As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Moreover, as the Pope's favorite, a noble talent of the Holy Light, she was inherently nobler than these ordinary nobles. How could she possibly bow to him?!

"You want me to pay the price?" Levi laughed in anger and clenched his fists.

"Words alone won't cut it, Roy Ironblad. Strength is the foundation of this world!"

No matter how much support you have, what advantage can you gain in a clash between extraordinary beings?!

Levi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, he took a step forward with force.

The clear and sharp sound was piercing and shocking.

The holy light mixed with golden glow gathered into a terrifying and extraordinary wave, like a sharp blade unsheathed, with a cold light flashing!

The extraordinary fluctuations of Sequence 6, coupled with Levi's own sword energy that had been honed for many years, were dispersed, causing many extraordinary people to change color.

"He's already reached Sequence 6 at this age. He truly lives up to his reputation as the Eastern Continent's number one genius." Many people sighed with emotion.

"No, the important thing is that he's not Sequence 6. He can unleash sword energy with a single thought. Even swordsmen who have honed their skills for twenty or thirty years cannot compare to him." Carl's tone was a little serious.

Even if an ordinary Sequence 6 could materialize specific power through supernatural fluctuations and condense frost into flames, it would not be able to cause such a big commotion.

However, bathed in the forefront of holy light and sword energy, Roy did not retreat a single step, with dark golden meteors igniting in his eyes.

"You know, if you show your fist first, you'll just look ridiculous. And if you don't win the fist fight, you'll just look pathetic."

The next moment, the dragon's might was shaken.

There was a faint dragon roar in the air, which was terrifying.

After reaching Sequence 6, all of Roy's transcendental abilities rose to a new level. His dragon aura became several times more powerful, no longer limited to intimidating a few people, but now encompassed the entire venue.

It was like a vast mountain falling.

All the extraordinary people in the East Continent showed expressions of horror. Oloya and Jay instinctively took a step back at the same time, while Visalia took a half step back with difficulty.

Levi, who collided head-on with Long Wei, suddenly changed his expression and used his sword energy to resist forcefully.

The holy light shone, the sword rang loudly, and it actually withstood the pressure from the dragon clan!

Until the young man with dark golden pupils in his eyes slowly exhaled, neither hurriedly nor slowly, and took another step forward.

The air wave exploded.

The tables, chairs, knives, forks, crystal chandeliers, everything in the banquet hall trembled violently.

Levi finally took a big step back, and a look of pain appeared on his face for a moment, as if he had been punched in the chest.

But at this moment, a palm emitting a halo supported Levi behind him.

The golden holy light drifted away, dissolving the aftermath of Long Wei.

The young people of the East Continent only felt the tightness in their chests disappear and they finally felt better.

"Mr. Roy, we compete with each other, but we are not enemies. Please don't go too far."

The voice was as gentle as water, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was even so distorted that it didn't sound like a human voice.

The gentle gaze of the elegant young man makes people feel instinctively comforted and unwilling to make enemies with him.

[Son of Light] Sang, with the same name as Levi, is hailed as a candidate for the Sainthood of the Twin Heroes of the East Continent.

In the original work, he is the final boss of Jon Snow's line and the strongest villain in the entire "Angel Rondo".

Roy always felt that there was something strange about this man.

Rather than being gentle, it would be more accurate to say that this person's eyes had a kind of detached look, as if he had traveled through the world, which was very wrong.

It turned out that this was not just his illusion.

"Be careful, this guy gives me a very bad feeling." Phoenix also muttered as a reminder.

However, Sang's holy light exuded a gentle aura, calming the restlessness of both sides and easing the situation.

"Everyone, the current dispute is meaningless. Anyway, the Saint Trial is approaching. We can save any grudges until then."

"What do you think?" Sang turned his gaze to Roy and Alice.

Roy didn't say anything.

It was at this time that Alice, who had been silent until then, finally came and faced the [Son of Light].

Roy had previously told her that the Son of Light would be the toughest opponent in this trial.

But there was no fear in Alice's eyes, only the usual indifference: "No problem."

"Anyway, the position of Saint will belong to Alice."

"It's good to be confident." Sang remained amiable and smiled gently, "But I doubt whether Miss Alice has the corresponding ability."

Chapter 45 An Unfavorable Situation

Different from the tense situation just now, after the brief confrontation, the amiable boy and the cold girl remained silent, hiding their sharp edges secretly.

From beginning to end, the Cherubim and the Sword Saint showed no intention of showing up. Having lost interest in this farce, Roy turned around and followed Alice.

Only Levi, with his hair covered in red wine and a step back in public, was unwilling to accept it and said, "Sang! Are you just going to let it go like this?!"

"When the trial officially begins, the winner will be decided. Why rush it?" Sang said slowly.

As the words fell, a barely perceptible fluctuation of holy light also soothed Levi's emotions.

"...That's right." Levi raised the corner of his mouth and cast a look of disdain in the direction where the two people walked away: "Let alone the formal trial, these mere Holy Light Transcendents who changed their ways can't even pass the Saint Preliminary Stage."

Sang didn't say anything.

The Saint Preliminary Selection is a voting session before the trial begins.

The results of the ballot are a reflection of the level of support for each party, and are also a prediction of the official results.

Theoretically speaking, those who changed their careers halfway and did not receive the Holy Light from the diocese were not at the same level as these elites from the East Continent.

However, recalling the scene where all parties stood firmly behind the boy, Sang could not agree with Levi's point of view.

"Those two people are probably not as simple as you think."

"Are you scared?" Levi said unconvinced.

