What if you ascend to the wrong world?

A tiny, almost imperceptible flow of magical power was about to enter the magic mirror.

【Great Master!】

A line of text quickly appeared on the mirror.

Perhaps sensing that Ye Tu disliked the title 'Lord of the Immortal Path', it changed it to the simpler 'Master' this time.

If even you, who are as high as the world, cannot be certain, how could your lowly servant possibly know?

This thing should just be renamed 'Mirror of Ignorance'.

However, your humble servant has a small suspicion.

It was genuinely worried that Ye Tu might one day become unhappy and seal it away permanently.

Although Lady Radiance is powerful, she ultimately belongs to this world.

Given time, it will eventually break the seal.

But it had absolutely no confidence in breaking free from the very power that had just sealed it.

"explain."

Could it be related to 'greed'?

greedy?

Indeed, he had already guessed that the cliché plot might be related to the ancient gods, but why didn't he realize that the power of 'greed' might be problematic?

Ye Tu frowned deeply.

Chapter 76 The despicable enemy has turned into blood mist and hidden away!

Saint-Lossor.

Three hundred and sixty-one beams of light shot straight into the sky, transforming into three hundred and sixty-one nodes, outlining a cross-shaped magic array that covered the entire holy city and was powerful enough to influence the entire Dawn Empire.

The enormous magic array obscured the starry sky, and from any angle, the core of the cross star faced directly into the heavens, towards the halo-like divine kingdom.

Twelve demigod angels stood in various places, and with each flap of their pure white wings, divine light magic surged.

Countless pure white feathers fluttered and danced with the hymns, landing all over the holy city.

The believers prayed fervently, praising the grace of the Lord of Dawn and singing his praises.

At Irene Wett's mansion.

A huge crowd of people knelt down.

Like a meteorite, a blue-white ball of light shot into the sky, only to crash down in an instant, creating a large crater in the ground!

Amidst the loud noise.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere!

High up.

The angel of dawn, Freyr, spread his wings and looked down at the enormous pit below.

Huge, menacing ice spikes crisscrossed at the bottom of the pit, churning with icy currents that squeezed the surrounding divine light magic.

The tall figure wielding a giant axe was surrounded by ribbons formed from countless tiny ice crystals.

It vaguely seemed to overlap with a shadow from fifteen years ago.

She is far inferior to her father!

"This is the sacred ritual of our Lord's descent into the world!"

His voice seemed to penetrate everything, instantly spreading throughout the entire holy city and resounding in the ears of every believer.

"Not a single discordant sound can be tolerated!"

Freyr raised his right hand high, and the scattered light feathers transformed into streams of warm and pure radiant flames that converged, like a sharp sword held in his palm.

The surging frost was instantly suppressed, and the jagged, intertwined giant ice spikes melted in an instant.

The demigod-level Dawn Holy Power formed a special domain that directly overwhelmed the extremely cold ice magic, and the surroundings seemed to instantly transform into a domain of 'light'.

"Sinners, you shall be judged by the Holy Judgment of Dawn!"

"Your Majesty!"

Cyril's expression changed drastically, and he quickly tried to dissuade him.

Please don't hurt her!

He had just become Pope and still wanted Irene Vitte; how could he just stand by and watch her die under the Holy Judgment of Dawn!

Dekran, kneeling on the ground beside Cyril, not daring to raise his head, along with another archbishop and a group of bishops, felt their scalps tingle upon hearing these words.

Has His Majesty Cyril gone mad?!

He actually pleaded for her, a sinner deemed a sinner by His Majesty the Demigod Angel.

However, Cyril didn't care about any of that.

If he becomes the pope but still doesn't get Irene Vitte, then what's the difference between him and not becoming the pope at all?

"Irene Vitte! Our Lord has arrived, and the world will be ruled by 'Dawn'! Aren't you awakened yet?!"

"..."

Will the world be ruled by 'Dawn'?

Frelton paused, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

He wanted to remind Cyril not to say such things.

As the angel of dawn who had followed the Lord of Dawn for many years, He knew very well that the great Lord was not the only deity in this world.

But so many believers are here...

He couldn't say these things directly either.

"Your request is granted."

Freyr descended the steps, slowly lowering the hand that had been holding the Holy Flame Sword.

Cyril is destined to become the [Angel of Original Sin], a being of equal status to the 'Archangel', and even slightly higher.

Even just giving me face would be nice.

On the other hand, He never intended to kill the Ice Hero of this era; He only wanted to restrain her.

After all, if the Lord fails to reclaim the missing part of his authority, the Ice Warrior will have to burn his own life to activate the artifact and clean up the mess.

Just like it did fifteen years ago...

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Cyril exclaimed with delight.

Looking down into the pit, my desire grew even stronger!

Declan, the other archbishop, and a group of bishops kneeling on the ground were completely dumbfounded.

no?!

Did His Majesty Freire really agree?

Call ~

At the bottom of the deep pit, in the Frost Domain that had been squeezed down to a small portion by the Holy Power of Dawn, Irene Veet gently exhaled.

Through the finger-width gap in her visor, she could clearly see her hand, gripping the axe handle, trembling slightly.

Demigod...

Is this what a true demigod is like?

I still have a long way to go in terms of who I am now.

“Irene Vitte, did you hear that? As long as you agree to become mine…” Cyril licked his lips.

"just you?"

His voice was so cold it was devoid of any warmth.

Her figure slowly rose higher, and the surging cold current turned pure white at this moment, forcefully resisting the suppression of the demigod-level Dawn Holy Power.

The worst outcome is death.

She would never back down because of this.

"Also worthy?"

The gaze and voice through the visor were as cold as if looking at a disgusting insect, which annoyed Cyril.

At a time like this, why are you still so stubborn?

Can……

As he grew angry, his desire intensified.

This is the Irene Vitte he wanted!

Arrogant, powerful, and disregards everyone.

Cyril clenched his fists, about to say something more...

Who are you?

The nature of the force is different from ordinary magic; a special power whose nature is completely incomprehensible swept through.

The domain formed by the demigod-level Dawn Holy Power suppressed the opponent like a fully inflated balloon, easily punctured in the face of this power.

Ok? !

Freyer's eyes narrowed slightly.

Turning around, I saw Ivia, who had just returned from the mage tower, holding a crystal ball in her hands, and her maid behind her carrying several books without covers.

Looking at the huge pit in front of them, and then at the large group of people kneeling on the ground and the bird-man flying in the sky, Ivia and the maid were both a little confused.

They were just going to the mage tower to retrieve something, so how did it turn out like this?

"They're the villains, aren't they?" the maid whispered to Ivia.

"Maybe so..."

Ivia had already seen Cyril.

What good things could come with this disgusting old man?

"Oh."

The maid nodded.

Then she understood!

After carefully placing the books she was holding aside, she stretched her wrists.

Slightly bend your knees.

The next second, an invisible, semi-transparent wave of air surged, almost blowing the pointed round hat Ivia was wearing off her head.

The maid who was just at the door disappeared from the spot, so fast that no one noticed her movements.

Even Freyr only felt a blur before his eyes, and a delicate fist grew larger and larger in his vision.

An irresistible, terrifying force that seemed capable of collapsing the sky!

The protective layer of Dawn Power was easily shattered...

Do not!

It should be said that it was crushed!

Not only the Holy Power of Dawn, Freyr even felt his demigod body, and even his soul, being completely crushed in that instant!

Boom!

A muffled sound rang out, and visible tremors rippled through the air as golden blood mist spread outwards!

The falling feathers of light around them were all swept away.

The room was deathly silent.