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Isabella's ethereal words pierced through the rain, her voice clear and resonant, as if emanating from the vast environment itself, naturally formed by the churning torrents and the sounds of raindrops pounding against the surface.

"But this also created a weakness in Him, because the divine kingdom was too vast, and even if His people managed to pry open a crack, He would not be able to detect it."

The fake saintess listened, initially not quite understanding, but then, when she realized what she had heard, her pupils suddenly contracted.

"What did you just say? Wait... did you do it???"

"It was you who allowed the God of Light to be tainted by chaos!!!"

The rain poured down, and although Isabella's figure did not reappear, the fake saintess, just by looking at the torrential rain, seemed to see a smile quietly appear on Isabella's lips.

"You're smarter than I thought."

"What are you kidding!?"

The fake saintess's voice trembled slightly, "You are nothing but a..."

"A mere human?"

Isabella's voice seemed to be full of mockery.

"This is why He deserved to fall: His arrogance as a god."

As soon as the words were spoken, several giant waves, each as high as a seven or eight-story building, rose majestically from the surging waters around them, surging towards the tiny girl in the center from all directions.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that she could not escape the range of the giant wave's attack, the fake saintess opened her hands and immediately summoned a golden dome above her head, enveloping herself and the white tower beside her.

"boom"

The towering waves pounded the golden barrier, causing it to tremble. The fake saintess turned pale, and terrifying cracks appeared on her beautiful face.

She had to constantly protect the White Tower and the citizens with holy light, leaving her no time to repair and maintain the body she had sculpted.

But more importantly, she didn't understand what was going on with this Isabella. Her senses spread out and covered almost half the city, but she still couldn't find the real body that the guy was hiding.

She felt as if she were fighting against the natural disaster itself, which was caused by the flood, and there was no one to attack.

She realized she had to find Isabella's true form; otherwise, continuing like this would offer no chance of victory.

Just as the fake saintess was distracted in thought, a slender black shadow quietly emerged from the water that reached above her waist.

"Ah, you and He are surprisingly similar at this moment."

"He thinks he's protecting a lowly ant, out of arrogance at his own power. And you, what is your purpose?"

The fake saintess, her hands supporting the holy light dome, gritted her teeth, about to retort, when she suddenly felt a chill in her chest.

not good!

Her gaze fell, and she saw a black snake coiled around her waist, its sharp fangs bared as it bit down hard on her wet chest.

"It doesn't matter what it is anymore, because your endings won't be much different."

“I will kill you, just as I killed your father.”

A piercing pain spread from the fake saintess's chest, and dark lines, like a spider web, spread along her fair skin.

She could no longer support the enormous barrier, and with a tremor of her arm, the golden light in the sky shattered like glass.

As towering waves crashed down, the fake saintess clutched her chest and bowed in anguish.

The cunning black snake slithered through the opening, carving out a passage. Its beady pupils revealed a baby tightly wrapped in flesh and blood inside the girl's abdomen.

Chapter 137 Stormy Waves

Strictly speaking, the false saintess is not a complete deity.

There was a problem with her birth, so that she only had a soul and no complete body.

She became a stillborn child, so much so that only the power of light could heal her and allow her to grow a new body in order to maintain the appearance of a normal "person".

She usually concealed her true form within the appearance of a young girl, but the ferocious black snake had already set its sights on the true body that housed her soul.

Fortunately, just as it opened its huge mouth and its sharp fangs were about to bite the baby's body, a golden light suddenly shone from the flesh and blood, burning the snake's body to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The fake saint covered her heart with her left hand and, enduring the pain, extended her right hand towards the empty space of the church not far away.

Finally, just as the waves were about to crash down, the dome formed by holy light opened up once more.

This time, however, the barrier was not as large as before; it was only enough to cover the sky above the church, but could no longer protect the fake saintess's own body.

The giant wave crashed down, causing the golden roof to tremble several times before shattering, but ultimately protecting the citizens inside.

But the fake saintess's tiny body was swallowed by the giant wave and submerged in the endless ocean.

"Lord Angel!"

"No! God above, how could this happen!!"

The crowded citizens in the church peered out the windows, watching the golden ray of light disappear into the wind and waves, and murmured their worries.

They saw the false saint with golden wings on her back sheltering them in golden light, and they thought she was an angel sent by God to save the city from danger.

But even the powerful angels who could summon countless stars were overwhelmed by this man-eating, ferocious wave, and the priests and citizens couldn't help but show expressions of despair.

"Hahahaha... Angels? That's ridiculous."

Isabella's charming laughter rang out, her slender figure woven into shape by the rain, her bare feet stepping on the rushing waves.

She looked at the church swaying precariously in the wind and waves, her voice filled with mockery and coldness.

"Humble ants, when faced with crisis, only know how to crave protection. They don't care who they are praying to, they just wishfully believe that someone will come to save everything."

"This is the tragedy that only exists under the rule of gods: a race, a world of beings, whose very survival and future depend on the whims of a single will."

“When he is pleased you you live; when he is angry you die. Life and death are in his hands. You should regard the chains he has put on you as a blessing.”

"Ants that don't even have the ambition to become strong are even more ridiculous for clinging to such cowardice as a belief."

Isabella curled her lips in disdain, raised her hand, and the surging waves transformed into a large, deep blue hand that lifted a trembling figure to the church window.

It was a stillborn fetus covered in blood, its features fused together on its withered face. Its toothless mouth opened and closed, writhing like the orifices of a demon.

The long umbilical cord dangled over the wrinkled abdomen, and the thin limbs twitched slightly.

