The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"This idea has also attracted more and more people to join and become scholars of the society."

"But how could everything be so easy?"

"The souls that reside in Paradise will undergo mutations as they remain separated from their bodies for longer periods. Initially, the scholars who learned about this thought it was a conspiracy by demons, but later research revealed that it was simply a defect inherent in ordinary life itself."

"They are not gods who transcend all things, nor are they immortal beings blessed by the laws. The souls of ordinary beings are subject to wear and tear and aging."

"So they researched and concluded that for the souls of Hope Town to have a truly long life like the immortal species, they must be protected by the laws."

"And this is something only gods can do."

"Scholars once chose to give up, as goals beyond the reach of ordinary people only brought despair."

"Until a man named Evans found us."

Chapter Forty-Eight: Raoul's Request

【6: 14】

“Evans told us that he would find a way to create gods for us.” Ye Xiao easily parried the sword that Roll thrust out. Now his steps had become quite slow, like a robot that was about to run out of power. “He persuaded the scholars to become the priests of Hope Town and brought an unconscious soul.”

"This soul is so... unique, possessing the purest spirit and an extreme affinity for magic."

“He said that as long as that unconscious soul is given the faith of the townspeople, and a way to solidify divinity is found… this soul will then gather a divine kingdom, divine people, and divinity, and become a true god… and because it is unconscious, this god will become a god shared by Hope Town.”

"We did just that, gradually increasing the population of Hope Town and exploring alchemical techniques for transformation and evolution..."

"Until one day, the scholars discovered... that the alchemical modifications were gradually beginning to erode the consciousness of the original soul."

"Those whose bodies and souls have been 'evolved' by the alchemy of Hope Town will gradually be controlled and become slaves to the 'evolved' parts... The higher the degree of transformation, the higher the degree of erosion and control."

"'Evolution' gradually solidified into... the authority of that soul—and that soul was controlled by Evans."

"He deceived us all... The Engineering Society fell into his hands... He also controlled the consciousness of the residents..."

"The parts on my body are all made by me... so the degree of corrosion is relatively low... but my soul is in Hope Town after all, and as the power of the gods increases... my replacement of my own parts will gradually be incorporated into the process of 'evolution'."

"So, while I can still control part of my consciousness... I've been searching for someone who might be able to help us..."

"For this, I made a deal with Lord Mammon... with my soul... He promised to bring me your help..."

“Mr. Ye… this is all I can tell you…” Rol’s voice began to stutter. Perhaps, as he said, as Freya drew closer to becoming a true god, his consciousness would no longer belong to him. “Forgive me for leading you into such a perilous situation…”

“I don’t know how to express my sincerity… but I truly love Hope Town, and I love the society that once aimed at salvation… I can only plead with you…”

"Please save us, save the society... save... hope..."

Luo's voice grew softer and softer, but his body began to move more nimbly and his movements became increasingly agile.

Even so, Luo Er continued to thrust his sword at places where he couldn't hit Ye Xiao.

His voice seemed to have exhausted all its strength as he uttered the last three words:

"Kill...me..."

Ye Xiao sighed softly. He dodged away, his hand gripping the knife hilt tightly before loosening it.

Watching the mechanical gentleman's physique and swordsmanship become increasingly sharp, but his movements were no longer elegant and instead became more and more savage, Ye Xiao finally made up his mind.

While the opponent's consciousness still allowed him to delay his physical movements, he seized the opportunity presented by the opponent's unnatural opening and slashed out with his sword.

The mottled brass head rolled to the ground, its rusty parts scattered around. The optical lenses that made up the eyes reflected Ye Xiao's figure, blinked a few times, and then slowly closed.

The mechanical gentleman, whom I had only met twice, fell beneath the giant clock, his tiny figure tumbling down the steps and into the surging crowd below.

Ye Xiao glanced at the countdown.

【5: 36】

……

On the other side of the Cathedral Square, Bishop William launched another attack on Evans.

He stood with his sword in hand, chanting loudly. His red robes billowed and rustled with the oppressive aura. The silver sword in his hand emitted countless streams of light that tumbled in the air and transformed into countless holy sword beams, which then converged into a wave that surged toward Evans.

Faced with the overwhelming flash of swords, Evans finally made a move.

He tapped the floor lightly with the end of his ceremonial staff, and a blinding light shot up from the tip of the staff, which was inlaid with a red gem, converging into a huge sword blade.

This was none other than the holy light spell "Sword of Judgment" that Ella had seen in class.

“Tobias, the people of the Society of Crafts want to create gods.” With a casual wave of his hand, Evans caused the sword light summoned by Bishop William to scatter like water cut off, turning into golden specks that fell like rain across the stone steps. “They are building a divine kingdom in hell, guiding the souls of beings in this world into that kingdom to become their people… Do you think they’ve gone mad? But I see hope in them.”

