After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Silence, then another silence. The road to depravity is perfectly smooth, and only salvation leaves one feeling utterly powerless.

It wasn't until now that Falkov realized that Felix was also unable to achieve that carefree attitude devoid of guilt.

The world has indeed changed, but their minds are not yet able to adapt to these crazy changes.

"We are now on the middle floor. Below are monsters, and above are the archbishop and the saint. The only thing we can do is kill each other when Duke Oswald attacks, to buy him time to rescue the children."

After a long pause, Felix lowered his voice and slowly revealed his true purpose.

Do you think this is possible?

Falkov's brow furrowed deeply. He placed all his hopes on Duke Oswald, an idea that was itself quite abstract, since Oswald knew nothing about the specifics of the Papacy.

Moreover, as a commander, Falkov believed that the best offensive plan for the Northern Army was to throw Molotov cocktails as soon as possible and burn down the entire Papacy.

Secondly, Oswald and the Northern Army, who were prone to switching sides when things went wrong, also prevented them from reaching the middle floor immediately.

"What else can I do?" Felix was desperate. He admitted that he was not a good person, but he also could not be completely loyal to the gods.

Even nobles who keep black gloves know how to make empty promises, but what has the goddess given them so far? Twisted monsters, corpses everywhere, the torment of humanity, and a future without any light.

Even if the gods told him that as long as he committed these sins, he could obtain a ticket to the next era, Felix would still grit his teeth and give it his all.

But the goddess didn't care... Come to think of it, why would a god care about her creation? Why would she give a promise to a lowly being?

Whether it's destruction or utilization, what does it have to do with you humans?

"The Northern Army is very close to us." Falkov quickly determined the location of the Northern Army by the sounds of fighting. It was clear that the Northern Army had not stopped for a moment after rushing into the royal city and was heading straight for the Papacy.

Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, Falkov was at a loss for what to do and could only stare at Felix.

This is a dead end! Once the Northern Army ignites the Papacy, the ritual Felix spoke of can also be successfully completed; killing is always more efficient than saving!

The area below was in turmoil. Falkov quickly walked to the window and saw one after another towering monster rushing out of the Vatican and heading towards the battlefield not far away.

"Wait, did you hear that...?"

Before the words were even finished, terrifying spatial fluctuations directly tore open a huge rift in front of the Vatican, and along with the dazzling starlight, a vast expanse of undead black mist also erupted.

Space began to erode each other, the ground trembled violently as if struck by a meteorite, and in the howling wind, the corpses enveloping the Holy See fell in dense, rain-like drops.

Falkov swallowed hard, sensing that something extraordinary was about to emerge from the crack.

"Act immediately, Felix, Falkov, our formidable enemy has arrived!"

A cold female voice pierced their eardrums, and amidst the earth-shaking tremors, a giant python with scarlet eyes rose from the crack, its massive body, as large as a mountain, instantly climbing hundreds of meters and coiling around the besieging Holy See.

It was not a giant python simply constructed of corrupt chains, but a terrifying creature whose bones were made of chains, yet which became immortal again after growing flesh!

Its terrifying weight alone is causing the entire Vatican to continue to collapse!

"God, is he truly your creation?"

Shocked to the point of losing his voice several times, Falkov gripped the wall tightly, watching the giant python, billowing black mist, coil and completely envelop the entire Vatican.

Corpses continued to fall, and the once-created flesh and blood statue was now unrecognizable. Whether it was an illusion or not, Falkov actually saw a group of soldiers harvesting monsters layer by layer on the giant python's body.

Rubbing his eyes, Falkov confirmed that he was not mistaken. The Northern Army soldiers with emerald green and jet-black halos were densely distributed on the body of the giant python, moving as the python climbed up while constantly shooting down the monsters in the Papacy with their crossbows.

Even more extreme, when the distance is close enough, they suddenly thrust out their spears, drawing out a large amount of blood.

The entire Papacy instantly transformed into a three-dimensional battlefield, and soldiers soon appeared before him.

Before Falkov could speak, two soldiers raised their crossbows and aimed them at him. However, the increasingly clear cries of the babies struck the soldiers' hearts like a heavy hammer, shattering the standoff.

