I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Although it was painful and agonizing, he also felt an unparalleled happiness, as if he had been led to the pinnacle of love and joy.

Then—the two snake shadows that had been watching everything laughed.

"Hmph, hehe, hehehehehehehehehehehehe..." X2

In the distant, empty sky, which is neither here nor there, mercury and fine wine are splashed, and supreme joy is enjoyed.

As if offering a blessing and celebration, the wine glasses in the snake's hands clinked together, laughing and rejoicing as this perfect and successful horror drama came to a close.

Meanwhile, Reinhardt finally stopped, but the surging emotions in his heart and chest made him unwilling to stop, so his domineering aura still lingered.

"How is this going......"

Faced with the surging golden light ahead, Lisa Brenner hugged herself, trembling uncontrollably.

"Look, it seems the problem is solved... But can this truly be called salvation...?"

The priest was also trembling and shaking, feeling no sense of relief at being saved, only an uncontrollable trembling of submission.

This situation isn't exactly good, or perhaps it would be happier to die tonight as an unknown nobody.

Father Tolfa's idea was definitely not an overreaction.

"That is, Reinhard Heydrich..."

The witch Anna only now realized the identity of the newborn, the transcendent child. This most special being was the one who felt the most trembling and oppressed.

There is no way to meet Reinhardt, yet there is nowhere to escape.

"Being here tonight means deciding my fate," Anna-Shuvegreen's intuition told her.

As if confirming this, Reinhardt gave orders to the two soldiers lying on the ground.

"Those two over there."

"Yes...—Yes!"

Amidst tension and trembling, Ai Liu, despite the excruciating pain in her body, stood at attention and responded.

"Yes, what are your orders, Lieutenant General?" Beatrice was half-squatting on the ground, her face stiff and in pain.

Compared to Schreiber and Wilhelm on the field, perhaps they were given some leniency.

Reinhardt looked at the two men who were trying to sit up and continued in a commanding voice, "Take the priest and the woman over there to the Gestapo."

"well--!?"

"But, but Your Excellency, that is—"

Looking at the two ordinary citizens in her mind with puzzled and confused eyes, Elunere nervously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Reinhard, who was now extremely dignified and imposing.

"Don't make me say it twice, go now!"

"Yes, yes, I obey."

Gritting her teeth, Elunere sighed and responded, then looked at Beatrice, who was squatting on the ground, and said helplessly, "Let's go, Kirschiesen."

"Ah, but, but that..." Beatrice looked at the vampire and demon hound lying on the ground, gritting her teeth as she said nervously, "What about those two? They're traitors—"

"This is not something you should know. Keep an eye on the priest and the others until I return."

Reinhardt turned his back to Beatrice and walked towards Karl Kraft, saying in a deep voice without turning his head, "So, Lieutenant..."

"Yes, my name is Elunere von Wittenberg!" Elunere immediately stood at attention and replied after receiving the instruction.

"You two should submit your transfer applications to the Gestapo."

"------!"

In that instant, Reinhardt's emerald eyes seemed to gleam like gold—was it an illusion?

Elunere did not resist the order at all; rather, she felt a mix of tension and trepidation, as well as an indescribable joy.

"H-How could this be...?" The witch Anna, who was caught in the crossfire, turned pale.

But Reinhardt didn't care whether the witch was willing or not. He glanced coldly at the stunned Eluneore and Beatrice and said:

"Do you understand? Then go quickly."

"Yes, sir!" X2.

The two stunned girls immediately snapped out of their daze and responded seriously.

Even if the truth is unknown, an order cannot be disobeyed.

The two, dragging their battered bodies, followed instructions and took Father Tolifa and the witch Anna with them, quickly evacuating the scene.

As silence returned in the night, Gray Enclave and Karl Craft stepped forward.

The Mercury Serpent offered its heartfelt cheers to Reinhardt, who was awakening to something stirring within him.

"So, this is probably the first time you've wielded this power since birth. How does it feel to use violence without much control over your strength? Lieutenant General, even if you want to deny it, I see it in your eyes. Your soul is trembling with joy."

Raiji also offered his blessing on the true nature of this golden origin story.

"Because of love, there is destruction. It is because of love that there is a desire to destroy. That passion, as majestic as a lion, is not false. It is like a demon... no, it is something more terrifying and noble than a demon."

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! Here's a 10,000-word update. Next, I need to arrange the setup for Dawn, Razer, and the Mercury Relic Touch, since Lotus Charcoal might not be able to withstand the combined attack from the Black Round Table and Ouroboros.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Beginning of the Day of Divine Wrath, Two Great Gods Create Humans

On the other side, the witch being escorted by Beatrice and Eluneore was also very dissatisfied and angry, feeling that she, as a mere spectator, had been implicated.