The sword array he had painstakingly summoned with his spiritual power was broken in one move, and Bishop William was already somewhat overwhelmed.

He was panting heavily as he tried to dodge Evans's Judgment Blade as it swung again, but a golden magic circle suddenly lit up beneath his feet, rendering his legs immobile for a moment.

Left with no other choice, he raised his sword to block, and the powerful slash shattered the silver sword in his hand.

Blood gushed out, staining the stone steps red. Bishop William knelt on one knee, a slanted gash on his chest extending from his shoulder to his thigh.

The two rings on his hands cracked and fell to the ground with a slight sound. Even with two enchanted protective spells activated at the same time, Bishop William was almost cleaved in two.

But when faced with a life-or-death situation, he felt no fear; instead, his eyes seemed to grow even more fervent.

Golden light emanated from him as he slowly rose from the steps, his gaze behind the monocle becoming increasingly like that of a beast ready to devour its prey.

"This is the blessing that the Holy Light bestows upon the Templars, this is what you seek." Evans' gaze remained calm as he continued speaking, though it seemed he was no longer addressing Bishop William. "The lives of millions are exchanged for a sanctuary. As mortals, this price is actually quite small."

Bishop William, enveloped in holy light, conjured a golden longsword in his hand, with specks of holy light floating around him, and the immense pressure he exuded was constantly increasing.

Bishop William charged toward Evans again, but along the way, golden chains rose from the ground, covering the entire staircase, and swung and twisted like nimble pythons, instantly coiling around Bishop William's body.

The chains yanked Bishop William into the air, then slammed him to the ground, the holy light enveloping his body scattering like shattered armor plates.

The cardinal, his body mangled and bloodied, struggled to his feet against the force of the chains, but was immediately knocked to the ground by Evans with a ceremonial staff infused with holy light.

Some blood stained Evans' white robes, but he paid no attention. He simply summoned a golden sword of judgment from the tip of his staff and plunged it into the back of the head of Bishop William, who was lying on the ground being continuously healed by holy light.

Chapter 49 Greta and Freya

"Lord High Priest."

The girl's light, melodious voice rang out just as the sword tip was about to pierce Bishop William's head.

Ella, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "It is not appropriate for bloodshed to occur on Pilgrimage Day. Bishop William is also a believer of my Lord. Let him go."

High Priest Evans's aged face held a complex expression. He didn't understand what Ella had considered that made her suddenly speak up to stop him, but he dared not move his staff at this moment.

He initially invited this young lady from the Heville family into the sanctuary not only out of respect for the coronation of angels from the sanctuary's perspective, but also out of doubt and curiosity about the appearance of this strange chosen one.

Based on what he had seen, the Chosen Ones of Light should not appear in the present world.

But this saintess was born in such a strange way that he had to bring her into the sanctuary and keep her under his watchful eye, otherwise he would never have peace of mind.

During this time, he also discovered some vague clues, but even now, he still doesn't understand what the other party is.

“Lady Heville, you didn’t stop the blood sacrifice of millions in the square, but now you’re stopping me from killing a priest you don’t know well,” Evans cautiously decided to test the waters with words. After all, his goal wasn’t to kill Ella Heville; the best outcome would be if she didn’t mess up his ritual. “I don’t quite understand your thinking.”

“There will naturally be people over there who will stop your ceremony,” Ella admitted. “I am just the chief priest of the ceremony, ensuring the safety of everyone here.”

High Priest Evans frowned. "No one can stop the descent of the gods."

Ella didn't reply.

"What if I insist on killing him?" Evans asked tentatively.

“You can give it a try,” Ella said calmly.

Ella hadn't really thought about anything too complicated. Ye Xiao was trying to turn the tide in Hope Town, and since there was an opportunity to solve the problem directly there, it was best for Ella to hold back for the time being and not let her identity as the evil god be exposed to the public.

But if Evans dared to kill innocent people right under her nose just because she wasn't intervening, Ella wouldn't tolerate it.

However, High Priest Evans couldn't understand why this saint would suddenly protect Bishop William.

These two people clearly didn't seem to know each other very well.

"Never mind, there's no rush," Evans thought to himself.

Once the magic circle is activated and Freya becomes a true god, this strange saintess will no longer be a threat.

As for what Ella said about someone stopping the divine descent in Hope Town, Evans didn't take it seriously—he roughly knew who Ella was referring to, but he had enough confidence in "Freya".

Evans withdrew his staff, leaving the chains binding the dying and helpless Bishop William, and walked to the side of the steps, where he also began to wait silently.

Outside the sanctuary, the Imperial City Guards and the Royal Knights had already gathered at the edge of the massive blue barrier, but even the destructive magic unleashed by several court mages could not create even a single breach in this deep blue barrier.

