After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"I told you, how could Lord Aize be a traitor? He just did that, and he was still reminding us to escape!"

"Yeah, these beasts are fucking no good! Lord Aize let them off before, but they didn't repent and still did something like this!"

"Speaking of which, the demons have begun their siege, and Lord Aize is still here... Is that okay?"

Emotions are brewing.

In a few minutes, they would rush up, beat up the group of already confused believers, then pull Aize out of the crowd and send him respectfully to the city wall.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and someone, or rather a demon, could no longer sit still.

"What a troublesome hero!!!"

Realizing what was happening, the Faceless Man tried to control the little girl Jane and started to use the same trick again.

"Ah, I heard it, it's the goddess' voice again! This is all a lie, the real culprit is somewhere else..."

Another large-scale telepathy.

The believers, whose spirits were feeling more restless and empty than ever before, almost immediately fell into fanatical faith again and began to listen to the so-called "teachings".

There is no doubt that the Faceless King is instructing them to overturn the entire land and use more brutal means to pull out the succubus in order to kill Aize.

But it was obvious that Aize would not give him this opportunity.

"Vir, do it!!!"

"Yes, I understand!!!"

Villian, who had been waiting for a long time and witnessed everything, and was bleeding from her lips to her tongue and even her heart, flashed out from the dark corner where she was hiding.

The magic power that had been prepared long ago quickly gathered, and more than a dozen black mist-like light balls condensed into shape almost instantly and were launched with a wave of the master's hand.

"Uh--"

With a series of groaning and dull sounds, more than a dozen middle and high-level church members, including Jane, lost consciousness at the same time and fell heavily to the ground, completely lifeless.

A modified version of the instant death spell used by Aize during the battle on the Anlin Plains. It doesn't cause actual death, but instead puts the target into a state of suspended animation that's practically indistinguishable from actual death, requiring a specific spell to break.

In the week since their last contact with the Faceless King, Azer and Villian had discussed some ways to fight it.

The conclusion is that there is no way to directly pull this guy out at the moment, and we can only find a way to force it to come out on its own.

The solution is this technique.

Although its specific capabilities are unknown, since it is related to consciousness and possession, there are only two possibilities after being infected: either fall into a state of suspended animation or escape.

Either one can achieve the purpose of covering your mouth.

The next question is to find out who is the Faceless King.

I have no idea about this.

But based on common sense, Aize made a judgment:

"If I were the Faceless King, I wouldn't possess an insignificant person for convenience. I would definitely choose someone of high status as my target. The most likely target would be the little girl named Jane. She's close to Rosaline and seems to play a special role. Of course, other mid-level and high-level individuals are also possible."

"Considering the range of telepathy, it should be standing in the center of the formation when the incident occurs. So, to sum up, if we want to take action, we should start with the simple ones, then gradually move outwards, taking down the church leaders standing in the center, one by one, without missing a single one!"

If you can’t guess who it is, then kill them all.

Anyway, I'm faking my death, so I'm not afraid of stabbing the wrong person and causing trouble.

So it became the current situation.

Although Aize confirmed Jane's identity, Violet did not know it, so she carried out the plan as planned. More than a dozen church members who had been identified in advance were knocked down by surprise.

But there is no difference in the results.

The believers who were listening to the "Goddess's Oracle" with happy faces suddenly heard the voices in their heads stop, and they opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Panic, confusion, and helplessness, these negative emotions that had just been slightly soothed were rolling in with an even greater force than before, completely drowning them.

He didn't even notice that more than ten people had fallen.

Until someone shouted in horror:

"Look, what is that!?"

Under the horrified gazes of countless people, a blurry black shadow slowly rose above Jane's unconscious body, then condensed and took shape.

A humanoid creature wearing a cloak stood in the night.

"Goddess, what...what on earth is this?"

"Monster! Why does this monster exist?!"

"Demons? No, I've never seen anything like that!"

The believers panicked and moved away from it using their hands and feet.

Aize whistled, picked up the sword that had just fallen aside because he was being held down, and walked forward.

His expression was full of sarcasm, and his tone became more and more arrogant:

"What's there to be afraid of? Huh? Isn't this the 'Goddess' you were just talking about? She was kneeling and praying in tears just now, and now she wants to run away? People really can be fickle, don't you think, Mr. Faceless King?"

(...)

The Faceless Man was silent, with the void beneath his cloak, staring at the approaching Aize.

