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

　"very good!"

　They saw Ophelia Thane being escorted before Stonek, and saw the White Tower surrounded by private soldiers.

　"It seems the situation is hopeless," the playboy let out a long sigh. "Ophelia is simply too young, poor girl. She doesn't fully grasp the logic of human nature, and will naturally lose the trust of those around her... Ultimately, most people still pursue material gain, and faith is worthless in this era..."

　"Stonek was a smart man," the lady quacked like a duck. "Look at what happened to Roberts Thane! When I approached him about opening a Golden Paradise in the White Tower District, he actually cited the sanctity of the White Tower District as a reason to reject all other extravagant places. Ugh! That arrogant old man ended up dying like a stray dog!"

　The old gentleman was the only one at the table whose expression remained unchanged. He stared at Ophelia in the crystal ball and frowned slightly.

　"wrong."

　The next second, Ophelia's wand was pressed against Stoner's chin.

　As the scene became chaotic, the light in the crystal ball began to flicker.

　""

　Watching the ever-changing scene in the crystal ball, the businessmen at the table fell silent.

　On the stage outside the suite, the king and the prince were fighting, and metal clashed.

　"Oh~Father~My stupid father~"

　"You set fire to the huts, built castles on the ruins, and took the farmers' grain."

　"You don't understand her! You don't understand her! You only love yourself, you foolish king."

　As the opera progressed, a gunshot was heard from inside the crystal ball.

　On the stage, Prince Samuel pierced the king with a sword, and blood splattered.

　""

　"We should go."

　The old gentleman stood up with a solemn expression.

　He glanced around the table and saw that everyone looked terrified and had lost their composure.

　"Ophelia Thain... won?" Playboy muttered.

　"Oh...my sweet little Ophelia..."

　"We're done! We're done!"

　"Quiet!" the old gentleman shouted. "It's useless to say anything now. Since that idiot Stonek has put himself in this situation, we need to maintain our manpower to the maximum extent possible. No amount of talking will help."

　"When the opera is over and the crowd disperses, we will leave through the underground tunnel and mobilize all our private soldiers to attack the Governor's Palace and divert the King's spies!"

　"Understand!"

　The old gentleman glanced around the table again, but found that no one was talking.

　He was stunned, a hint of anger burning between his brows, and he reached out and grabbed a businessman by the collar:

　"Hey you..."

　He was stunned because he found that the businessman's eyes had turned up slightly.

　he died.

　"Clang."

　With the sound of a chair falling to the ground, the old gentleman let go of the businessman and looked at the group of people around the mahogany table.

　The playboy had fallen to the ground, drooling from the corners of his mouth and his eyes rolled up.

　The lady lay on the table, her lifeless eyes looking at the old gentleman quietly.

　died.

　They are all dead.

　""

　The old gentleman staggered back two steps, and at this moment, Prince Samuel's wail was heard from outside the suite.

　He held his father's body, raised his head, and shouted to the sky:

　"Oh! Father! Father!"

　"You are so foolish as to play tricks on your people. You have never listened to God's words!"

　“He sent down seven sharp swords to warn our fragile hearts, but you used them as weapons!”

　"You are destined to walk with Satan! Your soul has already been twisted beyond belief!"

　"You will atone! Atone! Atone! Go to that despised hell!"

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement...

　. "

　Accompanied by the operatic aria, the same two words echoed in all directions around the old gentleman.

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement..."

　He staggered back two steps—all the fallen merchants stood up, stared at him, and repeated the word "atonement".

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement..."

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The old gentleman's nerves were broken, and he fell to the ground, kicking and screaming:

　"No! No! Don't come here!"

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement..."

　"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

　"Snapped!"

　The stage lights went out and applause came from the theater outside the suite.

　As the applause died down, the echoing whispers quietly dissipated, and everything sank back into the abyss of silence.

　A crimson light descended from the dome, illuminating the old gentleman.

　He raised his head tremblingly and met a pair of eyes, one golden and one red.

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement...?"

