in the name of the queen.

Under the dome of the golden-spired cathedral, the statue of the goddess opens her arms with a holy smile, embracing the whole world.

In front of the huge statue of the goddess, the girl shrouded in holy light crossed her hands over her chest and chanted sacred poems softly. The sacred aria echoed throughout the church.

But there was no audience except her.

The hymns sung today are dedicated to the Great Goddess, and no one else has the right to hear them.

The song ended and there was no response.

A helpless sigh sounded, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and her face gradually became cold.

It had been a long time since she had listened to the goddess' response.

This is the Holy City. She is the Pope who commands the believers of this plane. Before this, her prayers were always heard by the goddess and occasionally responded to.

But after she became Pope, the blessing from the goddess never appeared again.

Is it that the goddess does not approve of me? Or is it that the goddess doubts my piety?
There was a hint of confusion in Christine's eyes.

In addition to being confused, there was a hint of bitterness at the corners of her lips.

Compared to where she was a few years ago, her beliefs have certainly changed a bit.

If the goddess ordered the assassination of Roland at that time, she might have been conflicted, but she would definitely have done it.

If the goddess issued the same decree now, she would defend Roland.

This was probably the reason why she couldn't get a response from the goddess.

Christine walked to the window and thought about what happened a few days ago.

Many anonymous letters reported to her that the Knights of Light had impure beliefs, had fallen into darkness, and must be purified.

Some people even reported it under their real names.

These real-name whistleblowers are all ascetics.

The status of ascetics in the Divine Court is very special; they do not participate in any faction and do not hold any specific power, but they are of a very high rank and have an extraordinary status.

The ascetics were a group of practitioners who were dedicated to their cultivation, had considerable strength, and were pure-hearted. They enjoyed a great reputation within the Divine Court, and Christine could not avoid their opinions.

In order to shut these people up, Christine chose the method that would best prove Roland's innocence.

She activated the crystal ball that recorded the image and slapped it with the Palm of Light openly.

If Roland had already fallen, this blow would be enough for him.

If Roland had not fallen, this palm would have become a long-lasting BUFF, increasing Roland's affinity with light.

Facts spoke louder than words, Roland withstood the test, and her last bit of worry disappeared.

After that slap, Christine included Roland in the list of devout believers.

She threw the crystal ball in front of everyone, along with her orders.

"Anyone who dares to slander the Knight of Light will be burned at the stake!"

She can stop the mouths of those who question her, but she cannot stop her own heart.

Christine was no fool, she certainly knew how much water there was in Roland's "piety".

This guy has long been accustomed to changing with the wind. If someone offers a high enough price, he will betray his beliefs without hesitation.

His bottom line has always been so flexible.

Christine may not care about Roland's flexible bottom line, but the goddess will care, unless Roland makes an indelible contribution.

For example, helping the goddess to pacify those rebellious tribes before she descends?
A relieved smile appeared on Christine's lips.

Even if the tickets to heaven were in short supply, she would save one for Roland.

For no other reason, Roland had once left her a boat ticket.

In the Battle of White Mountain, if Roland hadn't been there, she would have turned into a pile of ice.

She doesn't like to owe favors to her friends.

Under the dome of the golden-spired cathedral, the statue of the goddess opens her arms with a holy smile, embracing the whole world.

In front of the huge statue of the goddess, the girl shrouded in holy light crossed her hands over her chest and chanted sacred poems softly. The sacred aria echoed throughout the church.

After finishing the song exhaustedly, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

There were pupil-less eyes, holy flames burning on the jade-like skin, and the facial features were delicate as a painting but lacked some vitality.

It was obvious that this girl was not human.

She sighed and said, "Supreme Lord of Light, you are so holy and merciful. We are the descendants of the Sixth Legion of God's Punishment. We need you to guide the way. We..."

Still no response.

The girl was a little disappointed. She stood up and sighed, "Great Lord, please bless your believer Irene. I have a feeling that danger is approaching."

"My child, I heard your prayers."

Irene's body trembled violently, and the holy flame leaped wildly like a flame in a strong wind.

She fell to her knees trembling, unable to believe her eyes.

Just when she was so excited that she couldn't speak, a holy light descended and sprinkled on her.

"Go, my child, accept my blessing and prepare for your battle."

Irene was so excited that tears were streaming down her face, and she allowed the holy light to bathe her body.

The blessing of the Great Goddess comes at just the right time.

Just as she knelt down to accept the blessing, a huge roar tore through the long night, waking up the God's Punishment Island which was still in its sleep.

