You are all my wings!

"Let's do it!"

"Let's do it!"

The voices of Lyon and another top-tier demon rang out simultaneously.

boom!!!!

Margaret made the first move, unleashing beams of light that instantly covered a large number of normal superhumans who were not corrupted by the demons, cutting them off the battlefield.

Following closely behind was Astalia, who had suppressed Feherrotija. Without her even lifting a finger, a magnificent and overwhelming holy light, as dazzling as the rising sun, suddenly flashed across the Holy See.

Under the holy light, several people hidden in the crowd, including 'Pluto', 'Tumoria', 'Tegwansh', and 'Tigerzhilang', as well as the others controlled by the demon, instantly had their pupils shrink and knelt on the ground without exception.

As for the other unsuspecting superhumans, their panicked mood quickly calmed down, as if they had been baptized by holy light, their minds and bodies becoming clear and transparent, and they stood quietly in place.

Some members of the Church who were at a bottleneck in their skill mastery even grasped a sliver of the mystery under the radiation of the Holy Light, making a significant breakthrough and looking invigorated.

The commotion in the church, which had lasted only a moment, quickly ceased.

The holy light quickly receded, and the church became dim again.

Everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment.

What just happened?

Only Leon and Margaret knew what had happened.

The women, who were eager to fight, as well as Abraham, Don Quixote, and others who had been freed from their demonic possession, were all stunned. The battle had ended so suddenly.

Where's the promised super war?

That's it, is it?

How could the demons be so easily defeated?

At that moment, Britta's delicate ears twitched, as if she had heard something.

A look of understanding crossed her fair face. She then stepped out from the ranks of the nine saintesses, flicked her sleeves, and clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture unique to the Astalia religion. In a chanting tone, she spoke:

"A miracle has occurred, the demons have been subdued, and the evil has been eradicated! By the divine decree of the Goddess of Justice, Astalia, I, the 231st Third Saint of the Holy Church of Justice, Britta von Hestia, hereby assume the responsibility of overseeing the Church's general affairs. I hereby request that the First Saint, Margaret, arrange for the arrest of the Second Saint, Tumoria; High Priest Pluto; Holy Knight Commander Tigris; the pure-blood elves Tegwansch, Reggie, and Guanghe, among others, and temporarily detain them in the interrogation center to await the eradication of the demons!"

As Britta's voice fell to the ground, the statue of Astalia in the very center of the Holy See emitted boundless divine light, like the sun shining down, illuminating the remaining demons that had been missed.

With divine power reappearing, the kneeling demons were completely sealed away, their bodies curled up like worms, unable to move.

Upon witnessing this extraordinary phenomenon, everyone immediately understood that a true miracle had occurred once again!

Unlike the miracles forged by the saintesses and high-ranking officials before, the vast divine power and unparalleled aura contained within this miracle could not be simulated by any extraordinary being.

Even the divine power of a demigod is vastly different.

With a miracle occurring and Brett's endorsement, her claim of "taking over general affairs from this day forward" could not possibly be false.

"What are you waiting for? Let's do it."

Margaret suddenly spoke, and the fifth and sixth-rank paladins under her control snapped out of their daze and began to move.

The remaining mid-level members of the Vatican and other influential believers who came to observe the ceremony also left in an orderly manner under Britta's guidance.

In the blink of an eye, the public announcement ceremony came to a hasty end.

However, although the process was a bit rough and could not compare with the solemnity and solemnity of past ceremonies, it was undoubtedly of the highest standard.

This is a rare occurrence in the entire history of the Papacy, as it is a miracle that has happened once before.

Soon, only a few high-ranking members of the Papacy, as well as insiders such as Lyon, Ophicamille, Iris, and Magilou, and members of the court's influence such as Abraham and Don Quixote remained.

"After waiting for so long, the plan was ruined because Fei Heluotijia wanted to kill you. What a pity, this little girl is too impatient."

Astalia's regretful voice rang in Lyon's ears.

As long as Feherrotija doesn't act recklessly, any other demon can intervene, whether it's Britta Ophimaso or Camille, they can all stop the other party. In this way, the plan for the demons to advance to godhood can continue to move forward.

