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

Within the core magic array.

As Lucia dismantled the last outer magic circle, the explosive energy on the Holy Child had greatly diminished.

Although he still maintained an invincible demeanor, how weak was he? Even Mien could easily put up a fight with him.

Rachel and Phil, who had been itching to get started, immediately summoned their magic and prepared to unleash their power.

Rachel stopped swinging her sword from a distance and charged forward with it, unleashing a bloody stab.

The Holy Child's energy-based fighting instincts allowed him to unleash spells to counter the attack while simultaneously rolling to the side to dodge.

Phil had already led several paladins to block him, and together they wove a golden spell-inscribed cage with holy light to lock him inside.

The Holy Child's energy suddenly surged, accompanied by a burst of speed, allowing him to evade the first round of encirclement, but he was clearly no longer able to resist.

Those around them also tentatively stepped into the magic circle. The magical reaction told them that they could handle it, and the main force gradually moved inward.

It was only a matter of time before the Holy Child was killed, but I didn't expect him to be so agile.

As the Empire's power and momentum grew stronger, Theodore, deep within the factory, became increasingly calm.

A drop of magic, like sweat, fell as he manipulated the energy 'body' left behind by Miles and slowly walked towards the battlefield.

In that life-or-death moment, his mind had never been so clear:

Based on the information previously transmitted by gang members from the four surrounding magic circles...

The existence of a newly promoted saintess is hard to ignore.

Whether it was initially preventing large-scale sacrifices or dismantling the magic arrays one by one, she was the core of the core.

Perhaps compared to the forces of Phil and Rachel ahead, this young girl is his greatest threat.

Therefore, his goal was clear: to kill Lucia, even if it meant ignoring Rachel and Phil.

Although I am now blessed by the primordial power of the Mother Goddess, I may still be able to fight them.

Only by killing Lucia can things take a turn for the better and give myself a chance to survive.

Seeing the Holy Child being surrounded and running away in panic, Theodore decided to leave him alone and let him die.

He then took the opportunity to hide himself, lowering their guard.

Even if he dies, these people will still have to face the final core magic array, and even directly challenge the majesty of the Mother Goddess.

At that time, we will still have to rely on Saint Lucia to solve the problem, and then we will have a great chance to launch a surprise attack with all our might.

Theodore clenched his fist.

…………

As external forces continue to enter, the space where the Holy Child can hide becomes smaller and smaller.

There is no way to avoid it.

Rachel and Phil's eyes lit up: Get ready to go for the kill!

The two incoming spells suddenly stopped for a moment.

They both wanted to inflict serious injury on the other's attack before finishing him off with their own.

However, the overly synchronized hand-retraction movements made the scene quite awkward.

Phil smiled like an elder: "Your Highness, since things have come to this, let's deal with him together, all for the sake of the Empire."

"Of course," Rachel replied with a smile.

After saying that, the two attacked together, and a tsunami-like energy rushed towards the Holy Child, instantly engulfing him.

After the roar of energy subsided, there was no more fluctuation.

The two went forward to look, and all that remained was a faint image of energy and a small remnant of a soul.

It was a little boy of six or seven years old, dressed in tattered, impoverished clothes, with a simple and innocent face.

He took one last happy look at everyone, then skipped away as if he had finally been liberated.

Even Rachel and Phil were momentarily moved.

Rachel gracefully sheathed the holy sword: "Our collaboration has been excellent."

Phil nodded in response.

A victor's smugness shone in his eyes, and his gaze was intense.

They walked at the very front and stepped onto the final magic circle.

He attempted to personally dismantle the last remaining esoteric energy, which was now isolated and helpless.

Before the group could make a move, a sudden commotion erupted around them!

The massive flow of magical energy hovering in the air did not diminish; in fact, it began to accelerate slowly, which only highlighted its weight and power.

It was as if an ancient, giant machine had begun to turn.

Amidst the rumbling sound, the gears continuously emitted vast amounts of energy.

Phil and Rachel were startled and took a half step back.

He immediately ordered his men to leave.

A question lingered in my mind: Why has there been a sudden resurgence of energy now?

They clearly had no power left to resist.

