I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

A scholar is, after all, a scholar.

Who would study if they had the power to destroy others?

Therefore, they could only barely resist the influx of secret cult members from various gangs.

Through the self-sacrifice pact, these cultists gained immense power.

Contract: Sign a contract with the Mother Goddess, allowing a massive amount of energy to flow into your body, regardless of whether your physical body can withstand it. One hour later, you will repay the debt with your flesh and blood.

Phyllis stood at the forefront and easily took down two cultists, but in the blink of an eye she saw a scholar in danger and quickly rushed over to save him.

The constant battles around her turned her into a firefighter, leaving her exhausted...

If this continues, casualties will be unavoidable.

He thought anxiously to himself: "Boll should have seen Miles by now."

…………

Miles led a group of men out the door, waving his hand to order a few of his men to head towards several magic arrays.

He was about to raise the transmitter to notify the people in the two magic arrays controlled by his gang to activate them at full speed.

However, the next moment he saw Boll running towards him, covered in sweat.

"Brother Miles!!" Paul shouted.

"Boll?!" Miles exclaimed.

Paul shouted anxiously, "Don't do it yet!"

The tense situation made Miles unwilling to waste time, but the great doubts brought about by Paul made him decide to listen to what Paul had to say, and he raised his arm to stop his men's actions.

"Where did you go?"

As he asked the question, he already had a guess in his mind, and his doubts about Theodore were rekindled.

"Big Brother!" Pol stopped in front of Miles, hands on his knees, panting heavily, and cursed through gritted teeth:

"I've been framed by that beast Theodora!"

Miles's gaze suddenly turned cold as the humiliation of being played for months resurfaced in his mind.

"He tricked that bastard Fred into going to the river! Then he was going to stone me to death!"

"Where are your men? How did they survive?"

"Brother, I was just about to bring this up." Paul's gaze turned solemn.

"They used esoteric magic we don't know about, and somehow they made my men lose their memories."

I also pretended to be dead, dove into the water, and then swam away to escape!

"A spell we don't know?... " Miles slowly lowered the communicator he had been holding to his mouth.

If it weren't for Pol's appearance, he would have been fighting against the Empire's threat with his cult and his ally Theodore.

"We can't trust Theodore! After I faked my death, from what I overheard, it seems they're planning to sacrifice you and me too!"

"What?!" Miles's eyes turned cold.

"Absolutely true, boss. I've followed you for so many years, my loyalty is as clear as day, I would never lie to you!" Paul said sincerely.

"Let's run! Forget about him."

As Paul was about to pull Miles away, he turned around and saw that Miles hadn't moved an inch.

"Boss?... "

Miles frowned, a hint of determination flashing across his calm demeanor: "Run? Where can you run to?"

Is it possible to escape the Cassirer Empire?

Bohr looked puzzled.

"We have no other choice now. Even if Theodore is a bastard, we have no choice but to cooperate with him."

"But……"

Before Paul could say anything more, Miles stopped him.

"Just be careful at the last minute." He raised an eyebrow, a hint of confidence amidst the crisis:

"Bohr, there are things you don't know. He and I have other methods we can use in a life-or-death situation!"

As he spoke, he raised the communicator and issued the order:

Activate the two magic arrays under your control, but do not unleash the full power of the sacrifice; instead, channel more energy to the abandoned factory.

"Bohr, you lead them to create chaos here. I'm going to see Theodore; maybe we can find a way out for both of us." He said, patting him on the shoulder.

"No, boss..." Paul was anxious. This situation was unexpected and not in line with the plan he had discussed with Phyllis. He wanted to know what Miles' plan was.

But Miles interpreted his refusal as concern for him, so he left after giving him a trusting look full of brotherly affection.

Bohr calmed down.

"Brother Bohr, where are we going to cause trouble?"

"No rush," Paul said lazily and casually.

"Didn't the boss say that we should just wait for him?"

…………

Phyllis and the others suddenly felt that some of the cultists' attacks had lessened, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

They successfully reorganized and responded methodically according to plan.

This ensured that no one in the Academy suffered major casualties in the first wave of the attack, allowing them to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

In the distance, I could hear the approaching roar of the main force.

The scholars' communication devices all flashed with a magical power.

It was Mien's order:

Everyone withdrew from the front lines, leaving the battlefield to the Imperial Army and the Holy Knights, and instead went to help protect the people.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves quickly reached people's ears.

The imperial cavalry and knights who were at the forefront had already charged forward.

The dust kicked up by the sound of horses' hooves flew through the air, and a dense array of dark figures surged across the street.

