Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Hehehehe... Feel the despair... Be trampled under the feet of the people you protect... You don't dare kill them, do you?"

"That's right~"

"Long live the Chaos Church!!"

After saying that, he was kicked to pieces by Altaïr.

Just as the last person died, a strange phenomenon occurred. The already bloodthirsty crowd seemed to have been unleashed, becoming even more frenzied.

They were initially just charging at the defenders' lines, but now they're attacking them relentlessly, showing no regard for their own strength.

Some of the defenders carrying shields quickly ended up with bruises and swelling.

"Oh no, they are both part of the seal and bait!"

"Miscalculation..."

The situation has become even more complicated, and Altaïr feels that he is indeed not suited for this kind of thing.

Now, the worst has happened; he has to take action and get rid of all these people.

However, just as he was about to make his move, the red moon hanging in the sky disappeared, and the normal moon appeared through the thick clouds.

Without the hypnosis of the Red Moon, the crowd actually returned to normal, looking blankly at the guards who were beaten black and blue.

"Did I hit you?"

"What do you think..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Seeing this, Altaïr breathed a sigh of relief.

But in his perception, a powerful aura suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

This is not over yet!

He had been hiding deep inside until this moment, when he finally appeared and charged toward the castle at incredible speed.

"You audacious madman, die!"

Osmond, who was close by, thrust his spear at the man like a dragon emerging from the sea.

With a soft "plop," the guy was instantly shoved into a pile of giant cockroaches on the ground!

They scattered and continued their charge towards the castle.

At that moment, Altaïr arrived just in time and unleashed a wide-range light-based destructive spell, instantly charring most of the cockroaches on the spot, filling the air with the smell of roasted meat.

"One of them escaped!!"

"Chase!"

The two rushed into the castle and headed straight for the main hall.

Without a doubt, their meticulously planned attack was definitely aimed at the people attending the banquet!

"Bang!!"

They kicked the doors open from the left and right, and screams erupted in the lobby. They also saw a cockroach fall from the ventilation duct onto the carpet.

The two were overjoyed, thankfully they made it in time.

Altaïr conjured a cone of light to shoot it from a distance, while Osmon charged forward with his spear.

Just as their attack was about to land on the cockroach, it collapsed on its own...

The next second, the cockroach was forced to transform into human form, the same assassin who had been hiding in the crowd. Having lost too many clones and been stabbed by Osmond, it was now covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, and would not live much longer.

He lay prone on the carpet, and in the instant the light vanished from his eyes, his lips parted:

"Chaos... descends."

boom!

His blood became the medium, irreversibly forming an evil magic circle on the ground, as if he had summoned an unknown, terrifying being...

It was like a lump of flesh, without muscle, with strange black lines and blood vessels crawling all over the body, rising and falling like a heart.

It has no head and no eyes, yet everyone present felt as if they were being watched by it.

“Dragon!? It’s still alive?” Grace was incredulous. “No wonder the scum of the Chaos Church dares to be so active.”

"This is just an illusion, Altaïr. Let's use light magic together to destroy it!"

"no problem!"

The two chanted the incantation for the Spear of Eternal Night together, and light magic burst forth from their bodies, forming a violent torrent around them, which then gradually converged to form the shape of a spear.

Faced with the unknown, no one dared to make a move. Domi and the others were so frightened that they hid under the table, not daring to even lift their heads.

They really didn't dare. In a battle of this level, just peeking out would be fatal. Only Domi dared to stick half his head out to take a look at the situation.

Honestly, the contrast between Grace's elegant evening gown and her ability to conjure advanced light magic with her bare hands is striking.

All I can say is, no wonder he's his mom! She's really something!

The two simultaneously hurled the Eternal Night Spear they had conjured at the giant tumor, Dragon, piercing through its body in an instant. Under the burning light magic, this type of tumor would have a very difficult time healing its wounds.

Dragon cried out in pain, and from the trembling tumor came a baby-like cry, so shrill and piercing that it seemed to puncture one's eardrums.

Everyone covered their ears in pain, and some of the weaker ones couldn't hold on and even fainted on the spot.

