The Villain Saint is my secondary account

However, after six months, the native forces and players in the real world have become quite familiar with each other. At least the player teams recruited by the Loren Palace will definitely share this information with Skadi.

There are two main things that Ella is concerned about regarding this battle.

The first point is that the military strength of the Principality of Tedeh is stronger than expected.

This is likely related to the fact that the Lockwood Chamber of Commerce smuggled a significant amount of strategic resources from various parts of the continent, especially Aslan, into the Principality.

As mentioned before, although Aslan, Loren, and Tedh are all human empires, the differences between the three countries are particularly significant.

The Aslan Empire, which emphasizes magical research and nature and relies on a social structure that depends on bloodline inheritance, is extremely resistant to steam technology and alchemy.

The Loren Empire has an open policy, and its development path has been diversified without any specific direction to support. However, since the new emperor took office, the Imperial Research Institute has been trying to promote the "Magic Engineering" route that combines magic and engineering.

The Duchy of Tedeh, on the other hand, is a major power that highly values ​​alchemy and steam technology. This is evident from the fact that when the Kingdom of Valen brought back members of the royal family who had developed in Tedeh, the city was filled with towering chimneys.

Therefore, Ella had witnessed the steel legion of war airships and steam tanks created by the Duchy of Tedeh in her previous life.

Her only surprise was that these things appeared far too early.

At the same point in time in the previous life, about eight years from now, the rebels repelled the Hell Legion, which had occupied an important province of the Duchy of Tedeh. With the help of many research-oriented players, the Duchy's industrial development was restored, and these war machines were mass-produced.

That's right. The Hell Legion in the previous life was created by the world-destroying witch Ella after she opened the rift. The Duchy of Tedher was the first to suffer. As for this steel legion, it was supposed to be a "righteous army" for humanity to fight against the witch's army.

Now, in this lifetime, everything is in complete chaos...

Thinking of this, Ella sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Even without the world-destroying witch in this life, war still broke out. However, what began as a united front against a common enemy capable of destroying the world turned into a chaotic infighting among the human race.

The rampage of demons and merfolk in Aslan was clearly caused by human intervention. It would be quite accurate to say that the disasters currently sweeping the continent all originated from within the human race.

The second thing that caught Ella's attention was the "Saintess" in Ted's army, which some players had photographed using image crystals.

That guy was clearly using holy light magic, but Ella clearly didn't remember that there was such a person in the Duchy of Tedeh in her previous life.

Did I forget again?

Ella pondered that her memory loss seemed to only involve a few of her acquaintances in the Septian Society, and she shouldn't have forgotten any important figures with such names and identities.

It's really speechless. It seems like there are geniuses who have mastered holy light magic everywhere, but her, the Holy Maiden of Light, has such a terrible level of holy light magic.

After closing the forum interface, Ella stood up and straightened her clothes.

She could feel the ship descending, so it seemed like it was almost time.

"dong dong dong"

Just as she was getting ready, there was a knock on the door.

"come in."

"Your Holiness, we apologize for disturbing you, but we have arrived in the Holy City."

……

The holy city on Morning Star Ridge, the center of faith in the sanctuary, a sacred place revered by countless believers of light.

This is a city located on an island in the northern bay of the country of Saint Ararat, in the northern part of the continent of Asia.

A massive golden ship slowly descended from the sky. Ella leaned on the deck and looked out. The buildings made of pure white sand bricks were scattered like stars, and the clean streets were filled with citizens dressed in magnificent white robes.

From men to women, from children to the elderly, the residents of this entire city are the most devout believers, their faces beaming with reverence and happiness for the divine.

A white tower that reaches into the clouds stands in the center of the city, like a bridge connecting the sky and the earth.

The last time Ella saw this tower was under a red sky filled with the smoke of battle, alongside the blood-soaked rebels.

Now, so much time has passed in the blink of an eye, and seeing it again gives me a sense of disbelief, as if it were a lifetime ago.

Oh, it really is "from another world".

The golden ship eventually landed at the airship landing field in the western part of the holy city.

