? Then what exactly happened?"

The huge curtain covering the stage suddenly fell down, and the audience in the stands gasped. Then, a giant crystal chandelier fell to the center of the dance floor, almost injuring the performers. The next moment, the entire theater was plunged into darkness again, and the handsome men and beautiful women screamed in terror. Guards rushed forward to protect the nobles.

Nan Yunliang's eyes had turned the color of lava, and his hearing and vision had become exceptionally sharp. Then, a cracking sound came from the theater ceiling, and countless stage devices shattered from above. Nan Yunliang realized that someone had invaded the theater.

Who would covet the theater? What are their goals? The presence of nobles here certainly provides a reason for a hijacking, but here? At this time? Keep in mind that St. Anne's Church is only a few kilometers away. Aren't they afraid of the judges?

There was no time for Aaron to think too much. He protected the two girls and left the private room in the dark. When he got to the corridor, he ran into other nobles who were also leaving the private rooms in the dark. It seemed that at this moment, they all had the same idea.

However, it wasn't just the nobles who had this idea; the invaders did too. They had originally invaded from the top, and before the invasion, they had probably done some research on the theater, knowing that those who could watch the play on the top floor must be top nobles. Therefore, they rushed in as soon as possible.

Aaron arrived in the corridor and saw the intruder fighting a nobleman's servant. The servant lunged at the intruder, but the intruder pierced his body with a dagger in one move. Then, more shadowy figures emerged from behind the intruder and pounced on the screaming nobleman.

"You can't walk down the corridor."

Aaron pulled Freya and Nadine back to the private room. Freya was already pale with fright. After the incident at the government building, she had encountered something like this again, and couldn't help but say, "Why do I always run into these kinds of things..."

"Calm down, drink some water first. This time is different from last time, I will protect you." Aaron handed Freya a glass of water and made her drink it all. She finally calmed down a bit.

The moment they sensed the intrusion, almost all the nobles rushed out of their private rooms, causing chaos in the corridor with the sounds of fists and kicks. The private rooms, however, were temporarily safe, giving them time to devise a plan.

Aaron walked toward the stands, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. All the theater lights had been broken, and the theater was now pitch black. If he couldn't get out of the boxes, he would have to jump off the stands.

“Let’s jump right off here.” Aaron grabbed the railing with both hands, turned around, and said to Freya and Nadine.

Freya's face turned even paler: "You...you're insane...I'm not a superhuman, I'll die if I jump from here..."

"I can carry you and jump down, Nadine, can you jump from here?"

When Aaron looked at Nadine, he found that Nadine was already sitting on the sofa, taking off her high heels, and her eyes had turned dark green.

Aaron almost forgot that Nadine was also a superhuman.

"My blessing is the kingfisher. Although my power is not advanced enough to grow wings, I can control the wind. Jumping from here shouldn't be a problem."

“Okay.” Aaron nodded. At the same time, the fighting outside grew louder and louder, and the sound of the walls being hit could be heard from time to time. It seemed that the battle outside had reached a fever pitch, and they had to start immediately.

Aaron had fully entered his dragon form. He carried Freya in a princess carry, stood on the railing, and then jumped down.

In the darkness, as if waiting for this moment, as Aaron's body flew through the air, a bullet silently aimed at Aaron and then shot out towards him.

At that moment, Aaron felt a chill run through his body and looked sharply in the direction of the shot. The bullet was coming straight at his face, but his body was in mid-air and he could not dodge it.

"The Clock Gate!"

"bump!"

The sound of bullets hitting metal echoed through the theater, but it was quickly drowned out by the commotion. Aaron landed safely with Freya in his arms, placing the still-shaken Freya on the ground. At the same time, a voice came from above: "Mr. Aaron! Catch me!"

Aaron looked up, stretched out his hands, and caught Nadine as she fell from the sky.

"Thank you." Nadine's face was flushed, whether from shyness or because she had been full of confidence but was not skilled in using her supernatural power and almost hurt herself.

Aaron nodded, but instead of looking at Nadine, he looked to the other side—Bella was standing there barefoot, holding a high heel, waving it at him.

Bella just blocked the attack for Aaron at the crucial moment. Without Bella, Aaron would have had to rely on his dragon scales to withstand the attack.

“Bella?” Freya looked at her in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

Without a word, Aaron put Freya down and suddenly started walking in the darkness. Bella, as if she understood Aaron's meaning, shouted, "At three o'clock!"

The sniper hiding in the darkness realized his position had been exposed and was about to retreat when a silent wind blew behind him, and Aaron blocked his way.

The sniper gave Aaron a cold look. He considered himself the best sniper in the world, and the best sniper in the world would not be without a backup plan. Without even looking at Aaron, he also jumped down.

His position in the stands was similar to Aaron's, also high up. However, because the theater's ceiling was over ten meters high, there were many places that most people wouldn't imagine where one could hide. Furthermore, the theater's internal structure was complex, needing to accommodate both stage performances and the audience. Now, as he fell downwards, once he entered the darkness, Aaron would have a very difficult time finding him, given his ability to conceal himself.

