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

During the charge, Phil and Rachel both unleashed their full potential.

Rachel drew the holy sword from her waist.

That was one of the four holy swords symbolizing the honor of the empire—[Blood Words].

It was once the sword of a member of the imperial family. Over a hundred years ago, that person, as a member of the royal family, stepped forward before all the generals and knights.

With this sword, he killed the empire's highest general, not only destroying the enemy's defenses but also planting a seed of respect in the hearts of all the generals.

Rachel lifted it again after years of no one deserving it.

There are rumors that this has the connotation of "offense".

Rachel simply laughed and replied: "The royal family back then never rebelled."

The energy of light gradually gathered into the sword.

Transformed by the crimson holy sword, it became blood-red energy, radiating immense killing intent.

Rachel swung her arm gently and gracefully.

Blood Slash flew to the huge abandoned factory before everyone else.

Like a rose blooming red, the factory walls collapsed as if a cake had been sliced ​​open.

But the next moment, the sword light seemed to have crashed into a solid wall, and after a loud collision, it scattered.

People saw that after part of the factory's top was cut away, a faint purple light shield was revealed inside.

"A magic circle..." Rachel frowned.

Phil's sacred robes billowed in the wind, revealing his slightly graying beard and hair beneath, his gaze unwavering.

Slowly reaching out, a vast expanse of luminous energy emerged like a boundless ocean.

Everyone around felt the profundity and purity of that magical light.

Then the scattered energy suddenly converged and emitted faintly.

In an instant, it burst in unstoppable through the gate.

Several gang members stood guard at the entrance, their bodies seemingly consumed by purple magic, resembling several 'demons'.

But after Phil's holy light flashed, it all melted away like ice and snow, leaving no trace.

The troops filed in smoothly.

Upon entering the abandoned factory, they saw a magnificent purple vortex, flowing like a galaxy.

Phil frowned; his sense of energy told him that this was not something to be easily dealt with.

Rachel's gaze darkened, then she let out a cold laugh and slowly raised her sword again.

The esoteric ritual before them was beyond everyone's expectations; no one had ever seen an esoteric ritual that could achieve such a level of sophistication.

However, since there is no one guarding it anymore, it's much simpler now. The only question is who can solve it first.

No one paid any attention, and Mien slowly stepped into the factory, carefully observing how things were unfolding.

The information I could gather has guided me to do everything I could; what comes next is beyond my control.

The crimson sword light coalesced once more, and the rich holy light stirred Phil's beard and hair, poised to strike.

Suddenly, they all exploded together.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was aimed at the center of the purple vortex.

But in an instant, the purple vortex seemed to flow abnormally, and then everyone saw the faint, tall figure of the Mother Goddess within the vortex's magic, along with her icy gaze.

The oppressive power of the gods, originating from ancient mythology, made everyone's heart tremble and their hearts skip a beat.

In a daze, a short, purple figure suddenly flew out from the depths of the factory, like a bolt of lightning.

The purple energy emanating from his body exploded violently like lightning.

The Holy Child of the Covenant Truth Church faced off against the combined attacks of Rachel and Phil.

At the same time, the purple magic circle inside the factory also stirred up a tremendous amount of energy.

Unseen by sight, the other four magic arrays also suddenly activated, and the esoteric energy of the entire city-state converged on the core magic array.

Then inject it into the Holy Child's body at the same frequency.

At this moment, he was as if he had lost all flesh and blood, and was only a phantom of energy.

In an instant, the shockwave from the impact swept across the surrounding area like a tsunami.

Several weak soldiers lost their lives in the aftermath.

Rachel and Phil immediately cast spells again to protect themselves.

The smoke and dust gradually settled.

As everyone looked up, a huge purple magic circle appeared before them, its ancient and mysterious patterns flowing in the air, exerting an invisible suppressive force.

The Holy Child stood sideways in front, the purple light and electricity still crackling and exploding, his white eyes calmly watching the invading enemies.

Rachel and Phil's expressions changed; they no longer looked relaxed, and even felt a sense of fear about the unknown.

They had seen many powerful enemies over the decades, but they had never seen the immense power of this pagan god.

At that moment, their magical communication devices all lit up.

"Attack together!" Rachel coldly ordered, her eyebrows raised.

All the elite soldiers of the Imperial Army drew their swords, poised to attack and charge.

Phil gave a subtle wink, and all the paladins resonated and cast light spells, gathering immense holy light little by little.

Faced with a formidable enemy, they cooperated seamlessly.

The lifeless child, devoid of fear, coldly gazed at the crowd.

At a command, more than a hundred people launched an attack together.

A tremendous roar and explosion resounded throughout the entire city of Vargan!

Lucia and Neuer also stopped what they were doing and looked into the distance.

A sudden ripple of purple magic swept by.

Lucia's eyes were filled with worry.

She knew this was the power of a magic array, and that she needed to dismantle the arrays one by one to better deal with it.

But all I can do now is wait.

She gritted her teeth.

…………

The aftershocks of the explosion subsided once again.

At a glance, dozens of soldiers on their side alone had already died.

Many were shredded by the immense energy right before the energy vortex.

But the Holy Child still stood quietly, unharmed.

Magic Circle!

Rachel shouted:

"Everyone, step back outside the magic circle. No one except the two of us is allowed to enter."

Everyone quickly evacuated, forming an arc around the edge of the magic circle.

Phil also realized this:

Within this magic array before him, the Holy Child was virtually invincible; he could easily mobilize all the energy here.

These immense energies also resonated with him freely, merging into one.

"How could this be?" Phil frowned, pondering. "Where did such immense energy come from?"

Sudden.

Rachel and Phil's communication crystals both started flashing.

It was their subordinates who reported to them:

In the two collisions just now, there were also four other locations within the city-state where massive amounts of energy surged and erupted simultaneously.

Upon investigation, it was discovered that the magic power there was transmitted to the core magic array here through underground veins of refined minerals.

"No wonder," Phil murmured, which answered his question.

Rachel understood what he meant.

The situation is clear: the holy child is guarding the magic circle in front of them.

The magic array before him made him invincible within it.

The logical loop cannot be broken.

Therefore, the key to breaking the deadlock lies in the other four magic arrays around the area!

Understanding their situation will lead to a major turning point!

But how do we disassemble it?

Rachel looked at Phil with resentment; her knowledge of magic was not good.

But Phil frowned. He was an expert in the realm of light, and this esoteric magic array was beyond his comprehension.

The complex array patterns continued to swirl before their eyes, causing them great distress.

They all realized something at once.

They all turned their heads to look behind them.

Sure enough, they saw Mien watching the situation casually from behind, like an outsider.

Mien noticed their gazes and composed himself.

"What should we do?"

"What? What should we do?"

Mien asked, puzzled.