Grace turned pale instantly and cried out, "They're not going to take it back! They're going to sacrifice this large avatar directly!"

"what happens?!"

Altaïr didn't participate in the battle against the main body of Dragon and didn't know what would happen after the sacrifice of the clone, but Gretaïr went with Carlos and should know.

"Chaos and disorder! That's its symbol. No one knows what will happen, not even itself!"

"Varied……"

Before Altaïr could finish speaking, he was swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

The enormous black curtain gradually expanded, enveloping the entire mountaintop castle, but then vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

In the hidden shrine, the phantom of a man appeared and disappeared, dressed in an ancient yet luxurious robe. He simply raised his hand slightly and suppressed the darkness generated by the Della offering sacrifice.

The darkness didn't disappear; rather, it was continuously compressed and collapsed by boundless gravity, eventually forming a small ball in his palm. With a gentle squeeze, it completely dissipated into fragments.

"What a boring thing, making me get out of bed for nothing."

If Domi were here, she would definitely recognize him. This man is the one who spoke so frivolously during the baby's first birthday celebration! The one who could chat and laugh with Sebastian, one of the game's founding members!

Summer Bloomfield.

The second head of the family, a great legendary gravity magician.

Even though they have been dead for a long time, the remnants of their souls, still carrying some of their former power, still remain, protecting Brofell for generations.

Even though its power is far less than at its peak, crushing a bunch of evil god clones is still a piece of cake.

So-called evil gods are nothing more than beings worshipped by others.

Ultimately, they are still flesh and blood.

As for divinity, haha, is that something that such an ugly thing can possess?

Only after ascending to legendary status did he glimpse a wisp of divinity.

After finishing all that, Summer went back to sleep.

However, just as his remnant soul was about to lie back in the coffin, he seemed to notice something was amiss...

"Hiss... Damn, this guy's main goal doesn't seem to be blowing up the castle..."

His lingering soul immediately floated into the main hall and found his great-great ...granddaughter-in-law.

"Mr. Summer, we are so grateful for your help this time," Grace said sincerely.

Summer's gaze darted around, avoiding eye contact with Grace, and he seemed a little embarrassed as he said:

"Well, maybe I slept for too long and my mind is a little unclear. I didn't notice the evil god's true purpose for a moment and was only focused on suppressing the additional spatial collapse."

“Uh…” Grace was a little confused: “What do you mean by that?”

Before Summer could continue explaining, Mrs. Greenville screamed, and Greta immediately ran over, with Summer close behind.

"What's wrong?!"

"Gracesa... Ivy, and the children, they're all gone!"

"What!?"

"Well... that's what I wanted to tell you."

Following Mrs. Greenville's gaze, Gracea saw that all the children who had been chatting there were gone, as if they had vanished into thin air.

They searched almost the entire castle but couldn't find it.

In the end, Carlos returned and used time-reversal magic to recreate the scene.

After reviewing the cause of the incident, the more experienced Summer immediately drew a conclusion:

"It is known that the symbol of the evil god Dragon is chaos and disorder, and even if his clones are sacrificed, the effects are unknown and random."

"It was artificially implanted with the subconscious belief that 'children are the target,' so when sacrificing itself, the Dark Blast was just a cover; the true purpose of the Chaos Church was to use the unknown on the children."

"Then...how are the children doing now!?"

"don’t worry."

Summer's remnant soul drifted to the spot where Domi and the others had been hiding, and then a mysterious power emanated from his body...

Upon seeing this, Carlos's mouth gaped slightly open:

"Omniscient and omnipotent, the wonder of all things, the origin of all beings, this is... divinity!"

Divinity encompassed this area, and somehow Summer manipulated it; he simply closed his eyes for a moment, as if he already knew the answer.

He smiled and addressed the crowd:

"Fortunately, everyone, Dragon put a lot of energy into the Dark Blast as a smokescreen, leaving only a small portion of energy for random effects. The total amount of energy was so small that I simply ignored it."

"With such a small price to pay, the chances of it being fatal are not that high."

Grace's worry was palpable: "So how are the children?"