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Chapter Fifty-Four: The Black Saintess

In the Holy Square of the Imperial City, the silver-haired saintess, who had been kneeling in silent worship, now had her thin lips slightly parted.

"Lord Evans, you have lost."

The high priest, holding the ritual staff, seemed to have some disbelief in his eyes. He looked up at the Hope Town, which was now a mess in the sky, his lips moving as if he didn't know what had happened there.

In his usually calm gaze, an uncontrollable despair slowly crept into his pupils.

"My Freya...it's impossible..."

"impossible……"

How could sixteen years of planning be destroyed in an instant?

Who exactly is this person who could defeat a god residing in his own divine kingdom?

"Why……"

High Priest Evans, his voice hoarse and his body hunched, staggered as a wooden statue fell from his arms.

It was a humanoid figure dressed in a shepherd's robe, with an empty face just like the god of light. The only difference was that its body was covered with cracks, like wood that had cracked after being exposed to the sun.

"I just want to find refuge, I just want to see my lover..."

Ella, watching the incessantly talking old man, couldn't help but sigh. "Give up, Lord Evans. It's all over."

"Am I crazy?... What makes you think I'm crazy?" Evans's words were incoherent, as if he were hallucinating.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, staring blankly at the saintess kneeling on the stone steps, the madness in his eyes intensifying. "No... I understand..."

“I understand... Ella Havil... it’s you…”

"...You are the root of all madness...I finally understand...I finally understand!"

As Evans muttered incoherently, the statue that had fallen to the ground began to float slowly, and wisps of dark black mist emerged from the cracks in the statue.

"I knew it... I should have known..."

The mist clung to Evans's aged arm, transforming into eerie patterns like a spiderweb.

"It's all because of you... Ella Hayville...it's all because of you!!!" Evans gritted his teeth, countless voices seemed to echo in his mind, finally coalescing into a hoarse roar, "The power of the gods cannot resurrect her...then you will all be buried with her!!!"

As the words fell, the enormous magic array covering the entire square suddenly emitted a dark red light, as if the vast sky piled with clouds had been dyed a deep blood red.

The blood-red sky slowly descended, and the people in the square were no longer petrified, but instead knelt on the ground, emitting painful wails.

The paladin's pale armor was cracked, revealing deep, dark patterns. The believers lay sprawled on the ground, their faces contorted. The adventurers guarding the wall also had bloodshot eyes and limp limbs, as if something was drawing their souls away.

Only the holy figure with silver hair on the steps seemed unaffected.

Ella slowly stood up, her gaze fixed on the high priest through the silk veil covering her eyes.

【1: 53】

The countdown started again. Although Ella had anticipated this, seeing that the mission hadn't been completed yet, she hadn't expected that the things buried deep in the High Priest's heart would be so mad.

The girl sighed. Since Ye Xiao wasn't there, it was up to her to take action.

Let them be regarded as evil gods; it's better than letting millions of lives be sacrificed.

Anyway, she wasn't interested in the position of saintess at first.

More importantly... she'd wanted to beat this bastard up for ages!

“Ella Hayville…Come, let me reveal your true face to this world…!!!” Evans’ limbs began to twist and stretch, his belly slowly swelled up like a balloon, and his ten fingers became thin and sharp, like withered branches.

The silver-haired girl's delicate and lovely face was slightly upturned at the corners of her mouth. A slender hand gently touched her cheek and removed the silk, revealing bewitching blood-red eyes. Her pink lips parted slightly, and her light and melodious voice immediately echoed throughout the entire square:

"Ants are ants after all, and mortals dare to challenge the gods."

Since his identity as an evil god has already been exposed, saying some villainous lines shouldn't be a big problem.

Evans' body swelled and grew larger, tearing his loose divine robes. The folds of his belly sucked the bizarre wooden statue into his body, and the ritual staff was held in his palm, which was as big as a door, like a long, thin fork.

"Gurgle...waa..."

The words uttered from his thick throat were completely incomprehensible, and his eyes, hidden beneath his bloated face, darted around.

Seeing the highest-ranking bishop of the Loren Church in such a terrifying state, the clergy, who were suffering from the pain of having their souls ripped away, were filled with fear.

If the sight of the upside-down town's cathedral square in the sky just now was like being caught in a storm, then the current scene is like hell on earth.

Faced with the enormous arm that swung at her like a withered tree, Ella simply raised her two small hands, and a deep black filth, like a quagmire, overflowed from her pure white gloves.

The filth that fell to the ground instantly grew into countless tall tentacles, like a gigantic octopus lurking in the ground, waving its huge tentacles to entwine Evans's withered, branch-like arms.

