It's so hard being a hero!

Daniela laughed again.

However, at that moment, the door behind her suddenly slammed shut.

Chapter 104 The Angel Descends

After the palace gates closed, a powerful magical force instantly enveloped the hall where the old emperor was located.

Daniela's expression froze instantly upon noticing the commotion.

She quickly turned to look at the gate and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?"

She was clearly a little flustered.

The old emperor sat on the throne, his posture unchanged from before.

“Daniela, the Vatican is looking for you, and I have no reason to protect you.”

"Besides, you keep saying that the Temple of Desire can grant my wishes, so let me see if your Temple of Desire really has such power. If even the people of the Holy See can't stop you, how can I believe you?"

Daniela was immediately speechless.

The old emperor is playing a game of cat and mouse. If the Temple of Desire wins, he can use its power to continue waging war.

If the Vatican wins, it doesn't mean it protected cult members; it only needs to say that it was controlled by the cult.

Moreover, while the other party ostensibly asked her to demonstrate the power of the Temple of Desire, they were actually pushing her into a pit of fire.

Although she was a king-level powerhouse and an eleventh-tier alchemist, she had no chance of winning against Clem, a veteran archbishop of the Holy Realm.

But now that things have come to this, she has no choice.

Because no matter what the old emperor was up to, she couldn't just surrender.

Daniela glanced at the archbishop with a grim expression, then gritted her teeth and produced a slender purple crystal bottle in her hand.

She unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and gulped down the medicine in one breath.

"Daniela".

Archbishop Clem roared and immediately tried to stop him.

But it was too late. Just as his attack reached Daniela, a terrifying energy surge exploded from her body.

That power carried an intense, pungent aura of desire, like a beast that had been imprisoned for too long finally breaking free and erupting in all directions.

Clem looked at the pervasive power of desire. He quickly raised his scepter, and golden light condensed into a thick shield around him.

But the shockwave came too fast and too powerfully; the knights and priests behind him had no time to react.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion resounded throughout the entire palace.

The papal knights and priests were sent flying as if by an invisible hand.

Only Clem stood still.

The golden shield in front of him was covered with cracks, but it was not shattered in the end.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing through the swirling dust and rubble, landing on the figure slowly rising in the center of the ruins.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Daniela slowly straightened up.

She was originally wearing a proper black dress, but now it had been torn to shreds by the violent force, revealing large areas of skin.

But on the exposed skin, dense, dark purple lines appeared, wriggling on her body like living things.

Her hair also turned a deep purple, and her long hair moved without wind, as if it were being lifted up and floating in the air by some invisible force.

Her aura had changed as well.

Instead, a violent and chaotic surge of power emerged.

The fluctuations, a blend of the catalytic effect of the drug and the amplification granted by the power of desire, intertwined and collided within her, forcibly pushing her to a completely new level.

At that moment, she actually reached a state of sainthood.

"Hahaha……"

Daniela lowered her head, looked at her hands covered in purple lines, and let out a low laugh.

The laughter grew louder and more eerie, eventually turning into a near-manic laugh.

"Is this the power of the Holy Realm?"

She clenched her fists, suddenly raised her head, stared at Clem floating in mid-air, and grinned in an exaggerated, almost distorted smile.

"The power bestowed by my god, combined with the potion I concocted, this feeling is truly delicious."

After she finished speaking, she raised her right hand, spread her five fingers, and a ball of purple light the size of a fist condensed in her palm.

The surface of the sphere of light surged with a rich power of desire, emanating an unsettling aura.

"Ophira".

Clem's voice came from mid-air, filled with suppressed anger and disappointment.

"A dignified eleventh-level pharmacist, a genius once on whom the Holy See placed great hopes, has actually fallen to this state."

He slowly raised the scepter in his hand.

The golden light at the tip of the staff began to gather, growing brighter and more intense.

The light was no longer the gentle, warm gold it had been before, but gradually turned into a more dazzling and intense white light.