Sang smiled and shook his head, revealing a hint of detachment: "Not really. No matter what our opponent says, we will definitely fulfill the will of the goddess."

The welcoming dinner ended in an unhappy atmosphere.

No one expected that the Saint candidates from the East and West Continents would confront each other at the dinner party as soon as they met, creating such a fierce atmosphere.

This tension made the topic of the Saint candidate even more gripping, and it spread rapidly to all parts of the East and West Continents.

The Holy Light believers in the Eastern Continent were almost in a frenzy of rage.

In their view, White Harbor's participation in the Saint Trial was an honor bestowed upon them by the Goddess.

People from all over the East Continent publicly denounced the Saint Candidates and Saint Guards of Baigang, and successively disrespected the noble Sword Saint's direct disciple and the Son of Light. This is simply a betrayal and an ingratitude!

Whether it's White Harbor or Western Road, they are all barbarians who don't know how to respect the orthodoxy of the Holy Light. They are too vulgar!

In the Western Continent, everyone was paying attention to the Trial of Holy Light just for fun.

No matter how great the saints are, who cares about them?

But after the bet between the two parties spread, people's attitudes changed subtly.

"These bastards from the East Continent are too arrogant!"

"What the hell is this holy light? A bunch of poor bastards, if they come to Jinsha, I'll smash them to death with my money!"

"Exactly, you look down on me, don't you? If we really fight, how can you be as formidable as our princess?!"

Of course, these words are just empty talk.

The conflict between the East and West continents was merely friction, not actual war. Naturally, people directed all their resentment and anger towards Roy and Alice, hoping they could avenge the West Continent.

In the eyes of various forces, the trend of moving closer to Roy is even more obvious than the blind emotions of the people.

In an inn somewhere, the princes of the two countries talked all night long.

"The Holy Light Church has ill intentions. Apparently, the alliance Roy created is precisely to deal with the threat from the East!"

This time, Jason couldn't complain that Douglas was being outrageously delusional.

Levi might just be talking about it.

The entire Western Continent, but Jason couldn't help but think about it.

Today the church's spearhead is directed at Roy and Alice, and tomorrow it could be directed at any force. And any force in the Western Continent has no chance of winning against the church alone.

It is a simple truth that when the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.

Jason rubbed his brow and sighed resignedly, "I'd like to hear more about Roy's alliance."

Afterwards, no one, including Carl and Charlotte, objected to Roy's behavior.

Rowling died in the East Continent. Although there was no evidence that the church was involved in her death, Carl had already harbored a grudge against the church.

Needless to say, Charlotte and others fully support Roy's behavior.

The only thing that Roy felt a little sorry for was the White Harbor Church.

For this reason, Roy made a special trip to meet Theresa and apologize.

From the perspective of the White Harbor Church, it is caught between the six major forces of the Western Continent and the Holy Light Church, and is completely caught in a dilemma.

On one hand, it is the hope for the future of White Harbor, a candidate for saint with extraordinary talent; on the other hand, it is the headquarters of the church, the boss. No one will feel good if it goes wrong.

Just as Roy imagined, several priests and nuns kept complaining, and they were so depressed that they looked as miserable as if their entire family had died.

"Mr. Roy, it's unwise to challenge the Holy Light Church! If you do so, you'll be targeted by several Saint Candidates, destroying your already slim chances of victory!"

However, even if he gave in at that time, he would not let the Saint candidate from the East Continent show mercy, right?

Looking at the pale faces of the crowd, Roy complained in his heart, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud, for fear of stimulating the old men and women to the point of cardiac arrest.

However, Theresa is an exception.

"It's okay. I've long seen things go wrong with the East Continent... not so friendly. There's nothing wrong with giving them a little warning and dampening their spirit."

Theresa sat upright, trying her best to maintain a dignified demeanor, but the rising tone of her voice showed that she was in a good mood.

It is said that White Harbor is not as good as the East Continent. The church leaders at the headquarters have always looked down on them.

Theresa has no interest in power and is just too lazy to care, but that doesn't mean she really has a good temper.

As a high-level transcendent, she was constrained by her status and could not directly challenge the East Continent. Roy's appearance today actually helped her vent her anger.

"However, I'm afraid the next trial will be very difficult."

Although she approved, Theresa soon frowned and gave a reminder.

"As I just said, the Saint candidates from the Eastern Continent will probably join forces to deal with you two."

"Not to mention the formal trials, the upcoming Saint preliminaries alone are a hassle."

When talking about this topic, Roy also showed a serious look.

The Saint Preliminary Selection is essentially an external publicity, and it is also a reflection of how much support each party has.

Voting will take place in churches around the world over the course of a single day.

The higher the vote count, the greater the prestige and chance of winning, and the more support one will receive in the subsequent official trials. Too few votes will not only put one at a disadvantage in public opinion, but if it's too low, one may even be seen as lacking prestige and be disqualified from participating in the trials.

For the geniuses of the major dioceses who have been trained as candidates for sainthood since childhood, the preliminary selection is just a formality.

After years of propaganda, the believers in the parish have long regarded them as idols. It is impossible for them not to choose them, let alone turn to others.

But for Alice, it is a big challenge.

Even in the original work, the little maid just barely passed the line and barely qualified to participate in the trial.

Theresa's explanation is completely consistent with the original message, and she also raised the same concerns as in the original.

"Miss Alice is talented, but she has neither prestige nor connections. Even her supporters within White Harbor are very limited."

"Now that you've offended the Church of Holy Light, they'll definitely use this as an excuse to manipulate you. The situation is very unfavorable for you."

Chapter 46: Daga, verbal wahlu

Roy said confidently, "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements for the pre-selection."