The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Alice nodded slightly.

　"The new White Tower Council...is still corrupt."

　"Damn it, I knew that merchants were no good. Before the free bull demons were recruited, their favorite thing to do was to hang merchants on trees and dry them in the sun."

　Nepientis spat, and Cherry next to him frowned.

　"General, you have no qualities."

　"I'm looking down on businessmen, understand?"

　Nepientis shook his head.

　"So, you came back... to kill that Stoneclaw Thane?"

　"If he's the mastermind behind the Citadel invasion, then yes," Alice nodded. "Will you assist us?"

　"Of course. The king's orders are to behead all traitorous messengers."

　He kicked the headless corpse that was trampled into a bloody mess again, breathing out of his nostrils:

　"There will be a messenger at each gate. This is the information I received. Since the ones at the South Gate have been killed, this side is basically cleared out!"

　"No one is trying to stop us now. I guess they've all entered the city. Once they're inside, they'll still have to be killed!"

　"Then kill."

　Alice was decisive. She let go of the broom, letting it float in the air, and then sat on it gracefully sideways.

　"Rangers, if you help us retake the Citadel, then after the Crusade... the relationship between the Citadel and Messina won't be so strained."

　"I don't understand politics, Miss Alice. It's no use telling me."

　Nepientes looked like a rough man:

　"However, what I advocate is strength, not the shady dealings of those businessmen!"

　"So, I will help you kill them!"

　He raised his axe, and in the darkness behind him, countless demihumans riding bull demons also raised their axes:

　"Go! Kill all those merchants' lackeys!"

　The Messina Rangers begin their march, and Alice steers her broomstick into the air.

　She immediately saw sparks flying out from the outline of the city - it was the Messina guards who occupied the city and attacked the members of Section 1 in the sky!

　Under the cover of night, Alice held on to her broom tightly, feeling the evening breeze.

　The destination is the White Tower!

　"They are still resisting stubbornly, unwilling to open the gates of the White Tower and welcome us."

　Stonek Sean raised his head and looked at the tower with a faint white light rippling on its surface.

　He could not enter the White Tower. From the moment the alarm sounded, the White Tower was completely blocked.

　"Is this your work, Ophelia?"

　Stone turned around and looked at his daughter in shackles:

　"You had already predicted what might happen tonight, so you left your true confidants inside the White Tower and sealed it off, preventing us from entering."

　"As long as we can't enter the White Tower, it would be meaningless even if we destroyed the entire Citadel. This tower is the Citadel's true treasure."

　"Luckily, the Ever-Sounding Starry Sea Bell is gone. Otherwise, we would have taken action on the night of the White Tower... But this tower should still have some magical powers, right? If we hadn't taken hostages..."

　Stonek glanced to the side and saw that on the string magic circles of the White Tower, the guards had captured a large number of residents and tied them up together.

　"...You might have let them do it?"

　"Even though I can't summon moonlight like that Messina Saint, repelling us... should be easy..."

　"You are very smart and outstanding, my daughter. You check and balance me..."

　"But... why bother? We don't have to go this far, right?"

　"Then you have to ask yourself, Father."

　Ophelia said in a deep voice:

　“Why have we come to this?”

　"Is it because of your grandfather?" Stoner smiled gracefully, every muscle on his face controlled perfectly. "No way... Ophelia, were all those words you said to me out of anger true? I thought... you returned to the Citadel to do these things to prove yourself to me..."

　"Of course I have to make you think so," Ophelia said calmly, "otherwise, how can I ask you to lend me those people?"

　Stone's expression froze, and for a moment, Ophelia thought he was about to lose his composure.

　But the stiffness soon turned into a stiff smile:

　"Look, things really didn't have to turn out this way, right? I wanted to conquer the Citadel using the merchant's methods, but you didn't want to..."

　Ophelia didn't respond, but just looked at her father quietly.

　"I asked Arnold to take those talented people away. What was my purpose? Do you think I wanted him to transfer assets and run away? No, daughter, you are too short-sighted, really... I feel like you didn't listen to what I taught you at all..."

　"Transfer the talents now, and after the holy war is over, we will send them in under our name to rebuild the city."

　"We will transform slowly and gently. We already have enough people, and with the post-war reconstruction, believe me, even the Star Angels will have to bow to us for the sake of their anchors."

　"But you

　You destroyed everything... You buried Arnold alive and killed our friends one by one. Do you need to go so far?"

　"need."

　Ophelia's expression suddenly became a little scary.

　"You have tarnished their faith. You have made them sell their souls to the devil for profit. You want to put profit above faith."

　"You have violated the teachings of the Goddess..."

　"You're quite good at imitating your grandfather's speech, Ophelia," Stoner said with a faint smile. "You're talking about the goddess' teachings all the time. Now, are you going to accuse me of a crime?"

　"There's no need to say that specifically."

　Ophelia lowered her head and looked at the shackles on her hands.

　At the edge of the shackles, she saw a golden crack.

　"You are guilty, I am guilty, we are all guilty and awaiting the day of judgment."

　"Okay, Ophelia, there's no need for this."

　Stone walked up to Ophelia with a smile and patted her shoulder gently.