Rachel's gaze sharpened, revealing a resolute courage, and she stepped forward instead.

The wind that rose up blew her skirt and long hair.

She trusted her judgment and decided to gamble that the magic array was merely a charade, a temporary reprieve, and that the brave would be the first to claim all.

It is through this kind of hard work that she has reached her current position.

Phil frowned, watching Rachel's movements intently, but didn't follow suit; he wasn't about to gamble everything he had.

This comparison also reflects the current state of confrontation between the two major powers in the empire:

All the forces that Phil represents only want to hold onto everything they currently possess: wealth, status, and pleasure...

Even knowing that the empire was declining, even if the ship they were on was sinking, they didn't care; they just wanted to protect what belonged to them from being taken away by others.

Rachel and the political forces she was working for had a clear objective: they both recognized the crumbling foundations of the empire and the impending shocks.

However, their identities were also remarkably similar: they were all people of high status, but not quite high enough: city lords in remote areas, generals in the imperial court, and powerful families whose strength did not match their prestige...

The huge fluctuations also symbolize huge opportunities. They want to ride this wave, follow Rachel, and get their rightful place in the reshuffling of the political landscape.

Rachel resolutely faced the immense energy, raised her sword again, and unleashed her crimson magic to stab.

Her trusted subordinates were on tenterhooks, but knowing Rachel's style, they didn't try to stop her.

Meanwhile, Phil and the others silently prayed for Rachel from all around.

Something has to happen! Something has to happen! Something absolutely has to happen!

The surroundings were so quiet it was almost dripping with water. Under everyone's gaze, the moment the crimson touched it, it was like a fish swimming into the sea, penetrating without any hindrance.

It pierced straight into the core of the magic array.

As it went deeper, the surging energy around it dispersed like a paper tiger.

Rachel's gaze intensified, her eyebrows lifted, and she unleashed an even more unstoppable momentum, charging forward without hesitation.

Her subordinates also showed excitement: they had made the right bet!

Bishop Phil and his entourage all wore serious expressions.

What is more painful than one's own failure is the success of others.

The crimson sword light ripped through the massive magic array until it collided with the energy core.

It was suddenly bounced back, as if it had hit something inviolable, without causing the slightest tremor.

Everyone's eyes flashed as they noticed that as the sword light was deflected, the core was releasing purple magic power outwards again, unhurriedly.

Rachel's gaze swept across her face, and she thrust her sword forward once more.

But the situation remained the same. After breaking through the surrounding magic, it could not shake the core even a little. It continued to release magic, trying to restore itself to its original state.

Then suddenly, another unusual event occurred.

Under the illumination of the surging magic power at the energy core, a giant human figure gradually emerged in the air.

It was as if the Mother Goddess of Covenant Truth, standing proudly in the universe, looked down upon them, so small and insignificant.

Even if it was just a phantom, its deep yet ethereal gaze robbed anyone who met its eyes of the courage to tremble.

Rachel instinctively raised her sword to defend herself, but fortunately the Mother Goddess's Shadow did not launch an attack. She quickly withdrew, took a deep breath, and her chest was already soaked with sweat.

Seeing this scene, no one would dare to break the magic array themselves.

What should I do?

Rachel glanced at Phil, who was also frowning in thought, looking hesitant.

Then their gazes fell on one person again: Mien, who was standing calmly in the back.

Rachel straightened up, her ample bosom a testament to her pride, and walked toward Mien.

Although the actions just now did not completely destroy the magic array.

But enough results have already been achieved.

In particular, today's scene will soon be spread in detail to every part of the empire.

This includes the immense suppressive force of the magic array that no one dared to approach beforehand, the cowardly and hesitant Bishop Phil, and himself, who stepped forward alone with his sword.

Rachel walked gracefully to Mien, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Scholar Mien, it seems I need your help now."

Rachel's eyes sparkled.

Who is more capable? Who is worthy of following? Who symbolizes the future of the empire?

Presumably, from today onwards, everyone in the empire will have their own answers.

Rachel's lips curved into a smile as she glanced at Phil, who was tense and looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I've already beaten him by too much."