This is the base of the remaining troops of the Sixth Divine Punishment Legion.

The Sixth Legion failed to complete the divine punishment mission that year, and after the defeat, the remaining troops rested and recuperated here.

The bad news: They are all elemental beings and cannot obtain ways to continue their offspring by plundering human women.

Good news: They are all elemental life forms and can create life with pure elemental cores.

The better news is that the nearby sea is very rich in water and wind elements. The Sixth Legion took advantage of this opportunity to be reborn.

But the Sixth Legion was no longer as strong as before after its rebirth, so they had to work hard to restore their strength.

In order to restore their strength as quickly as possible, they had to lower their standards and accept some devout human believers as grassroots honorary members.

These human believers undertake the arduous work and hard labor on God's Punishment Island.

Given the workload of these believers, the salary they were paid would be an exaggerated figure.

But the God's Punishment Legion had no intention of paying at all.

This is a service to the Great Goddess, and you want to charge for it. Your faith is very questionable.

Under various PUAs and threats of force, the believers and forced laborers dared not resist even if they felt something was wrong.

Divine Punishment Island is a floating island. Once you enter, you cannot leave. They have nowhere to escape and can only live a miserable life like slaves.

As of this moment, there are more than one thousand elementals and more than half a million human slaves on Divine Punishment Island.

These slaves have reproduced for many generations, and their descendants have been oppressed since childhood. They have no good feelings towards the God's Punishment Legion who hold the power of life and death and do not treat them as human beings. They also have no faith in the goddess.

Divine Punishment Island thus became the weakest link in the world's average faith.

The top leaders of the God's Punishment Legion did not expect this result, but they did not care.

They have plenty of whips and butcher knives, do these bastards still want to resist?

It has only been 1800 years since the end of the first half of the Sixth Era, leaving them with very little time, so they are the weakest God's Punishment Legion in existence.

But they still don't think that humans with so many internal conflicts dare to provoke them.

They were more worried about the coming of the Darkin.

Just a few weeks ago, the succubus who sneaked into the God's Punishment Island with a hidden identity and disguised as a slave of believers was discovered.

These succubi were quite tough, knowing that they would die, so they committed suicide directly, not giving them the chance to torture them. But they didn't know that corpses could also speak.

After reading the memory of the corpse, the names of Darkin and Demon King surfaced.

After a meeting of the Sixth Legion's top brass, they unanimously agreed that the Darkin would launch their advent offensive using the God's Punishment Island as the coordinates.

Since the Darkin can win the resurrection match, they certainly need a foothold in the material plane.

The God's Punishment Legion deployed fortifications at various key points on God's Punishment Island to prevent the arrival of the Dark Indigen, but they never dreamed that the threat came from the sea.

When hundreds of warships opened fire at the same time, Divine Punishment Island was stunned.

Their defenses were all deployed to prevent airborne landings, but what happened was a beach landing. How could they prevent that?
Due to lack of manpower, the coastal defense of Divine Punishment Island could only be deployed in key areas. However, the enemies this time did not play by the rules at all and landed directly on the beach, rendering all their defense arrangements invalid.

Legion commander Xavius ​​woke up from his sleep in a rage. His whole body covered in holy flames, he let out a huge roar, beat the war drums, and called on his people to fight.

Even if he didn't call out, the others would have been woken up by the sound of the shelling.

The elemental beings of the God's Punishment Legion formed a supervisory team to urge the believers and slaves to serve as cannon fodder and die.

Let them eat the shells!
Let them fill the line!
This is the duty of the supervisory team.

Just as they were driving the slaves forward to die, the gunfire on the battlefield stopped abruptly and the night was so quiet that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

This strange and terrifying silence made the supervision team feel scalp tingling.

Their ominous premonition soon came true.

The raid came unexpectedly.

Meteorites kept falling from the sky, smashing the water and wind elements into pieces.

Water controls fire, but if there is enough fire, it can also control water.

Lisa cast the spell with all her strength. These newly created elementals had never seen such a scene before and were completely stunned.

Some water elements were evaporated into water vapor before they had a chance to escape by turning into waves.

Elementals do not have to follow the rules of flesh and blood life, but they are suppressed by the rules of the universe.

As long as the temperature is high enough, water cannot remain in liquid form and the combat effectiveness of the water element will be greatly reduced.

With the destruction of the supervisory team, Roland began his psychological offensive.