Ella rode away from the cabin on a unicorn with a deathly pale face. Close to her was Ye Xiao, a squire knight wearing silver armor and with a slicked-back hairstyle, whose expression was slightly gloomy and out of place with "light". Behind her were three old squire knights: Orfindo, Geraint and Ophilil.

Further to the sides and back were the First Knights, mounted on winged horses, arranged in a square formation. The Knights Commander, Julius, walked diagonally in front, leading the way for Ella.

The group arrived at the entrance of the vast square. According to the original plan, Ella was supposed to go directly to the White Tower to complete the power transfer with the current Holy Temple Master. However, it was clear that this was a scene that the conservative forces entrenched in the Holy City did not want to see.

Unsurprisingly, she soon encountered an accident.

At the entrance to the airship landing pad, instead of a crowd cheering to welcome the Holy Maiden, stood rows of fully armed Templar Knights.

Several high-ranking priests, whose noble attire suggested their high status, stood in a row in front of a group of Templar Knights. Upon Ella's arrival, they bowed respectfully.

"Thanks to the protection of the great God of Light, we respectfully welcome the arrival of the Holy Maiden."

"I don't recall the Holy Lord arranging any welcoming ceremony. If there's nothing else, please move aside and don't delay the Holy Maiden's schedule."

However, faced with the respectful tone of these people, the Knight Commander Julius immediately frowned.

Clearly, a proper welcoming ceremony doesn't require a prepared army; having a large contingent of Templar Knights surrounding the entrance suggests the other side's intentions are unlikely to be anything good.

Although Julius had anticipated that the three families would cause trouble, it was still a bit too arrogant for them to so blatantly obstruct them as soon as they landed.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Meeting the Holy Maiden

"Commander, that's a bit harsh. We are all believers in the light and want to meet our revered saintess. Is there any problem?"

The elder standing at the very front had a kind face.

"I won't say it a second time, get out of the way."

A chill ran through Julius's eyes.

"Oh, look how anxious you are, Commander,"

The elder chuckled and said, "Of course there are important matters, otherwise how could I dare to delay our esteemed Holy Maiden's itinerary?"

"I think, Commander, you were going to take the Holy Maiden to the White Tower to meet the Holy Lord, right? But unfortunately, the Holy Lord has been away on business these past few days, so this meeting will probably have to be postponed."

"Ah?"

Julius's eyes narrowed. "How could His Majesty possibly be out at this time?"

“How could we ordinary believers possibly fathom the thoughts of His Holiness? But His Holiness is not here, and the jurisdiction of the Holy City is now temporarily being taken over by three cardinals.”

As the elder spoke, his smile grew even wider.

"According to the laws of the Holy City, although Your Excellency is a chosen one of God, you have not yet officially become a resident of the Holy City. Therefore, please wait at the landing area for a while until the temporary passage procedures are completed before you make your appearance."

"What a joke."

Julius frowned. "His Holiness personally ordered the Holy Maiden to go to the White Tower. Even if His Holiness is not here, what right do you have to stop her?"

"Of course I am. I am the chief deacon of the West District, and it is my duty to uphold the law in the district."

The elder shook his head. "In short, I have not received a personal order from His Majesty the Holy Lord, so I cannot act on my own. Either you, Commander, show me the edict to confirm that it is His Majesty the Holy Lord's order, or I can only ask that the Holy Maiden temporarily reside at the Qiluchang Field for a period of time."

Tsk.

Julius's lips twitched slightly. The Holy Lord had given him a verbal order, and even if he had been given a written order, he would never have entrusted something so important to this old man.

But this matter is indeed troublesome. Legally speaking, the Holy Maiden of Light is still considered a Loren citizen. In order to avoid trouble caused by the three major families, the entire operation to welcome the Holy Maiden is being carried out in secret, and it is impossible to handle anything such as the relocation of residents in advance.

However, after a two-week voyage, the secret operation ensured that the journey was not hindered by any trouble, but left these desperate guys to realize that something was wrong and hastily come up with some disgusting methods.

But the most important question is, where did the Holy Lord go?