People in the windows saw the stillborn baby on the waves, a sight that only made them feel uneasy. Some looked horrified and screamed, while others covered their mouths, their faces pale.

Is it disgusting? Is it terrifying?

“Foolish believers, this is what you think of as an 'angel'.”

“You don’t even know what you are asking for. You just see that the other party is powerful and kneel down to beg for protection with joy. Now that you see the truth, you shrink back and are at a loss.”

Isabella swept her eyes across the crowd in the church with hatred.

"But don't worry, I'm not like Him. I'm very fair. I'll treat ants like you the same way... and destroy you."

As the cold voice fell, several enormous water snakes shot into the sky from the waves.

Perhaps that enormous body should be called a dragon, twisting into several strands as it charged toward the church, which had no more protection.

The fetus, caught in the waves, watched all this with its eyes squinted. Its short arms trembled as it raised them, spreading its thin fingers, as if it still wanted to try to stop the water snake that was rising into the air.

Unfortunately, in this state, she was no longer able to release holy light, and her palms only managed to grasp a few raindrops falling from the sky.

In the end... I still couldn't protect anything...?

The fake saint's vision became blurred due to her tears.

Gone... the city he entrusted to her.

I still have things I want to say to him...

She still wanted to proudly tell him... that she had protected everything...

Between her short fingers, she saw a water snake whistling across the dark, cloud-covered sky.

But the next moment, a dazzling blade of light pierced the sky, severing the water snakes in half in an instant.

The snake's body shattered, becoming a curtain of rain that danced in the air.

"What...it's you!?!"

Isabella's surprised voice suddenly echoed in the false saint's ears.

"How could this be... Why aren't you dead?!"

Her breathing was a little unsteady; this was the first time the fake saintess had ever heard the other party sound so panicked.

Who is it...?

The fake saintess was initially confused, until then, a familiar, almost unbelievably languid voice rang out.

"What, you're surprised I'm still alive?"

The fake saintess felt her body sway slightly, presumably because the seawater hand supporting her had been shattered.

Then she felt herself being pulled into a strong embrace, and a black coat was draped over her small body.

Although her rain-soaked coat was very wet, the fake saint felt only endless peace and warmth at that moment.

Just because she looked up, she saw the profile of the man whose face was covered by messy bangs, a face that might ruin her life.

His half-closed eyes seemed somewhat indifferent, and the raindrops outlined the handsome lines of his chin.

"Ye Xiao!!!"

Isabella's hateful screams echoed between heaven and earth.

"You damned ant, how are you still alive?!"

“You immortal creature can live for hundreds of years, so what’s wrong with me living a few more years?”

Ye Xiao stood on the church roof, holding the fetus that the fake saintess had transformed into in one arm. He shrugged and smiled, "Sorry, I'm going to ruin your plans again, you beasts of the Dark Shepherds."

"Ah……"

Looking at Ye Xiao, Isabella's angry voice calmed down slightly, "Although I don't know how you survived, it doesn't matter. Without the protection of the Holy Maiden of Light, you're nothing but trash."

"That's a bit hurtful of you to say,"

Ye Xiao waved his finger, "If you don't beat me, wouldn't you be even worse than trash?"

Isabella, enraged, laughed and waved her hand, sending several giant waves soaring into the sky and crashing down on the church.

Ye Xiao's eyes immediately sharpened, he stepped forward in a horse stance, and drew his sword from its sheath with a fierce motion.

The blade flashed against the layered waves, splitting them in two.

Amidst the shattered spray of waves, the ghostly figure had vanished.

Before Isabella could react, the man's figure appeared behind her, riding on the waves, and with a horizontal slash, he instantly sliced ​​her body open.

Chapter 138 The Roots of Rossiya

The flash of the blade faded, and Isabella, who had been split in two, simply scattered into ripples and fell into the sea.

The fake saintess slightly opened her mouth, trying to remind Ye Xiao that Isabella was very strange, as her true form could not be seen in most of the holy city.

Ye Xiao remained calm, seemingly unsurprised as he watched Isabella's body melt into water. He casually tossed a throwing knife into a nearby wall that had not yet collapsed.

The next second, a giant hand made of water emerged from the sea beneath his feet and clenched its fist.

At the same time, Ye Xiao teleported to the location where the flying knife had been, dodging the grab just in time.

As the rain poured down, Isabella conjured a new clone, watching Ye Xiao's movements through the rain curtain, and a sense of irritation arose in her heart.

Although Ye Xiao would take the initiative to attack and cut down her water clones, he mostly just passively defended and dodged, occasionally intercepting her attacks that she manipulated to bring down rain for the surrounding churches.

The fake saintess transformed into an infant. Since she no longer needed to participate in the battle, once she recovered, she was able to continuously summon holy light to protect the church.

Unlike the fake saintess, who was a mage, Ye Xiao couldn't unleash many powerful attacks, but he moved through the waves with his agility and speed, and Isabella couldn't do anything to him for a while.

"Is all you ever do is flit around like an annoying flea?"

"I'd like to see if your clown dance skills can hold up this."

Isabella's voice was like thunder, and the floodwaters on the ground surged and swirled, slowly forming a huge whirlpool.

Within the vortex, countless deep blue arms formed from the water flow emerged, densely packed and swirling as they rose, their outline resembling a giant lotus flower in full bloom.

The magic overflowing from the waves condensed into a black sphere at the center of the Thousand-Handed Lotus, distorting the surrounding elements and even causing crackling, tearing patterns of light like electric arcs.