The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Who on earth can defeat a god in his own kingdom?

"Why……"

High Priest Evans had a hoarse voice, a hunched body, and a staggering gait, and a wooden statue fell out of his arms.

It was a human figure wearing a shepherd's robe, with a hollow face exactly like the God of Light. The only difference was that its body was covered with cracks, like cracked wood after being exposed to the sun.

"I just want to seek shelter, just want to see my lover..."

Ella, who was standing by, looked at the chattering old man and couldn't help but sigh, "Give up, Lord Evans, it's all over."

"I'm crazy?...Why do you say I'm crazy?" Evans's words were incoherent and it seemed like he was hearing hallucinations.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, staring blankly at the saint kneeling on the stone steps, the madness in his eyes becoming more and more intense, "No... I understand..."

"I understand... Ella Harvel... it's you..."

"...You are the source of the madness... I finally understand... I finally understand!"

As Evans muttered, the statue that fell to the ground actually began to float slowly, and a few wisps of dark black mist poured out from the cracks of the statue.

"I expected it... I should have known..."

The mist adhered to Evans' old arms, transforming into strange patterns like spider webs.

"It's all because of you... Ella Haywel... It's all because of you!!!" Evans gnashed his teeth. There seemed to be countless voices ringing in his brain, and finally condensed into a hoarse roar, "The power of God cannot revive her... Then you, will be buried with her!!!"

As the words fell, the huge magic circle covering the entire square suddenly emitted a dark red light, and the vast sky with layers of clouds seemed to be dyed with a deep blood red.

The bloody sky slowly fell, and the people in the square were no longer petrified, but all fell to their knees on the ground, wailing in pain.

The pale armor of the Templar was cracked, revealing deep lines. A group of believers fell to the ground with distorted features. The adventurers guarding the wall had bloodshot eyes and limp limbs, as if something was draining their souls.

Only the holy figure with silver hair on the steps seemed to have no effect at all.

Ella stood up slowly and looked at the high priest through the satin covering her eyes.

【1: 53】

The countdown started again. Although Ella had expected this to happen because the mission had not yet been completed, she did not expect that the thing buried deep in the high priest's heart would be so crazy.

The girl sighed. Since Ye Xiao was not there, she had to take action.

Just treat him as an evil god, it is better than allowing millions of lives to be sacrificed.

Anyway, she had no interest in the position of Saint at the beginning.

More importantly...she had wanted to beat this bastard up for a long time!

"Ella Haywel... come, let me reveal your true face... for the world...!!!" Evans' limbs began to twist and stretch, his stomach slowly swelled like a balloon, and his ten fingers became slender and sharp, like dry branches.

The silver-haired girl's cute face curled up slightly, and she put a delicate hand on her cheek and gently took off the silk, revealing her charming blood-red eyes. Her pink lips slightly opened, and her light voice spread throughout the square:

"Ants are ants after all. How dare a mortal dare to challenge a god."

Since his identity as the evil god has been exposed, it shouldn't be a problem for him to speak some villain lines.

Evans' body grew bigger and bigger, tearing the loose robe. The wrinkles of his belly sucked the strange wooden statue into his body. The ceremonial staff was pinched in his palm as big as a door panel like a long and thin fork.

"Gurgle...Wow..."

The words uttered from the enlarged throat were completely meaningless, and the eyeballs under the bloated face were rolling around.

Seeing the most powerful bishop in the Holy Cathedral of Loren become in such a horrible state, all the clergymen who were immersed in the pain of having their souls pulled out were filled with fear.

If the Cathedral Square with the upside-down town in the sky just now was just like being caught in a storm, then the scene now has become a hell on earth.

Facing the huge arm waving at her like a dead tree, Ella simply raised her two small hands lightly, and her pure white gloves were covered with dark filth like a quagmire.

The filth fell to the ground and immediately grew into countless tall tentacles, like a giant octopus lurking in the ground, waving its huge tentacles and wrapping around Evans's dead branch-like arms.

More black mud spread from the hem of Ella's skirt and spread around along the stone steps, like an expanding abyss that constantly swallowed everything around it.

A spreading bacterial plaque seemed to appear in the center of the magic circle that covered the entire square, and the spell corroded by the silt flickered a few times like a light bulb with poor contact and then went out.

Endless sludge washed over the ground like a tsunami, crashing into the outer wall of the barrier and even creating huge waves.

When the believers who were in agony saw this horrifying scene, there was only despair in their eyes.

Darkness instantly engulfed everyone in the square. They felt as if countless crawling bugs were drilling into their skin, their mouths and noses were suffocating, and there was no longer a trace of light in their vision.

While the summoned tentacles were struggling with Evans, Ella decisively opened the Gate of the Abyss to destroy the magic circle covering the entire square. After all, only God knew whether Evans, who had become grotesque, would sacrifice some people to gain power.