At his suggestion, Sif and Munina sang the Siren Song together and began to control and brainwash these poor believer slaves.

They are members of the human race, enslaved by the damned elementals, which is really pitiful. However, they have a stronger fighting spirit than ordinary humans, and they have the advantages that Roland values ​​most.

They had nothing left, everything they had was destroyed by the damn elementals.

They have nothing to lose but their chains.

They are fearless, they are strong-willed, and with a little training they can become an invincible iron army.

The Divine Punishment Legion must be completely annihilated, and as many believer slaves as possible must be preserved.

This is Roland's battle strategy.

He only needs to make the request and Fleet Commander Catalina will execute it.

After gaining recognition from the three sacred artifacts of Poseidon, almost all intelligent life in the underwater world recognized her as the queen and successor to Poseidon.

Since the imperial concubine is the heir to the Sea King, whoever she says is the traitor is the traitor.

After a one-sided battle, the conservative forces of the Sea Emperor's Palace were defeated in just one day.

Catalina did not expand the scope of the attack. She only executed a few ringleaders. She defined the backbones of the Poseidon Palace below the middle level as those who were coerced and deceived.

The special pardon she signed gave Poseidon Palace peace of mind.

The killing in Poseidon Palace was under control, but Catalina couldn't stand her grandfather's betrayal.

She did not return to the tribe, nor did she see Pride.

She was so afraid that she would not be able to resist and stab Pride when she saw him.

Her attitude towards Lao Deng, who sold out his granddaughter for profit, was cold and direct.

"Abdicate, or die."

After a little thought, the old marshal finally bowed to reality and chose to retire.

Are you kidding? Even the Sea King Palace can’t stop his good granddaughter, what can he do?
If he bows his head now, this branch of his family will only temporarily leave the main stage of power, and there will still be opportunities in the future.

If there is a real rebellion, that unfilial granddaughter will kill her own family without hesitation, right?

The old marshal accepted the conditions dejectedly, and the Tianmu tribe successfully achieved the transfer of power. During the whole process, not a single shot was fired and not a single sword was used.

The reason why Catalina was able to reconcile with the Palace of Poseidon and her grandfather was mainly because they were the best of the ocean clan, and killing them all would incur huge losses.

But the God's Punishment Legion is different.

These guys are the real diehards and must be eliminated.

Amid the flames and the ethereal singing of the sirens, Xavius, commander of the God's Punishment Legion, was pleasantly surprised to discover the invaders' loophole.

To maintain the effectiveness of the Siren's song, the invader fleet is not to use artillery while the song lasts.

This is the best time!
Just as Xavius ​​was about to give an order, he suddenly felt a familiar and powerful aura approaching.

He looked back and saw it was Saint Irene of the God's Punishment Legion.

Many religions like to have some saints to show off their image, and the same is true for Irene.

Her abilities weren't outstanding, but she had some.

Her brain is not very smart, but it is enough.

At least being a vase is easy.

However, Irene's appearance this time made Savis feel a little strange.

She seemed to be no longer a vase? This judgment made Savis a little uneasy.

Irene pressed down with one hand, signaling everyone to listen to her.

While the elementals were eagerly awaiting the result, Irene said something that surprised them all.

"I heard the goddess' call and received her merciful reward. The great goddess even predicted the battle tonight."

To enhance the authenticity of her words, Irene raised her arms, showing the goddess' blessing.

There was a mark in the shape of an angel on her right arm.

This mark increased her strength several times, but also forced her to work hard to adapt to her new identity.

The appearance of the angel mark transformed the elementals from a scattered group into the most united team.

They yelled, picked up their weapons, and rushed out to form their own groups to resist the invaders without even waiting for Irene's instructions.

Looking at the appearance of these elementals, Xavius' expression was extremely complicated.

Out of control, all out of control.

In the minds of these elementals, the goddess is almost omniscient and omnipotent.

With Irene, who represents the goddess, around, can he still serve as the legion commander?
Judging from everyone’s performance just now, he, the team leader, was gorgeously ignored.

Savis followed everyone rushing out with some anxiety, but he was still not used to hanging out with the rookie soldiers, so he fell behind alone.

It's over. How can he consolidate his power? The future is still so long, he doesn't want to wait!

He didn't wait.

Just when he was in despair, a holy light hammer fell from the sky and smashed his head open.

White, red, and yellow gushed out. Poor Xavius ​​didn't understand until his death why he was chosen as the leader even though he was not that strong.

Just cannon fodder. (End of this chapter)