The latter set up their weapons:

"Although I still don't know what your abilities are, since you ran away last time, it means you can't beat me and Wei'er in a head-on fight, right? Now, it's time for a personal vendetta. I'm going to double back the workload you've increased for me these days, and the overtime pay that comes with it!"

Chapter 130 Showdown

Facing the advancing Aize, the figure shrouded in the cloak trembled slightly, and seemed to let out a long sigh with its non-existent mouth.

Then he shook his head:

I never thought I'd be caught one day. Brave Aize, I must admit I underestimated you. Tsk tsk, what a hassle! These followers are even more useless than the worst-case scenario I imagined.

"I don't deny this."

Aize took another step forward.

"Okay, enough of that nonsense. Now that things have come to this, what are you going to do? I have a prison here specially prepared for you using space magic. Do you want to get in there yourself, or do I chop off your hands and feet and stuff them in there? Hmm?"

(Oh? You've prepared not only strategies and techniques against me, but also something like that? I'm truly sorry for the trouble you've taken. However, I'll decline. I have many important matters to attend to, and I can't be left here. So, goodbye.)

The Faceless King nodded, as if saluting Aize.

Then he took a step back, and just like what he had seen on the wall of Jarlsberg before, the figure began to blur, dim, and even melt.

"Tsk——"

Aize didn't say anything else, and immediately raised and lowered the sword that had been prepared long ago.

The magical power that filled it wrapped around the blade, and as it was swung violently, it left a dazzling trail in the darkness, easily splitting the opponent's body in two - or so it seemed.

In fact, Aize didn't cut anything.

No matter what that guy's ability was, he completely erased his own traces before the weapon actually took effect, and only a shadow was destroyed.

Aize sighed:

"These wretched creatures, only good at running away and using dirty tricks, are so disgusting no matter where they are. I'm almost starting to miss the time when I faced the orc army. At least it wasn't so hellish."

Then he looked at Villian:

"What do you mean? Can you track that guy down?"

"The signal is a little intermittent, but it's OK, the location is clear."

The witch lady held up a magic circle, walked through the believers who were pissing and shitting, and came in front of Aize.

"It's moving westward, and its speed... isn't very fast. What should we do? Chase it?"

"Of course, let's go. We have to end this bastard tonight no matter what."

"Aize, wait!!!"

Just as the two were about to set off, they heard a voice calling him from behind.

Turning around, I saw Rosalyn slumped on the ground.

In a previous meeting, Aize had warned her about the Faceless King, but at the time, she was so immersed in the active faith network and extreme happiness that she didn't listen at all.

Now, all believers can see this with their own eyes.

The simultaneous impact on both the reality and belief networks left her completely at a loss.

His brain and thoughts had basically stopped working, but driven by extreme fear and anxiety, he instinctively reached out to Aize.

"Aize... now, what should I do now... I... what should I do..."

This seems to have happened before.

She had also felt this uneasy when she was first summoned to this world, lost the faith of her hometown, and failed to develop new believers.

At that time, it was Aize who helped her.

Whether it is the comfort provided by the brave predecessor in words or emotions.

Later, through her own actions and achievements, she was able to quickly gain a foothold in faith.

It can be said that without Aize, there would never be the current Rosalind, the current Pure White Saint.

So she reached out her hand again.

however--

"Let's go, Weir, we're in a hurry."

"Ok!"

Aize just glanced at her expressionlessly, then turned and left quickly.

I don't want to say even a word.

"Aize..."

Rosalyn stood there in a daze.

Why is this happening?

Why would Aize treat himself like that?

No, that's not right.

It shouldn't be like this.

He has clearly not been like this all along.

He has always been to himself...

……

……

……

How do you treat yourself?

Now that the torrent of faith is becoming more and more chaotic and uncontrollable, Rosalyn, looking back on the past, is surprised to find that her memories of the past two years have suddenly become more blurred than ever before.

Just as Aize had judged before, she had relied too much on the faith network in both of her lives and had no knowledge of anything in the real world.

To the point where she couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Of course, there is no need to understand.

As Aze and the Faceless King walked away, a large crowd gathered around them.

It was not his own believers, but the local people who were extremely angry because of what had just happened.

"Kill this witch!!!"

I don't know who shouted this, but it became the signal to start.

A torrent of hostility and anger far exceeding the previous one, simultaneously struck the still dazed Rosaline Meredith on both the emotional and real levels.

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In a dim alley, the fleeing Faceless King reappeared.