Julius frowned slightly and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Hmm? Commander, are you perhaps planning to forcibly defy the laws of the Holy City?"

Upon seeing this, the elder's lips curled up. "This is not something a believer of the Holy Church should do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Templars behind him also placed their hands on their weapons.

The elder was eager for Julius to lead his men out of here, and even better, to slash him a couple of times, so that his mission would be perfectly accomplished.

Julius understood the man's intentions. Although he felt disgusted by the man's appearance, he had to put away his sword because the man was now representing the image of the Holy Maiden.

If he were to strike, the Holy Maiden would gain a reputation in the Holy City for "disregarding the law and indiscriminately killing the innocent" even before taking office, which would inevitably be detrimental to future events.

As the commander of the First Knights, Julius, though he did not often deal with the political organs of the Holy City, had some understanding of the thoughts of these cunning old foxes after so many years of experience.

"Mr. Julius."

Just then, a gentle voice sounded behind Julius.

"Your Excellency, what are your orders?"

Julius paused for a moment, then immediately turned around and bowed respectfully.

As expected, the Holy Maiden remained calm and wise, reminding herself not to act impulsively at this moment.

With such a wise saintess leading the way, as long as we weather this dark time, the Holy City will surely have a bright future...

Who is this old gentleman?

Ella then asked.

Just as Julius was about to speak, the elder smiled and spoke first, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Borolik Panros, the deacon in charge of the western district of the Holy City."

Ella nodded gently, her demeanor dignified. "Orfindo, please make a note of this."

"clear."

Orphnoch took out a small notebook and wrote a few words in it.

Write this down? Write down what?

Julius listened, and for a moment he was a little surprised.

Elder Panlos was also somewhat puzzled. What did this mean? Was it an implication that he would settle scores later?

This saintess must be playing house with schoolchildren; she wouldn't think he'd be afraid of such a threat, would she?

After a brief silence, Ella was heard calling out softly, "Ye Xiao."

"exist."

"Execution."

"As ordered."

"Whoosh"

The sword flashed.

Elder Penrose's head flew into the air.

Crimson blood splattered across the snow-white holy robes, and Ye Xiao's ghostly figure was already behind several astonished priests.

His face still wore that indifferent yet gloomy expression, the back of his trench coat billowing in the wind, and the silver-white longsword in his hand already sheathed.

It wasn't until the old man's head, still bearing a kind smile, rolled to the ground and his headless body swayed and fell that the priests and the Templars behind them realized what had happened, and they cried out as they drew their longswords from their waists.

"Elder Penrose!!!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Damn it!! How dare you..."

"The one who just swore,"

Ella parted her lips slightly again, her tone as gentle as ever, but the words she uttered did not bring warmth to the listener: "Execution."

"As ordered."

With a calm reply, Ye Xiao simply unleashed another lightning-fast blade.

The fragile priest, skilled in divine arts, had no chance to react to the close-combat swordsman's strike; in the blink of an eye, his head fell to the ground.

"you……"

The remaining priests' expressions shifted from panic to fear. One hand instinctively reached out to raise, but upon meeting Ye Xiao's calm gaze, they ultimately trembled and covered their mouths.

Ye Xiao didn't release any oppressive magic or aura; he simply stood there quietly, yet it was as if he had created a vacuum, causing the surrounding crowd to tremble and retreat.

A large group of Templar Knights stood outside, gripping their weapons nervously. Their leader, the elder, had fallen, and for a moment they were at a loss as to what to do.

Ye Xiao glanced at the knights. "Still holding weapons? What, are you planning a rebellion too?"

The Templar Knights exchanged glances, then looked at the Attendant Knight standing guard ahead, radiating an invisible killing intent, and the Holy Maiden riding a unicorn, a slight smile playing on her lips, her crimson eyes haughtily looking down at them. In the end, they obediently lowered their weapons.

Hearing the clanging sound of weapons hitting the ground, Ye Xiao's lips curled into a slight smile. He sheathed his sword, raised his chin at the hundreds of knights, and spoke in a deep voice: