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Then they realized what the witch was doing.

Only when the end of the world as described in Revelation arrives will such a song be considered to come from the voice of angels.

At this moment, she represents not the side of God who saves and loves all things, but rather, as if she were a reverse of Joan of Arc, she represents the side most suitable for her: the wrath of God—the side that destroys all things and begins the countdown to the end of the world!

The true war of the gods has begun! This is a declaration of war!

From the moment we begin to take action against Mary, regardless of the outcome, we will inevitably enrage the god behind this world. Furthermore, every step that follows could, if not handled properly, lead to a declaration of war that could start a war across the entire universe!

But—there's nothing to worry about! So what if you've angered them? The outcome was already decided anyway.

Only the weak would flee in panic with their tails between their legs, but clearly Jeanne Alter doesn't believe that their side is the weaker party; the one who should be afraid is the other side.

That's why—more unrestrained and wild than ever before, she was utterly fearless and could utter such a moving sneer.

That was absolute confidence in our military strength! It was precisely because of this overly arrogant confidence that it could now radiate a brilliance that even nights couldn't help but admire.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Her Terrible Nature Seen Through by God? Martha: I'm Not Pretending to Be a Lady Anymore!

after all--

'Let's make a scene and do whatever we want!' He loved watching, and he had enough confidence to support the heroic spirits under his command, allowing Jeanne Alter to act recklessly and willfully.

Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone present, only Yoru watched Alter's performance with a doting look and a loving smile.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that this kind of unrestrained and arrogant nature is necessary. As a god, he is not suited to show it, but as a retainer, Jeanne Alter is just right.

The more arrogant and ignorant she was, the better. At this moment, she perfectly embodied 'herself'. No—she didn't need to act; it was enough for her to simply show her most authentic self.

At this moment—Alter Jeanne is still praising and singing.

She celebrates with contempt, ridicule, and mockery—gaining supreme pleasure by trampling on the last remaining dignity of the living, and regarding the sacred as lambs to beheaded.

In the eyes of the Virgin Mary and others, it was the voice of a destroyer indulging in chaos. It was a product entirely controlled by inhuman hatred, resentment, and anger.

“Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domie et lux perpetua luceat eis ‘Grant eternal rest to mankind, Lord! Let eternal glory shine upon them.’”

In this crimson world filled with smoke and fire, Jeanne d'Arc Alter's destructive presence and aura perfectly match the scene before us.

A sweet smile appeared on Jeanne Alter's face.

Like a dying cherry blossom, innocent yet wicked—so contradictory—yet so genuinely pure.

She was completely unaware that she was inflicting mental abuse on the enemy, or rather—she took it for granted that it was perfectly normal.

Even though she's the easiest woman to deal with in Chaldea, it would be truly naive to ignore her vengeful dragon witch side and underestimate her danger!

A requiem for the living—at this moment, the Virgin Mary was finally and utterly enraged.

She sent the outermost few evil dragons charging towards the enemy army, a gesture that was both an act of anger and a test!

If the enemy isn't strong, then pay the price for your foul mouth and let the requiem you just sang for yourself.

Then—Maria's gaze returned to Night at the forefront; this man was still the one she needed to be most wary of.

However—without even having a chance to see Night make a move, the Heroic Spirits had already taken the initiative to stand in front of the stage to protect Night.

"An evil dragon? Give it to me, I stake the honor of this sword! My sword accuses you, you are a dragon, treading over malevolence and malice, this is the truth of Ascalon. You are a dragon, and you are guilty! Sword of mighty slaughter and blessing!!"

Buzz! After numerous enhancements, even among the modified Heroic Spirits, the sword in Teacher Qiao's hand, one of the strongest, emitted a terrifying radiance like the sun.

Because the opponent is a dragon, the Noble Phantasm's special attack is maxed out, operating at 1000% power and radiating a terrifying aura.

Under the radiance that illuminated the entire crimson world, the dragons that had been rushing towards them suddenly came to an abrupt halt, as if they had sensed some natural enemy, a raging flood! Their ferocious roars and savage gazes vanished, and in an instant, they all became clearer, more innocent, and more adorably silly than the last.

Damn it——!

—What the heck?

Meanwhile, on the other side, they watched as the dragons stopped.

Saint Martha couldn't hold back any longer either.

"Is it time for a fight? This is so tragic... to actually fight that Holy Mother... cough cough, no, it's truly pathetic... But since it's an order, there's no other way. I'll pray and repent afterwards. So, I'm going now!... Lord, please close your eyes for now... Ha—you sorrowful dragons who do not know love, prepare! Like shooting stars!"

Martha was both shy and excited, unable to contain herself any longer.

She's not some kind of violent maniac! She clearly wants to act like a saintess, so why is she focusing on strengthening that aspect when she's enhancing her spirit origin?! Even her gauntlets have materialized and gained conceptual Noble Phantasms like Jacob's limbs, yet she still can't take them off!

She can't shake off the shameful title of "Iron Fist Saintess," can she? She wants to be a lady, doesn't she? What a perverse sense of humor!

Hallelujah—!

But—there's nothing we can do about it, isn't this a blessing? Oh well, since I've already completely lost face even in the eyes of the Lord, there's no point in hiding it anymore.

Ah, in her heart she said "Please forgive me" to all the respected seniors and gods, and then—Martha was about to unleash her fists!

Is it going to be intense?! Is it going to be heavy?! Is it going to be fierce?! If it can't be stopped, then let's have a good, satisfying fight and completely unleash our true nature.

The next moment, whoosh, Martha rushed out on her own initiative. Since the other side wasn't coming over, she would go over there herself.

Seeing this, Teacher Qiao, who was about to unleash the brilliance of her Noble Phantasm, directly turned her attention to the dragons that were still protecting the Virgin Mary in the distance.

When the two heroic spirits launched their attacks, it was as if the clarion call of war had been sounded.

Soon—the blazing golden light surged into the dragon horde; soon—Martha, empowered by divine martial arts and with her Noble Phantasm enhanced, transformed into a true iron fist, like a wolf among sheep…

The unparalleled iron fist quickly and frantically hammered at the dragons. Despite their physical density and strength, which were comparable to the mass of planets, the dragons were instantly torn apart, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, their skin ripped open, and their white bones clearly visible!

BOOM! ...

This was Martha's attempt to restrain herself, but the dragons continued to fall from the sky like angels with broken wings.

Suddenly, a rain of dumplings—no, a rain of dragons—began to fall from the sky.

"Hahahaha!" Soon Jeanne Alter also happily joined the battle, leaving only the Lion King to guard Night.

After all, she is a weapon of the night, so naturally she won't be by her master's side immediately.

Although the Dragon Witch didn't have a dragon-specific attack, she did have a holy-specific attack. So she directly aimed at the Virgin Mary in the sky, continuously releasing pillars of flame that shot into the sky from the earth, like countless nuclear explosions flashing and shooting into the sky, filling the entire world with a scene of scorching heat and hell!

"We lost—!!"

From the moment they clashed, it became clear that the dragons, who should have possessed the most powerful bodies in the world, were no match for a group of enemies whose spiritual foundation strength was at most the same as their former disciples, and who at most possessed some special powers that could unleash even more terrifying strength!

Crushing everything in its path! The mighty body that the dragon was so proud of, the flesh that even heroes and many gods feared, was as fragile as paper.

Maria was stunned for a moment, her mind completely blank at what was happening before her eyes.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Rebellious Saint Joseph: Yes, now you are the heretic!

How could they have lost so quickly?!

The dragons on whom she placed high hopes, even hoping to turn the tide of the battle and achieve victory.

Even if each of them is only at the planetary level, with the added advantage of strong physiques, such a large number of them... even if they were facing enemy saints as powerful as Saint Joseph and Saint Peter—not to mention winning, they would at least be able to hold out for dozens of rounds, right?!