However, other demons can be dealt with by others.

Only Feherrotija can be dealt with by Astalia.

Even now, Margaret, who has not yet fully recovered, would not be able to easily defeat this dragon queen.

Unfortunately, Feherrotija still made her move. This way, as long as Astalia made her move, the demons would naturally notice the problem and would not choose to advance at this time.

It's important to understand that if a top-tier demonic being advances to the level of a divine abomination but is then slain by Astalia here, all the previous accumulations of that abomination will be instantly wiped out, and they won't be able to recover them even after returning to the abomination realm.

It can be said that all the efforts accumulated have served as a stepping stone for Astalia's achievements.

As for the demon within Castiglione, it will probably become even more troublesome if it tries to ascend to the level of a divine demon.

"Leon, Leon, why couldn't you have kept her calm a little longer?"

Astalia's voice rang in Lyon's ears.

Leon shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "I didn't expect her to react so strongly to the ability of this lie to become reality."

He naturally understood that Astalia wanted him to continue holding onto Feherrotija.

However, it was an unexpected surprise that Feherrotija was so easily fooled by himself; he had thought he would need to put on a much longer performance.

Could it be because my basic fraud skills have improved again?

In any case, this wave of deception allowed him to extract a considerable amount of 'fake within real' from both Feherrotija and Astalia, which he then conveniently converted into more potent illusory essences. The total amount is now approaching 40 portions, which is quite astonishing.

"However, if it were me back then, I would have been intimidated by your abilities... If a lie becomes the truth, do you really have this ability?"

Astalia sighed and then asked the same question.

"of course."

Leon remained unfazed and continued to cover up his lie: "The divine being must have seen the process of her lie becoming true, right? This is the material miracle magic that I deduce by combining my profession as a miracle astrologer with my profession as an alchemist and my basic understanding of elemental magic. As for the lie becoming true, this is just one manifestation of it."

"A material miracle?"

Astalia asked with great interest, "Tell me in detail how you did it, and what the underlying principles were?"

"No rush, we can discuss that later when we deal with Feherotija. As for now, I think we should deal with another top-tier demonic prodigy first. My God, I have a way to make it ascend to godhood now."

How could Leon possibly know the underlying principles behind something he made up on the spot?

"Oh? Then we'll have to look forward to your solution."

As soon as he finished speaking, Astalia's graceful and slender figure suddenly appeared beside Leon.

Everyone present, especially those who had never seen Astalia before, were somewhat surprised by her sudden appearance, because her appearance was exactly the same as that of the statue not far away.

Abraham quickly asked Orpheus, "Orpheus, who is this person? He has such an outstanding and charming presence, why is he standing with your husband?"

Ophimasso also felt that the distance between the goddess Astalia and Lyon was a bit too close. His eyes were serious, and he explained, "This is the goddess Astalia."

"hiss!"

These words shocked and puzzled the Vatican officials who were still present.

Those who remained were mostly experts with excellent hearing, and since Ophimasso had no intention of hiding anything, everyone naturally heard it clearly.

Upon closer inspection, although Astalia was dressed in an extremely simple black and white nun's habit, her extraordinary appearance and temperament, as well as the sense of isolation formed by the intangible and tangible aspects of her body, and the faintly surging divine power, all told everyone that this was likely the goddess Astalia who had not appeared in the world for many years!

Coupled with the miracle that just happened, the sheer power and unparalleled divine might that instantly suppressed a group of seventh-tier experts further confirms what Ophimaso said before.

Beside Britta, the Ninth Saintess Cynthia quietly asked, "Britita, is that really...?"

"That's right, she is the deity herself."

Britta nodded slightly.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Upon receiving a positive reply from Britta, the representative of God, the new acting head of the Papacy, and the soon-to-be acting pope, the high-ranking members of the Papacy were shocked and bowed in respect.

The paladins knelt down in reverence.

For a time, cries of "Homage to the divine deity!" rose and fell.

The nine holy maidens, several paladin commanders, paladins of Castiga's generation, and several archbishops—the number of high-ranking officials was quite substantial.