Although I haven't seen the other party use this trick, don't the villains in other movies and novels all use this kind of trick?

As for the people who were submerged in the mud summoned by the Gate of the Abyss, apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, they were naturally not hurt. On the contrary, there was a lot of "healing holy light" in it to repair the injuries of those believers whose souls were damaged by the operation of the magic circle.

The magic circle was destroyed, the blood-red sky shook violently, and even the reflection of Hope Town in the sky became blurry.

“Nooooooo!!!”

Evans, whose half of his body was submerged in the mud, seemed unable to believe what he saw. He roared and waved his huge arms to tear away the tentacles wrapped around him.

The torn tentacles twisted and oozing black mud, which dripped onto Evans' arm and suddenly turned into a blazing black flame, burning his arm into black charcoal as the high priest wailed.

Chapter 55: The Mad Bishop

Under the blood-red sky that blocked out the sun, a mad bishop with a bloated body and a dark saint dressed in a white dress but bathed in filth faced off in the ruined church square. Below the steps were millions of people who had been swallowed by the abyss.

This strange and crazy scene is deeply imprinted in the eyes of every believer who comes to make the pilgrimage.

Ella stepped on the rising giant tentacle, raising her petite body to the same height as the huge Evans.

The howling wind blew away the veil on her head, and her long silver hair spread out in the wind. She raised one hand high, and the mud in her palm stretched out and transformed into a pitch-black sickle of judgment, with black flames wandering on the blade.

"Evans, did you see what you wanted to see?"

Touching his burned arm, Evans, with a long white beard on his face, raised his head. His decayed body could not have lasted much longer.

The destroyed ritual of divine descent backfired, and the magic circle that controlled such a huge area was eroded by mud. The god he had created with great effort was defeated by the apostle who borrowed the power of Ella. How could he possibly be a match for this saint?

Perhaps he never thought he could win, and his final roar was just a martyrdom for the madness growing in his heart.

The dark brown amber eyes in the dry and sunken eye sockets first reflected the countless believers who crawled out of the mud, and then looked at the sickle in the girl's hand, and a trace of clarity seemed to flash through them.

"If you are a god... that's fine too."

An old and kind voice sounded softly, just as respectful as it always was when teaching young clergymen.

Then a roar from a dry voice resounded through the world, as if the human voice just now was just an illusion.

Evans waved his remaining arm, which was dry and thick like a huge tree sweeping across the sky.

The tentacle under Ella's feet stirred up the spikes and threw her tiny figure high into the air.

She held a long-handled sickle taller than her head in both hands, dragging a black flame tail that formed a straight line from the sky, passing by the bloated bishop who pounced ferociously into the sky.

With one stroke, the blood spurted out and instantly dyed the marble brick wall red.

The scarlet raindrops thrown from the huge body poured down, seeming to wash away the mud on the ground.

The black abyss covering the square sank into the ground, revealing white bricks. As the barrier disappeared, the dark red sky slowly rose.

The reflection of the town hanging upside down in the sky gradually became thinner like a mirage, and the accumulated clouds in the sky also dispersed. The sunlight that penetrated the darkness turned into dazzling beams of light and fell on the people who had just woken up from a dream.

The countdown also stopped.

It was as if they had suddenly returned to the world from hell. The people who had escaped death in the square looked at this beautiful celestial phenomenon that seemed like a miracle.

The saint in her white dress was still bathing in the sun, her petite figure was holy and dignified, but the deep red eyes on her fair face looked a little weird.

If they hadn't seen the huge bishop's body, which had been drained of blood, still leaning against the collapsed door of the ceremony hall, with his bloated belly rising and falling weakly, everyone would have felt as if the pain and despair they had just experienced were just a short nightmare.

The Templar Knights stared at the girl standing quietly on the stone steps for a long time before they reacted, picked up their halberds and quickly lined up to surround the stone steps.

The elders, still frightened, stood up, and a small group of them called on the young priests who had not yet recovered from their trance to end the incident quickly and evacuate the civilian believers and nobles who came to worship.

The remaining elders and older priests all turned their eyes to the man in a long red robe who was slowly walking up the seventy-seven steps.

Tobias William, the cardinal from the Holy City, could only take over the situation as the nominal supreme commander of the Loren Cathedral after Evans, the Archbishop and High Priest of the Loren Cathedral, apostatized and Saint Ella showed her heretical power.

Bishop William, who was gently wiping the damaged monocle, was somewhat helpless, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Lord Haiweier... this... to be honest, you have given me a big problem."

"My Lord Bishop William, just do what you should do." Ella nodded slightly, raised her hands to her chest, and signaled the other party to put shackles on her.

Anyway, the dungeon under the White Tower that holds Dean is definitely not big enough to hold her. She can just kick down the wall and run away.