"Then let this old man purify you."

As soon as he uttered those words, Clem's body began to change.

His once aged face seemed to have had the marks of time smoothed out by an invisible hand; wrinkles were rapidly fading, and his skin became firm and smooth again.

The gray hair gradually turned golden, like sunlight flowing through it.

His posture also improved, and his previously slightly hunched back became straight.

The most obvious change is behind him.

Three pairs of pure white wings slowly unfolded from his back, each feather radiating a soft golden light, like a sacred creation that had been tempered countless times by the power of light.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils had turned pure gold, like those of a god.

Archbishop Clem—no, the one standing in mid-air at this moment—was a young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old.

Long golden hair cascaded over his shoulders, and a pure white robe fluttered gently in the wind. Three pairs of wings flapped slowly behind him, scattering golden glitter.

The scepter in his hand had also changed; it was no longer the staff it had been before, but a holy sword formed entirely of golden light, with ancient and sacred runes engraved on its blade.

This is an ability that a Holy Magician can use after reaching the Holy Realm: the Archangel's Descent Form.

This is also Clem's most powerful fighting stance, a divine form manifested after condensing the power of light to its extreme, based on his own Saint Realm cultivation.

In this state, his combat power will be enhanced in all aspects.

"Archangel state?"

Daniela stared at the figure in mid-air that seemed to descend like a god, a brief moment of disbelief flashing across her face.

But that dazed feeling was quickly dispelled by the power of fervent desire.

She took a step forward, and the ground beneath her feet was dented with cracks.

Her figure transformed into a purple afterimage as she charged towards Clem.

Clem quickly raised the longsword of light in his hand and swung it forward.

Crescent-shaped golden sword energies shot out from the blade at incredible speed, leaving a scorching trail in the air.

Daniela dodged several sword flashes, but the opponent's attack speed was simply too fast. Helpless, she quickly raised her hand to block.

The golden sword energy struck the shield with a piercing shriek, as if two completely opposing forces were devouring and dissolving each other.

But a crack appeared on the surface of her magic shield, and at the same moment, the sword energy was exhausted and dissipated into the air.

Daniela grinned, feeling even more confident, after she realized she had blocked the other's achievement. She waved her hand.

A large amount of purple mist erupted from her palm, rushing towards Clem as if it were alive.

Wherever the fog passed, the stone slabs on the ground were quickly corroded, emitting a pungent odor.

Clem frowned slightly and raised his left hand, making a gesture in front of him.

A golden light curtain suddenly unfolded, blocking the purple mist a few meters away.

The mist collided with the light barrier, making a hissing sound, but it was unable to break through the seemingly thin barrier.

"Ophira, you are courting your own destruction."

Clem was very disappointed. An eleventh-level alchemist was a Saint-level alchemist; there were only a handful of them on the entire continent.

If he could, he wouldn't want to kill the other person.

But the situation before him left him no choice. He slowly raised the longsword of light in his right hand, and the runes on the sword began to light up one by one. The moment each rune lit up, a powerful force of light spread outwards.

“Daniela, your body cannot withstand this power. When the time comes, the power of desire within you will backfire, and you will be unable to live or die.”

Daniela's expression stiffened slightly.

Of course she knew that. But at this point, there was no turning back.

"Hehe, that's enough. It is my honor to give my life for Lady Lilith."

She raised her hands and formed a complex hand seal. Dark purple energy rapidly gathered around her, gradually outlining a huge magic circle behind her.

Clem looked at the magic circle that was taking shape behind her, and the regret on his face deepened.

"Stubborn to the end."

Chapter 105 A Grand Show

Outside the palace, areas without the protection of powerful magic arrays have all been reduced to ruins.

The battle between Vic and Nochi had gone from the ground to mid-air, and then back down to the ground.

The two figures moved with lightning speed, and the shockwaves generated by each collision knocked down large sections of the surrounding buildings.