Although Astalia was eager to deal with another top-tier divine abomination, she patiently smiled gently at everyone:

"No need for formalities. Dealing with the demons is more important now. You all must focus on patrolling the capital to prevent any remaining, deeply lurking demons from threatening human survival."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life!"

The high-ranking officials of the Vatican readily agreed.

Astalia then returned everyone's gentle smile.

Paladin Commander Bruno, this veteran legend, was immediately captivated. What was going on? Was this the god I had worshipped for so many years?

She's smiling at me!

Beside him, another cardinal was in tears, weeping uncontrollably.

Not only him, but many high-ranking members of the Vatican, paladins, bishops and so on, felt that Astalia's serene smile was as if it healed them and made them feel much more comfortable.

Certain magical energy channels that were blocked in my body, and certain questions that I had been pondering in my mind, all became clear and unblocked, which was quite miraculous.

Lyon's gaze swept over the saintesses who had no work to do for the time being. Seeing their moved expressions, the young Ninth Saintess Cynthia even shed tears of emotion, her delicate face covered with crystal-clear teardrops.

In an instant, the high-ranking members of the Holy See gathered before Astalia, repeatedly thanking the gods, the world, and their good fortune.

There was even the most senior paladin, Chekhov, who loudly proclaimed his guilt, saying that he had failed to discover the fact that others had been corrupted by the demons and had not done a good job as a leader.

At that moment, Leon heard Astalia's telepathic message:

"Find a way to get these people out of here!"

Leon almost burst out laughing. It seems that Astalia is constrained by her character and cannot choose to either lash out directly or teleport away for the time being.

Then Astalia glanced at her sideways, her eyes slightly fierce, clearly noticing that Leon was inwardly mocking her.

Leon almost forgot that Astalia had recovered more and her divine eye power was definitely stronger. Even if he activated purification mode, he might not be able to hide it from her.

He immediately began to exclaim in his heart: "Great and beautiful goddess of fortune, Astalia, you are electricity, you are light..."

"Get them out of here right now, stop dawdling."

Astalia maintained her gentle smile and nodded repeatedly to the high-ranking officials, but secretly sent this message to Leon.

[Goddess Astalia's favorability +2%, current favorability +22%]

Lyon coughed lightly, took a step forward, gave Britta a look, and said:

"Gentlemen, Your Majesty needs to deal with the demonic matter right now. Please stop stopping us. Just go about your business. Do you really need Your Majesty to handle all the other loose ends after the demonic matter is resolved?"

Paladin Commander Chekov was immediately enraged. Who was this person who dared to speak like this in front of the God?

Britta understood Lyon's look and immediately continued:

"Indeed, everyone, please go and assist Lady Margaret as soon as possible. Please be sure to prevent any accidents from happening to anyone who has been corrupted by the demon."

As she spoke, she called out names again, taking away the few kneeling at the front.

At this moment, the weight of her words increased once again. Although the veterans still wanted to get closer to the deity, they knew they couldn't shamelessly try to become familiar with her any longer, so they left reluctantly.

Immediately, Astalia and Leon walked side by side and quickly arrived at a spot not far from the statue.

That supreme demon, who did not corrupt anyone and hid as a phantom in the shadow of the statue, was suppressed here.

This thing couldn't escape Astalia's notice; it was swiftly and decisively suppressed the moment the battle began, without even a sound.

What are you going to do?

"Wait, let me speak with this demon for a few minutes. My God, please allow this top-tier demon to speak for now."

"it is good."

This casual conversation between the two was naturally witnessed by several people who were slower to leave, and they were immediately enraged. Who was this man? How dare he speak so casually with a deity?

Not only the members of the Papacy, but also Abraham, a court official with nothing to do, was amazed and whispered to Ophimasso:

"In my years of experience, your husband is too charming. You have to be careful. Lyon seems to be able to control even the gods."

Upon hearing this, Astalia glanced at him seemingly unintentionally from a distance.

Abraham immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Although he didn't feel any divine pressure, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Ophimasso also noticed this and was slightly startled.

On the other side, Iris and Machiru were talking in hushed tones as they approached Ophimaso.

"Ophimosa, don't you feel that the God and Lyon are a little too close?"