　At some point, a young girl squatted in front of the old gentleman and looked at him with a smile on her face.

　"Will people like you really atone for your sins? Look at your appearance..."

　She was dressed in a black dress, looking like a rich lady who came to watch the opera, but the gleam in her eyes made the old gentleman feel extremely uncomfortable.

　The girl gently pulled his hand, and the merchant saw crimson threads gleaming at her fingertips.

　The merchants at the table moved with the flickering of silk threads, their behavior was disgusting, and sin was growing under the crimson light.

　"Does being in the penthouse make you feel like... you're in control of everything on stage, and they're going to sing whatever you want them to sing?"

　"Who are you!" the old gentleman shouted angrily, "Tell Jade Seventeen that I have already transferred 80% of the gold stored in the Romesas City vault to Yan Xia! If he still wants to get that gold back, he'd better come to me in person to negotiate!"

　He finally understood what was going on: the king's men had been waiting here for a long time, but they had never shown up!

　However, facing his scolding, the girl just smiled faintly:

　"Look...how arrogant you are...you still think you are sitting at the negotiating table..."

　The deep red pupil flickered, and the old gentleman's gaze was fixed on that eye.

　Through those eyes, he glimpsed history, glimpsed the stone tablets...

　A glimpse of the moonlight.

　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The old gentleman covered his eyes, wailed in pain, and rolled on the ground.

　As he rolled, he suddenly stopped and became as stiff as a corpse.

　""

　The old gentleman mechanically rose to his feet and made a signpost bow to the girl.

　"Ms. Lucifer, what do you need from me?"

　"Gather all your people," Lucifer said with a slight smile, "and then... defend the Glen Opera House to the death..."

　She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and a crimson red spider lily bloomed in the air and fell into her hand.

　She handed the flower to the old gentleman and whispered:

　"Then... scatter the petals of this flower all over the world..."

　"Let them remember everything, remember their sins..."

　"Yes."

　The old gentleman nodded slightly, his crimson eyes dull.

　He filed out of the room with the merchants to carry out the order.

　""

　Lucifer leaned on the edge of the top floor suite and glanced sideways at the theater outside the window.

　What came into view was countless crimson threads hanging from the top of the theater, holding back the darkness below.

　On the stage, the actor who played Prince Samuel held the king stiffly, looking up and muttering the same words over and over again:

　"Atonement...Atonement...Atonement..."

　Looking at the stage, Lucifer softly recited the lines:

　"You are destined to walk with Satan. Has your soul already been twisted beyond belief..."

　"Yes... you filthy people are only fit to be with me..."

　"After all...don't forget, this is hell."

　""

　Turbulent waves came from the north, creating ripples in the ocean of the spiritual world.

　Lucifer turned his head and looked towards the far north, and heard his mother's prayer:

　"Lucifer! Morning Star Angel! Crimson Apostle! King of Hell!"

　"Satan!"

　The corners of her mouth curled slightly, her index finger touched her lips, and she whispered:

　"As expected, you still need my help...Mother..."

　"Is this your final closure? After this, can we meet again?"

　"But you are too idealistic, you love them too much, you forget how dirty this world is..."

　Lucifer stretched out her hand, and crimson threads blossomed from her palm, causing cracks to appear on her body.

　Enduring the excruciating pain that nearly broke his spirit, Lucifer's face twisted as he suddenly pulled—

　"boom!"

　She responded to Xingmo's prayer, allowing her to be pulled towards the silver tree and towards the past by the connection of fate.

　"cough..."

　Lucifer fell to his knees, coughed up a piece of blood, and his eyes dimmed a little.

　As she coughed, she suddenly started laughing, and her laughter became louder and louder, and happier and happier.

　She pulled her mother into the past, and her fate became entangled with her mother's.

　She finally got the...

　that power...

　"I want you to know that this world is hell and not worth your protection..."

　Lucifer looked up, and just then, the ceiling of the opera house began to move to both sides, and the sound of steam gears gnashing was heard.

　Through the transparent dome, she saw the crimson moonlight.