At the same time, as if a bright moon were rising from the darkness, a pair of black wings slowly rose from the darkness, and a girl with golden eyes stood in the air, pointing her finger at the sniper.

The sniper's eyes widened instantly, but it was too late. As the girl reached out, countless bat-like shadows rushed towards him. He had no chance to resist. The bats swirled around him, grabbed him, and lifted his body into the air. His weapon fell from the sky, and then his body was gracefully carried back to Bella's side by the bats.

“Well done, Amelia,” Bella exclaimed.

Although it was just a simple collaboration, it was flawless. After eliminating the threat in the darkness, Aaron asked, "Do you know where they came from?"

At this moment, Flora slowly emerged from the darkness: "It's the Doomsday Cult. They've made their move, and not just here, but throughout Birmingham."

"The whole of Birmingham?" Aaron immediately thought of the magician and fortune teller he had met that day, which meant that not only Birmingham, but the entire Church of Judgment was in danger.

At this very moment, a winged girl swept across the sky above Birmingham. The citizens standing on the street only saw a white shadow above them. As the white shadow approached, they felt a gust of wind blowing around them.

That was Claire, and she was chasing after the two dark figures ahead with all her might.

There are no more than two people in this world who can outrun Claire, and just as few can be hunted down by Claire. But that person was one of them. He was wearing a black cloak and kept moving back and forth between the city's buildings.

The person called herself a magician. When Claire met her, she was summoning her friends on the ground. They were a dozen or so demons that seemed to have been summoned from hell. They had slippery bodies, and their bodies were like mutated marine animals, covered with disgusting tentacles.

They came from the coast of Birmingham. When Claire found them, they had already been killing their way along the coast, but what shocked Claire was not only that.

Meanwhile, Birmingham seemed to have become an isolated island. All around were the sounds of wind and tide. Although it was not raining and there was no abnormal weather, the sea level along the Birmingham coast inexplicably rose to an all-time high. The seawater spread up the shore, and the sea breeze, which seemed to come from nowhere, swept across Birmingham, as if a disaster had struck.

Claire knew that it wasn't a real tsunami, but rather the awakening of the demon blood.

Therefore, although Claire appeared calm on the surface, she was filled with murderous intent in her heart. She had to quickly deal with the person who claimed to be a magician in front of her, and then deal with the Demon Blood, which was the great crisis that could destroy the entire Birmingham.

But the magician seemed to know what she was thinking, constantly flying her around between buildings, sometimes even flying low into the streets, deliberately passing by the citizens on the ground, and even sneaking into the streets and alleys. She was clearly provoking Claire.

But Claire was not someone to be trifled with. As her gaze gradually turned cold, the clouds in the sky slowly parted, revealing golden, raindrop-like flames, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Chapter 229 Deep Inside the Body

Seeing such an exaggerated scene in the sky, the magician probably knew that Claire was really angry, so he suddenly stopped in the air and took a slight breath.

"It seems I've really angered you. I can't play with you anymore, but my mission is complete."

The magician looked at the sky and suddenly took off his cloak, revealing a smile: "Next, I will perform for you all the magic of making a person disappear!"

Then she draped the black cloak over herself, and as if magic had truly come to life, she actually vanished into thin air.

Claire frowned, staring at the sky. Suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked to the south.

That's where the magician escaped to.

Was it a coincidence? Or was it premeditated? Claire didn't hesitate and flew in that direction.

"Hey, hey, hey, nobody told me beforehand that this guy's speed was so outrageous!" The magician shouted in a panic above the wasteland.

"Do your best, Miss Magician. I'm leaving things there to you," another voice said.

"I'm only responsible for getting her in there! The rest is up to you!"

At the same time, behind the magician, a silent explosion occurred in the air, and transparent ripples spread out, revealing Claire's figure silently.

“This is truly the worst mission in the world.” The magician pulled down her hood.

She had nowhere to retreat. Her speed was already inferior to Claire's, and now Claire had brought her to such close range. It was like a herbivore entering the attack range of a carnivore, waiting for Claire to pounce, and she would die here.

Despite facing imminent death, the magician showed no fear. With a fearless smile, she gently waved her staff: "Contract Magic."

Almost the instant she uttered the third syllable, steel-like wings swooped down on her, but the magician's entire body shattered, turning into afterimages and vanishing into thin air. Claire had missed her target entirely.

Claire stared silently at her empty hand. The magician hadn't dodged her attack; she had simply vanished right in front of her.

Claire silently gazed down in the direction of the demon's blood.

Claire was knowledgeable and experienced, so she knew exactly what had just happened.

It was the blood of the demon that pulled her away.

She actually made a pact with the blood of a demon.

Throughout history, humans have been able to enter into contracts with gods or higher beings. Mortals receive blessings from the gods and become extraordinary beings, which can be seen as a kind of contract in the field of mysticism.

Even mortals face risks when signing contracts with the seven gods, let alone evil gods or beings of unknown origin. Their fates are often extremely tragic. As a judge, Claire has handled similar cases.