People on both sides quickly hid in houses or retreated to the corners of the walls.

Someone quickly dragged away the person who had been cursed with the sacrifice.

No one glanced at them as they passed by, and they simply made way for them.

But soon someone spotted a different little figure.

Amidst the swirling dust and rampant evil energy, Lucia, clad in her platinum gown, charged straight to both sides of the street.

Looking at those who had been cursed and the helpless civilians affected by the disaster, his eyes welled up with tears.

She ran to each of the cursed people, using her skillful "purification spell" to lift their sacrificial curses.

They also performed healing procedures on people who were accidentally injured in the attack.

Amidst her relentless busyness, Lucia felt increasingly overwhelmed by the endless suffering of the common people, a pang of anxiety that brought the girl to the brink of tears, but her identity compelled her to hold back.

Beams of holy light flickered incessantly, like fireflies in the darkness.

People watched her silently.

Soon, Rachel and Phil arrived, almost side by side, neither wanting to fall behind.

This is a disaster, but it is also their stage, and more likely a major achievement in their political resume.

They led their elite guards and charged straight toward the enormous, towering purple pillar of light ahead.

The wind, whipped up by the speed, rattled the windows of the houses on both sides.

Mien followed silently behind them and saw Lucia bustling about.

They also noticed the people's gazes, glanced at the passing troops, and then gathered around the girl whose holy dress was stained with mud.

Mien calmly issued the order:

All scholars, especially those with free time, should dedicate themselves to helping Lucia and her people!

Mien glanced at the approaching purple pillar of light, the stage that the two forces were heading towards.

The real stage isn't there.

Mien looked around as he passed by.

And here, in the eyes of the people.

…………

Neuer quickly arrived with law enforcement officers and rushed towards the site of the explosion.

However, she soon saw white light and shadow on the roadside.

"Saintess?" Neuer stopped in her tracks, her gaze filled with doubt.

She directed everyone to head to the abandoned factory, but then quickly walked over to Lucia's side.

Although Neuer remained calm and kept himself from stopping,

But everything that suddenly happened has erased the most sacred glory in her young heart.

Such a thing happened in his own fiefdom, that of an Imperial Earl.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, almost all of the empire's high-ranking officials came here.

The cries of people, the sorrowful and bewildered eyes, the trembling figures filled with fear...

I had never heard of this in the previous ten years.

There was also the poverty in the surrounding streets and alleys, their tattered clothes, and their dilapidated houses...

Every 'unbearable' corner of Valgon was illuminated by the spotlight and presented to her.

The turmoil in her mind left her unsure of what to do, so she could only mechanically follow behind the main group.

Lucia's figure seemed to illuminate her in the darkness.

Neuer, in a state of confusion, chose to go with Lucia.

Go and help her heal the people and do your best to dispel the pervasive purple magic, helping the people cope with the impact.

Amidst Lucia's busy work, drenched in sweat, she caught a glimpse of the approaching knight lady.

I don't have the energy to deal with it.

Whether you are grateful or annoyed.

They just kept casting spells one after another without stopping.

Phyllis quickly arrived at Lucia's side with more than a dozen Holy Chapter scholars.

After the battle, their scholar robes were more or less damaged, and their bodies bore many wounds.

All of this was observed by the silent crowd on both sides.

A group of people wandered through the streets and alleys of Vargan.

…………

Miles arrived at the abandoned factory, where a massive purple vortex filled the entire space.

Amidst the surge of magic, the phantom of a tall mother goddess appeared and disappeared.

"Why are you only arriving now?!" Theodore complained.

Miles glanced at him, then looked away: "What are your plans now?"

"Of course, we summon the 'Holy Child'!"

After Theodore finished speaking, he and Miles walked deeper into the factory.

The former factory workers' dormitory area has a dense cluster of crooked iron gates.

They went straight to one of them, where the iron gate was locked tightly, and a faint magical light emanated from the cracks, as if it wanted to spill out.

A huge explosion came from behind them.

Rachel and Phil were probably ready to storm in and fight the gang members at the door.

If you can hold out for ten seconds, you've succeeded.

They exchanged a glance, raised their hands to cast spells, and chanted incantations.

The lock on the tightly closed iron gate slowly opened, and the gate creaked open.

As the two held their breath and waited, a pair of purple, glowing eyes emerged from within.

Immediately afterwards, a short figure stepped out.

It was a boy of about ten years old, with a cold face, as if he were already dead, with only surging evil energy replacing his soul.