Without saying a word, a soldier jumped in and knocked Falkov to the ground with a powerful swing punch.

"You beasts, what are you doing!"

More and more soldiers rushed in, drawn by the sound of crying. Now Falkov and Felix didn't even need to explain; they were thrown aside, covered in a pile of footprints.

The soldiers rammed the gate open with their shoulders and rushed in one after another.

"Quickly report to Lady Jane that we've found the missing child. Also, seize those two bastards and hand them over to Lady Eleanor for interrogation!"

The Northern Army soldiers quickly carried all the babies, along with Falkov and his companion who had been captured, back onto the giant python's body.

The most frenzied battle began. After the giant serpent appeared, the northern army soldiers who poured into the city launched an even more valiant attack. Federico of the royal palace also led all the soldiers to open the palace gates and rush to the Papal battlefield.

The nearly 300,000-strong army began to fight amongst themselves. The knights, the second division, and the fourth division soldiers who entered the royal city last were all lit up with halos, forming a dazzling array of light around them.

"Sir, we will clear the way for you!"

The heavily armored soldiers at the forefront, though deeply mired in an endless horde of monsters, remained as steadfast as solid reefs.

Armed to the teeth in heavy armor, and equipped with the power granted by their aura, they became a killing storm at the center of the entire battlefield.

Once the great rift disappeared, Erian immediately led his soldiers towards the direction of the giant serpent. Whatever the Duke's goal was, they had to get Lady Elene there.

"Alright, follow me and charge!"

Elena made a quick decision. Originally, they wanted to avoid the enemy's sharp edge and take the opportunity to join up with other troops of the Northern Army, but they ended up running into the Duke.

There's nothing more to say then; their only chance of survival is to fight their way over and reunite with the Duke.

Standing proudly atop the serpent's head, Oswald looked up at the Vatican's tower, where the figure of an old friend stood silently, casting his gaze upon him.

Archbishop John, or rather, some being who resembles an archbishop.

"Long time no see, Oswald. You have gained even greater power. Have those administrators lifted the restrictions on you?"

The archbishop smiled and reached out to pluck the congealed blood crystals hanging from the eaves, transforming them into a beautiful blood flower that he wore on his chest.

Controlling the giant serpent's head, Oswald approached the archbishop and coldly said, "Do you really have to speak to me while wearing someone else's skin?"

"And for you, does impersonating someone else make you lose yourself?"

Oswald remained noncommittal. "So, what's your name? Or do you not enjoy the chat?"

"Baltazar, the great sage of the human kingdom, the goddess's most loyal servant and apostle."

After honestly revealing his identity, the Great Sage Baltazar knew that he was no match for Oswald. A transmigrator... that was a being even the goddess feared.

The goddess also told him that among countless destinies, she saw only one chance to win.

Dealing with the time traveler impersonating Oswald is troublesome enough, not to mention that behind the time traveler is a group of cosmic-level administrators.

"Speaking of which, we do the same job, but our treatment is worlds apart." Baltazar sighed helplessly. He thought he could keep Oswald trapped for a while, but Oswald opened the rift so quickly.

Moreover, he really couldn't understand what this transmigrator was after. Oswald was an absolutely transcendent being; even if this world were to be destroyed on the spot, it wouldn't cause him any loss.

Similarly, Oswald couldn't understand what the Great Sage was up to. Did the goddess really expect him to stay by her side in the future? Dream on.

Oswald leaped from the python's head onto the tower, pulled out a pipe, lit it, and took a deep drag. "The lustful power you extracted, you handed it over?"

The great sage spoke in a businesslike tone, "A portion has been handed over, but the extraction on the human side is not yet complete, because of you."

"That means there's still a conspiracy."

Oswald didn't respond to his comment. The limited-time exchange in the system was still open. What did that mean? It meant that the total amount submitted by the goddess was far from enough.

"What's the next step?" Oswald leaned against the windowsill, turning his head to look at the chaotic battlefield on the ground. As expected, the Northern Army held a firm advantage.

Baltazar said calmly, "Everything is almost ready. If you don't object, I plan to pull these monsters into the mental world first, and use the pollution of death and blood to recreate a more stable and lasting spiral of desire."

"As for what happened next, I'm sorry, that's our secret."