The imperial army had no way to deal with the barrier, which was as solid as a tortoise shell.

……

【5: 00】

On the Hope Town side, Ye Xiao, panting heavily, finally climbed the last spiral staircase and arrived at the top of the tower.

At the top of the tower is a huge, operating magic circle. In the center of the magic circle, a huge crystal ball, as big as a carriage, is slowly rotating, with countless magic circuits flowing with a pale blue halo.

As the large crystal ball spun, dazzling blue specks of light fell out of the tower like stars that had been thrown out.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and drew his long sword from its sheath.

It seems like we should definitely blow this thing up.

……

The moment Ye Xiao stepped onto the top of the tower, Freya below sensed it, and a hint of killing intent appeared on her cold face.

She was about to fly up to the top of the tower when her body suddenly dissolved into a golden liquid.

But the magic surrounding her instantly poured into Freya's body, and countless brass-colored threads burst forth from the broken part of her breast, which had been dissolved to only half its original size. These threads intertwined and gradually formed the shape of bones and muscle fibers. As her skin was also woven back into threads, it was restored to its original state.

Freya's physical body recovered, but her clothes had completely dissolved. However, she didn't care. Naked, she looked at the pink-haired maid yawning in the open space, her face as cold as ice: "You also want to provoke the gods?"

"Ah... if I had known you were the core, I should have just killed you back then," Greta yawned, her eyes welling up with tears, as if she was getting sleepier and sleepier. "Ah, so sleepy... that bastard... if it weren't for following him, I wouldn't have been rejected by the divine kingdom like this..."

Freya first pointed a finger to the sky, and several strands of silk floated out from her fingertip, instantly weaving into dozens of intricately structured mechanical eagles that circled around her. Then, she gently tapped her finger downwards, and the eagles swooped down, transforming into dozens of straight lines that pierced towards Gretia.

With just a wave of her hand, Greta's alchemical golems, which Freya had subsequently created, exploded into scattered gold dust in mid-air, crackling and popping like a grand fireworks display.

The gradually spreading explosion not only affected the eagle puppet Freya had created, but also caused various parts of her body to suddenly swell up as if golden pustules had grown, before exploding with a "bang".

But this time, unlike the horrific scene before when her entire body was dissolved, it only broke through Freya's metallic-looking skin, revealing her no-human brass bones. The next second, countless threads extended from the edges of the blasted skin, weaving the wound back into a smooth surface.

"Adapting so quickly... No wonder she is the authority of 'evolution'..." Gradia bit her pink lips lightly. After all, she was just an incarnation projected into another's divine kingdom, while Freya, although not a complete god, was the original, and her powers had gradually begun to take shape.

She might not be able to win this match.

Although this place originated in her own territory, the initial deal limited her right to interfere, and projecting an avatar into it was the limit of what she could do.

The only hope is that Ye Xiao successfully destroys the tower's magic array...

As Greta pondered, she suddenly heard two deafening roars. Her gaze fell upon the scorpion lion that had been split open beside the tower. The two halves of flesh sprouted mechanical bodies made of brass components, which transformed into two scorpion lions that roared and flew toward the top of the tower.

amount……

Greta's lips twitched slightly as she watched the two manticores soaring through the sky—if Ye Xiao were to die, taking his soul back to hell wouldn't be such a bad deal.

Chapter Fifty: Holy Flame

【4: 32】

Top of the tower.

Ye Xiao gripped his long sword tightly, took a step forward, gathered his strength, and slashed at the crystal ball in the center of the tower, which was covered with magic array patterns. However, the sharp blade only left a negligible mark on the crystal ball before a tremendous force erupted, sending Ye Xiao flying several meters away.

It's getting harder and harder, like a turtle shell...

Ye Xiao got up, panting. At first, the crystal ball would have left noticeable marks after a couple of cuts, but now the marks were almost invisible.

It's probably difficult to cut it open with a knife. I can only wait for the effects of the blue bottle to replenish my mental energy, and then use Ella's Evil God Contract to unleash a powerful attack to see if I can blow it up.

The sound of the surging crowd below grew louder and louder, and the residents of Hope Town and the alchemy guards seemed to be catching up soon.

Ye Xiao could only sit on the ground and continue to take out a bottle of mental energy potion and drink it.

Although drinking multiple bottles of blue medicine in a short period of time is not very effective, just like taking two pills or a whole bottle of medicine will not affect the speed of recovery.

But at least it's some effort.

Just as I was thinking this, a familiar and loud roar came from below.

Ye Xiao, with a bottle in his mouth and his ears covered, saw a colossal creature stretch out its metal wings and soar into the sky from the edge of the tower.