But right now—the dragons' performance can only be described as utterly pathetic, the worst of the worst.

He was injured by the Iron Fist Saintess's iron fist and killed instantly by the radiance of the Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword Ascalon!

It was as if what was being attacked was not a group of powerful dragons, but a group of pseudo-dragons, a group of earth dragon lizards.

This absurd scene caused the Virgin Mary, even when faced with Jeanne Alter's seemingly powerful but actually ineffective attack, to instinctively and hastily fly to a higher place to dodge and flee.

It must not be attacked!!

The only enemy that the Virgin Mary could initially take seriously was the one in the middle who was the most popular. However, these very Heroic Spirits, whom she hadn't paid any attention to at first, had such strangely strong attack power.

Even if they didn't know anything about 'counter-attacks', just by looking at the scene before them, they could realize that the enemy's attacks seemed to have a deadly poison effect on the dragons. Even if they couldn't be sure whether this mysterious poison was only effective against dragons or also against them as holy beings, just to be on the safe side, the Virgin Mary dared not let Jeanne Alter touch her again!

but--

How long can you hide?

The Virgin Mary continuously releases the power of rules, attempting to intercept the attacks that come toward her in other dimensions, or to redeem the malice and make them melt away in the radiance.

However, the radiant light of compassion, which had been invincible and omnipotent in the past, suddenly became like gasoline when it touched those pillars of flame, each thousands of meters in diameter, causing the flames to burn even more fiercely.

The snow melted away—but it was reversed! The reverse was her power?!

Although Maria's power was ultimately at the level of a dimensional rift, she managed to extinguish the flames.

Even though Jeanne Alter's power has a restraining attribute, it is still too ineffective against divine power that is not even in the same league.

Finally—the Virgin Mary ceased to remain passive; she released her divine radiance and enveloped Saint Joseph.

With her help, Saint Joseph was soon restored to his physical body.

“Stand up and help me—to destroy the heretics, Saint Joseph!!” Mary cried out.

She began to feel the pressure—! She couldn't fight alone anymore. Even though she hadn't yet experienced the fear of being instantly decapitated in her omnipotent state, Maria was already quite flustered and constrained just by facing a group of 'heroic spirits' who were clearly just vanguard grunts. Not to mention having to keep an eye on Night, the main character who hadn't moved at all from beginning to end.

Also—in Saint Joseph's words, the 'other Lord' who most caused her to lose her composure.

After all, whether in mythology or in many dimensional universes, the Virgin Mary is mostly depicted as a super healer; she's not good at fighting...

The most powerful support, even Saint Joseph, who had completely lost his body and a great deal of divine power and soul, was restored to his original state.

The Virgin Mary's smile is enough to cure all diseases in the world; even conceptual flaws can be regarded as a disease.

However—soon, something happened that exceeded Maria's expectations, something that even made the usually elegant and noble Maria almost swear.

Saint Joseph: "Destroy—the heretics...? Ah, that's right—I should destroy the heretics."

In the instant Mary restored Saint Joseph to his original state, Saint Joseph suddenly sensed something as if by divine inspiration. Because he was fully restored, he suddenly knew clearly what state he was in.

He was dead before?!

That's right, I'm dead, I'm dead. So I've been dead for a long time.

Their souls were enslaved by another Lord.

No, it's not another one anymore. This glorious Lord of Armies is my God.

heresy?

When the omnipotence of God in this world was shattered, God!! Do you know how desperate I felt at that moment!

I trust you so much (your power); you were so beautiful and powerful in the past! You were awe-inspiring to my very soul!

Yet you are actually restrained by the power of the masters of other worlds. Do you still deserve to be called an omnipotent god? Do you deserve to be called the strongest god?

So—you were the false god all along? The imposter was actually right here?

At this moment, there is no need for Ye to forcibly control its mind or command its actions.

Already suffering from severe mental trauma, Saint Joseph, with his twisted and unstable personality, seemed to be venturing from one extreme of madness into another.