Black sludge began to spread from the hem of Ella's skirt, creeping along the stone steps and outwards, like an expanding abyss that relentlessly devoured everything around it.

At the center of the magic circle covering the entire square, a patch of fungus appeared that kept spreading. The incantations, eroded by silt, flickered a few times like a faulty light bulb before going out.

Endless sludge surged across the ground like a tsunami, crashing against the outer walls of the barrier and even creating huge waves.

The agonizing believers, witnessing this horrifying scene, were filled with nothing but despair.

Darkness instantly engulfed the crowd in the square. They felt as if countless tiny worms were crawling into their skin, their mouths and noses were suffocating, and there was no light in their vision.

While the summoned tentacles were grappling with Evans, Ella decisively activated the Abyss Gate to destroy the magic circle covering the entire plaza. After all, who knew if the grotesque Evans would sacrifice some people to gain power?

Although I haven't seen the other side use this trick yet, villains in other movies and novels all have this kind of despicable tactic.

As for the people who were submerged in the silt summoned by the Abyss Gate, apart from feeling a bit grotesque, they were naturally unharmed. On the contrary, there was a lot of "healing holy light" inside to repair the wounds of these believers whose souls were damaged by the operation of the magic circle.

The magic circle was destroyed, and the blood-red sky shook violently, even blurring the reflection of Hope Town in the sky.

"No way!!!"

Evans, half-submerged in mud, seemed unable to believe his eyes. He roared and swung his massive arms to tear away the tentacles that entwined him.

The severed tentacles twisted and oozed black sludge, dripping onto Evans's arm and suddenly turning into raging black flames, burning his arm into a dark charcoal amidst the high priest's wails.

Chapter Fifty-Five Mad Bishop

Beneath a blood-red sky that blots out the sun, a bloated and mad bishop and a dark saintess dressed in a white dress, bathed in filth, confront each other in the ruined church square, while below the steps lie millions of people swallowed by the abyss.

This bizarre and insane scene is deeply imprinted in the eyes of every pilgrim who comes to worship.

Ella stepped onto the rising giant tentacle, her petite body rising to the same height as the massive Evans.

The howling wind blew away the veil on her head, and her long silver hair flowed freely in the wind. She raised one hand high, and the mud in her palm transformed into a jet-black scythe of judgment, with black flames dancing on the blade.

"Evans, did you see the person you wanted to see?"

Touching his burned arm, Evans, his face covered with a long white beard, raised his head. His frail body couldn't hold on much longer anyway.

The disrupted divine descent ritual backfired, and the vast magic array he controlled was eroded by silt. Even the god he painstakingly forged was defeated by the apostle who borrowed Ella's divine authority. How could he possibly be a match for this saintess?

He probably never thought he could win; his final roar was just a martyrdom for the madness that had taken root in his heart.

His dry, sunken eye sockets, with their deep brown, amber-like eyes, first reflected countless believers rising from the mud, then looked at the scythe in the girl's hand, a glimmer of clarity seemingly flashing within them.

"If you are a god... that would be fine too."

An aged yet kind voice gently rang out, just as respectable as when it instructed the young clergy.

Then came a hoarse roar from a parched voice that resounded through the heavens and earth, as if the words spoken just moments before were merely an illusion.

Evans swung his remaining arm, which was withered and thick like a giant tree sweeping across the ground.

The tentacles under Ella's feet flicked their sharp tendrils, tossing her tiny figure high into the air.

She gripped a long-handled scythe taller than herself, its black, fiery tail trailing in a straight line as she descended from the sky, narrowly missing the bloated bishop who lunged menacingly upwards.

With a single stroke, the splattered blood instantly stained the marble brick wall red.

The crimson raindrops, pelted from its massive body, poured down, seemingly washing away the mud on the ground.

The black abyss covering the plaza sank into the ground, revealing white stone bricks. As the barrier disappeared, the dark red sky slowly rose.

The town's reflection, hanging upside down in the sky, gradually thinned out like a mirage. The layers of clouds that had accumulated in the sky also dispersed, and the sunlight that pierced through the darkness turned into dazzling beams of light that fell on the group of people who were just waking up from a dream.

The countdown then stopped.

As if they had suddenly returned from hell to the human world, the people who had escaped death in the square gazed at this beautiful celestial phenomenon that seemed like a miracle.

The saintess, draped in a long white dress, was still bathed in sunlight. Her petite figure was pure and dignified, but her deep red eyes on her fair face looked somewhat eerie.