　His smile was very handsome, really very handsome, and Ophelia could even smell the perfume he was wearing.

　"Let me put it this way. I've already arranged everything. As long as we control the White Tower, the Chamber of Commerce will be able to force Emerald Seventeen to step down immediately."

　"The White Tower is ours, the Citadel is ours, Messina is ours. We will put an end to the warlord system and build more factories even in remote areas like Grum City, giving those hungry children more job opportunities and allowing them to fill their stomachs."

　"Think about it, you're now the bishop of the Xinghai Church! Hasn't this fulfilled Grandpa's last wish? So, of course, we want to keep this world peaceful, right? So, of course, we need some means. Someone has to bear the blame, so why not us?"

　"Have you ever considered," Ophelia interrupted her father, "that everything you do by trying to undermine the Citadel is reducing the possibility of victory in the Holy War?"

　"You taint their faith... impurities in their beliefs... Every time someone is influenced by you, the Star Angel loses an anchor..."

　"Every time a talented person is missing, there will be less supplies sent to Mortiheim, and the number of deaths may be much higher..."

　"Father, you are a businessman. You used this life-or-death crusade as leverage and personally reduced your chances of victory."

　"And now... you're actually treating me as a business partner... and talking to me about dividing the world?"

　The atmosphere suddenly changed. Ophelia's expression became a little more ferocious, and the smile on Stoner's face became a little less.

　Ophelia stepped forward and glared at her father fiercely:

　"Did you know that Grandpa fought for this city until the very last moment! He held the Sword of Dawn!"

　"Father wasn't smart enough, so he died!" Stoner suddenly lost his composure and yelled, "I won't die for my damn faith! I'm not that kind of fool! Ophelia! We are civilized! We are civilized!"

　The elegant mask was finally torn apart, revealing Stonek Thayne's ferocious face.

　Ophelia found that there were really many wrinkles on his face, and the perfume smelled a bit greasy, as if every inch of the fragrance was sunk into the wrinkles on his face, outlining a completely different face.

　The face of the devil.

　"Listen, Ophelia, if the merchant's methods don't work, I'll use bloodshed."

　He held Ophelia's shoulders tightly, breathing heavily:

　"As soon as I give the order, the Messina Guard will begin to enter the city. Since you refuse to open the White Tower, I will make sure this trip is full of benefits!"

　"No one can protect the Citadel now! The Imperial Guards have already entered the city! You made your own choice! You expelled an entire department from the Supernatural Department, and no one can help you!"

　"I told you, I'm not afraid of bloodshed!" Stonek's mouth trembled as he roared this. "Do you really care about winning or losing the Holy War? If everyone in the Citadel dies, will the Star Angels still have enough anchor points? Either we all die together, or you open the fucking White Tower and then-"

　"boom----"

　The sound of an explosion came from a distance, interrupting Stone's roar.

　He looked into the distance in confusion—high flames rose across the city, and the figures of the guards were thrown into the sky.

　Similar situations occurred in almost every city district at the same time, and several forces launched a resistance at the same time!

　"You don't understand faith, father. You didn't listen to what grandpa said, and you didn't want to listen."

　Stonek lowered his head and stared at his daughter blankly.

　She saw a faint golden light flash in the depths of her daughter's pupils, like lightning.

　"Then I saw a great white throne, and he who sat on it... The dead were judged out of the things which were written in the books, according to their works..."

　Ophelia whispered, her face suddenly becoming ferocious.

　Then--

　"Snapped!"

　She broke free of her fragile chains, drew her wand—

　——It hit Stoner’s chin!

　"Father, today is your judgment day!"

　Ophelia roared, with golden light flashing in her eyes!

　Stoner finally saw what it was.

　That's a golden branch!

Chapter 603: Mad God, Parricide, and Young Angel (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The moment Ophelia's wand touched Stone's chin, the situation

　has changed.

　The messenger immediately raised his hand and was about to crush a letter when he saw a flash of golden light.

　"do not move."

　The messenger turned his eyes and saw that the soldier escorting Ophelia raised his gun to him, and there seemed to be whirlpools flashing in his lake blue eyes under his hat.

　It turns out that has always been...

　"Milliam Phillips..."

　The moment they realized her identity, the guards behind Miriam raised their weapons and pointed them at her.

　Almost at the same time, the outer circle of guards also tore off their disguises, and the academic teachers headed by Professor Ling all raised their wands. The student union members headed by Nobo stood back, holding their wands and facing the outer circle of guards.

　One by one, the members of the Second Division of the Extraordinary Department moved closer to Miriam, and even a few members of the Third Division bravely picked up the Extraordinary Sealed Objects to fight.

　They had already sneaked in.

　"Do you really think we will let you slaughter us? Mr. Chamber of Commerce Leader..."

　Miriam stared at Stonek, a vortex brewing in her lake-blue eyes:

　"Or do you have the confidence to corrupt me with that little money?"

　"Milliam Phillips, it's a shame you didn't accept our...invitation..."

　Even though Stoner had Ophelia's wand pressed against his chin, he still looked like he had everything under control.

　"You would have had the opportunity to display your talents on a bigger stage."