Her woman's intuition told her that Reinhardt was a very dangerous and ominous person, and she wanted to stay far away from him.

However, now that they've been targeted by the Gestapo, unless they can leave Germany quickly, they won't have any peace in the future.

Thinking of this, the witch Anna became furious and looked at the men escorting her with even more displeasure.

"So why do we have to go with you? Are you kidding me? Let go!"

The magic power within her body was also surging wildly, agitated by the witch's unstable emotions. Unless the other party gave her an explanation, she would fight to the death to break out.

"Stop your incessant chatter." Elunere, who was escorting the witch from behind, glared at the noisy woman and said coldly, "So, tell me why you're in a place like that?"

“I’m telling you, what’s wrong with citizens walking on the street, you big idiot! Besides, I’m just like you—”

The witch Anna looked annoyed and indignant. Was she really going to be arrested by the Gestapo for such a reason? That was too unreasonable. She was, after all, a prominent figure in the Ancient Heritage Bureau.

Seeing the woman's increasingly agitated state, Father Tolliver, knowing who was the most dangerous person present, naturally didn't want to see the witch lose control. So, he smiled and tried to smooth things over, advising her:

"Alright, alright, let's all calm down. Let's just do what they say now. Continuing down this path will only make things more complicated."

On the way to the Gestapo headquarters, both the escorts and the escorted continued their verbal sparring with unease.

Because they had witnessed something so extraordinary, everyone was still reeling from the shock.

However, he still couldn't return to the mental state he had before, where he could have normal conversations.

Beatrice rubbed her gradually recovering injured body, and apologized to the priest and Lisa Brenner with a look of remorse:

"Um, I'm so sorry, Father, and Ms. Lisa too, things have turned out this way..."

"Huh? Oh, it's alright." Lisa replied with a gentle smile, "They won't execute us right away, will they?"

Besides, she is a subordinate of Gray, the commander-in-chief of the Fountain of Life, so generally speaking, there is no danger to her life, and it is fine to follow the procedures.

"Y-yes... I wish that were the case."

Beatrice wore an embarrassed and embarrassed expression, knowing full well the Gestapo's notorious reputation.

After all, the Gestapo had a notorious reputation in the country.

In short, it's better to kill three thousand innocent people than to let one guilty person go free.

Less than 10% of those taken to the command post would actually survive.

In the past, such rumors could be dismissed as mere gossip, but now it's impossible to be so optimistic.

He had only just seen with his own eyes what kind of person his superior was.

And so, as if to express everyone's unease, Anna-Shuwegreen, with a fierce expression on her face, let out a sharp scream.

"Idiots! Fools! You guys really don't know anything, you'll definitely regret it, and then I won't care!"

"...Honestly, noisy women, they're making my wounds ache." Elunere looked annoyed and gave the witch Anna a cold glance, rubbing her shoulder.

"Oh, right, Lieutenant..."

Beatrice only then remembered that her superior was also injured, and quickly looked at Eluneore with some concern, asking:

"Are you alright? You seem to have been badly beaten up..."

"It's alright, nothing serious. I fractured my arm before, but it seems to be slowly recovering now because of our special circumstances. In fact, it's already a stroke of luck that it's just like that."

"Oh, oh..."

Her own injuries had almost healed by now, but her superior, Eluneore, had not yet recovered.

Fortunately, thanks to someone's gift, their physical condition was no longer ordinary; otherwise, their previous injuries would not have healed so easily.

However, it seems that she was the least injured. Reflecting on this fact, an indescribable unease, which cannot be summed up by luck, spread in Beatrice's heart.

As if in response to her, Father Tolfa also spoke in a low voice as if talking to himself.

"However, although I've heard of him, he's far more formidable than the rumors suggest. Lieutenant General Heydrich... he's practically..."

“Like what?” Lisa Brenner’s attention was drawn to the priest’s mutterings, and she asked curiously, “Like what, Father?”

"No, well, how should I put it..."

The priest wore a troubled smile, seemingly unsure how to explain.

His telepathic abilities, his thought-synchronization abilities... these are powers that exist within Father Tolliver's brain; simply put, they allow him to read a person's entire thoughts and memories.

Yet, he was unable to read the minds of Reinhardt, Karl Kraft, and Gray Nclough.

While the priest was utterly horrified by this fact, Father Tolfa was also caught up in a sudden thought.

Who exactly are these people? Perhaps those three are the ones who can free me from my suffering.

To call it hope would be too ominous, yet it is an overwhelming force of leadership qualities that inspires reliance.

It was precisely because the priest considered himself a mere mortal that he could not look away from the transcendence of those three men.

It's like, yes, being dazzled by the brilliance of gold.