If it weren't for the sight of the enormous bishop's body, now drained of blood, leaning against the crumbling gate of the ceremonial hall behind her, its swollen belly rising and falling slightly, everyone would have vaguely felt that the pain and despair they had just experienced were merely a brief nightmare.

The Templar Knights stared at the girl standing quietly on the stone steps for a long time before they reacted, picked up their halberds, and quickly lined up to surround the stone steps.

The elders, still shaken, stood up. A small group went to urge the young priests, who were still not fully recovered, to quickly end the ceremony and disperse the common believers and nobles who had come to worship.

The remaining elders and senior priests all turned their gazes toward the man in a long red robe who was slowly ascending the seventy-seven steps.

Tobias William, the cardinal from the Holy City, could only take over the situation as the nominal supreme commander of the Holy Church after the apostasy of Archbishop and High Priest Evans of the Church of Loren and the heretical divine power displayed by Saint Ella.

Bishop William, gently wiping the slightly damaged monocle, looked somewhat helpless, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Lady Heville... to be honest, you've given me a real problem."

“Your Excellency Bishop William, just do what you’re supposed to do.” Ella nodded slightly, raised her hands to her chest, and gestured for him to put the shackles on her.

Anyway, the dungeon under the White Tower where Dean is kept definitely can't hold her. She can just kick down the wall and run away.

However, with so many people around, we still need to give the church some face. After all, the situation has been eased with great difficulty, and we can't let it be disrupted again because she wants to run away.

“Since you are the chosen one of the God of Light, why do you still need to use magic other than the Holy Light?” Bishop William stood there, seemingly still hesitating about something.

“Can I say… that my Holy Light magic is really bad?” Ella sighed. “I don’t even know why I was chosen by the God of Light.”

Seeing the girl's slightly helpless expression, the young cardinal was also very troubled. "But even now, I still find it hard to associate you with... an evil god."

"Haha, I don't think I am either." Seeing Bishop William's complicated expression, Ella couldn't help but grin mischievously, brushing a strand of hair that was being blown by the wind behind her ear, and said softly, "But according to the doctrines of the Holy Temple, I should be considered... Is this a bit surprising to you that the Holy Maiden is actually an evil god?"

This unintentional display of charm was like a spring breeze, and combined with the sunlight filtering through the clouds, it momentarily stunned Bishop William, whose heart was filled with nothing but faith.

"Ahem." It was only after Ella coughed lightly that Bishop William came back to his senses.

“Um… Lady Saint… Heville, I still have some doubts… You could have simply stood by and watched, wouldn’t you? That way your identity wouldn’t have been exposed.”

Ella simply shook her head slightly; some things are better left unsaid.

If she could live solely for her own benefit, how could she have ended up as an unknown swordsman in her past life?

She was well aware of the fanatical devotion of the church believers to the God of Light. This guy in front of her looked relatively young and probably hadn't reached that level yet, but his few words at most expressed some inner doubts and confusion.

No amount of persuasion can convince them to abandon their hostility towards the evil god. They'll have to fight anyway during the prison break, and the more you try to win them over now, the more awkward it will become later.

It's better to say less nonsense and just pretend you don't know each other when you fight.

“Do what you should do, Your Excellency.”

"Things that need to be done..."

Bishop William glanced around at the Knights of the Templars surrounding him, then looked at the crowd emerging from the outer wall below the steps, saw the nobles still looking in his direction with lingering fear, and then at the elders and priests standing silently to the side.

He suddenly felt his hand was a little heavy. According to the doctrine, he only needed to wave his hand slightly, and the girl in front of him would face the pursuit from the Holy Temple and even the entire continent.

His faith and everything he held dear in his heart told him he should do this.

Even though the girl saved them, and even risked exposing her identity and being antagonized by the Holy Temple.

But the girl was ultimately an evil god, an evil god standing in opposition to the god of light he worshipped. Regardless, he should…

Wait... wait a minute...

Is she truly on the opposite side of the God of Light?

William seemed to suddenly realize something.

If what he saw before him only left him feeling confused, then it seemed that the God of Light he believed in had already given him guidance.

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Only Chosen One

Tobias William suddenly raised his voice, "Templar Knights!"

As Bishop William finished speaking, the circle of Templar Knights on the steps immediately stood at attention, their footsteps echoing in unison.

What are you doing?!

Ella was startled by Bishop William's roar—"I've already clearly indicated my surrender, and you still want to gang up on me? Don't you have any manners?"

"High Priest of the Loren Temple, Evans Arundel, colluded with a cult and attempted to initiate a blood sacrifice during the pilgrimage festival when believers gathered, thus inducing the birth of an evil god."