But now that there are so many people here, the church still has to give it some way out. After all, the situation has been eased with great difficulty, and it cannot be disrupted again just because she wants to run away.

"Since you are the chosen one of the God of Light, why do you still use... magic other than holy light?" Bishop William stood where he was, seemingly still hesitating about something.

"Can I say... my holy light magic skills are really poor?" Ella sighed, "I don't even know why I was chosen by the God of Light."

Seeing the girl's helpless expression, the young cardinal was also distressed. "But now, it is still difficult for me to associate you with... the evil god."

"Haha, I don't think I am either." Seeing Bishop William's complicated expression, Ella couldn't help but smile evilly, lifted the wind-blown hair by her ear, and said softly, "But according to the doctrine of the church, I should be considered... Are you surprised that the saint is actually an evil god?"

This unintentionally revealed charm was like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, coupled with the light shining through the clouds, it made Bishop William, who had only faith in his heart, look a little dazed for a moment.

"Cough." It was only after Ella coughed lightly that Bishop William came back to his senses.

"Um... Lord Saint... Lord Haiweier, I still have some doubts... Actually, you could have just stood by and watched, right? That way, your identity wouldn't be exposed."

Ella just shook her head slightly, some things were useless no matter how much she said.

If she could live only for her own interests, how could she have become an unknown swordsman in her previous life.

But she was well aware of the fanatical devotion of the temple believers to the God of Light. The guy in front of her looked relatively young and might not have reached that stage yet, but his few words at most expressed some inner doubts and confusion.

No matter how much I say, it's impossible to persuade them to give up their hostility towards the evil god. They're going to fight when they break out of prison anyway. The more I try to win them over now, the more awkward it will be when the time comes.

It would be better to talk less nonsense and then just pretend that you don't know each other when you fight.

"Do what you have to do, Your Excellency."

"What should be done..."

Bishop William looked at the Templar Knights surrounding him, looked at the people who were walking out of the outer wall one after another at the bottom of the stairs, saw the nobles who were still looking at this side with lingering fear, and saw the elders and priests who were silent on the side.

He suddenly felt his hands were a little heavy. According to the teachings, he only needed to wave his hands lightly, and the girl in front of him would face the pursuit from the temple and even the entire continent.

His faith and everything he held in his heart told him that he should do this.

Even if the girl saved them, she would not hesitate to expose her identity and be hostile to the Holy Temple.

But the girl is an evil god after all, an evil god who stands on the opposite side of the God of Light he believes in. No matter what, he should...

Wait a minute...wait a minute...

Is she really on the opposite side of the God of Light?

William seemed to suddenly realize something.

If what he saw only made him feel confused, then the God of Light he believed in seemed to have given him guidance long ago.

Chapter 56: The Only Chosen One

Tobias William suddenly raised his voice, "Templar Knights!"

"Click." As Bishop William finished speaking, a circle of Templar Knights on the steps immediately stood at attention, making a neat sound of clacking their feet.

Wow what are you doing!

Ella was frightened by Bishop William's roar - I have already made it clear that I surrender, but you still want to fight me, right? Do you have any manners?

"The high priest of the Loren Cathedral, Evans Arendell, colluded with the evil cult and took advantage of the gathering of believers during the pilgrimage festival to attempt a blood sacrifice and guide the evil god to descend."

"The Chosen One of the Light Gods, the Priest of the Loren Pilgrimage Festival, Lady Ella Haivel intervened in time in the crisis, defeated the High Priest Evans, and saved more than a million people trapped in the blood sacrifice array."

After suddenly declaring this loudly, Bishop William knelt on one knee with one hand on his chest, his red robe covering the devastated floor. "I, Tobias William, personally pay my highest respects to the great Chosen One of Light, Saint Ella Hayvel, who saved the Loren Cathedral and millions of pilgrims!"

"What are you doing...I am..." Ella was suddenly a little confused.

"Lord Haiweil, I only remember that you are the Saint chosen by the God of Light. As for what other people remember, it has nothing to do with me." Bishop William said softly.

If the God-chosen Saint, who symbolizes the highest position in the temple, can choose to sacrifice herself calmly to save others, then why can't he, a cardinal and a believer who claims to believe in light, sacrifice his own reputation to protect the victims?

After saying this, Bishop William untied his red robe and gently placed it on the ground. Then he stood up and turned his back to Ella to look at the group of Templar Knights and priests.

"Follow the teachings of the great God of Light, and do not allow those who sacrifice for others to be sacrificed. Follow the teachings of the great God of Light, and Lady Saint is also the only one chosen by God."

"Therefore, in my own name, I will fight to protect the Holy Maiden chosen by the God of Light."

"Brothers and sisters, if anyone wants to arrest Lady Haiweier, then step over my dead body!"