CHAPTER 203: CHAPTER 162: DIVINE DESCENT_3

"You no longer have any value to exist."

The man gave Collins the final judgment.

In the next moment, another golden light collided with the man’s fist, sparks flew, a brief surprise appeared on the man’s face, and then he hit the ground at a even faster speed, leaving a pit several meters deep in the royal court.

The allied army immediately erupted into chaos.

When they saw the figure standing like a Valkyrie on the walls, they all averted their eyes, no one daring to meet her gaze.

The once empty walls of the royal court were now crowded, and in an instant, the Firearms Team’s muzzles were locked onto everyone in the courtyard, their retreat blocked by the Kingdom Army clad in silver-white knight armor.

Freeman and Ganniss both displayed grim expressions.

The rumors were true; the Knight Commander, who was supposed to have died at the Empire’s border, had been resurrected, and now, she was still fulfilling her duty as Knight Commander—to protect the royal bloodline’s safety. They clearly saw the Queen herself standing next to Ave.

The Queen had demonstrated her stance with her actions.

The divine bird that descended slowly, seemingly representing the will of the Master of Knights, dealt a devastating blow to the morale of the allied army, transforming them from a righteous army fighting against the Evil God’s followers into rebels initiating a rebellion.

What terrified them even more was the intervention in the battle between Saints.

Many among them had witnessed the battle two years ago, and even a fourth-tier Transcendent, who usually stood high above, could only act as cannon fodder to delay the Saints.

Freeman was having second thoughts, harboring furtive schemes, and was the first to break the stalemate, "Charge!"

This command broke the balance, and with the first gunshot, the nobles’ private troops launched an assault on the royal court. As the situation descended into chaos, Freeman had his guards form a protective ring around him. He needed to carefully assess the battlefield’s situation; any mistake could create a breach through the Kingdom Army surrounding them from behind.

Freeman had never personally experienced a war involving so many Transcendents; even a fourth-tier Transcendent, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, could lose their life in this battle. Even his most trusted guard had a stern expression.

"Teacher!"

Julius shouted, his heart tightened by the recent clash. From the looks of it, his teacher hadn’t gained any advantage against the enemy.

He clearly saw the Valkyrie on the wall transform into a streak of light once more, passing over his teacher, heading straight towards the crowd.

"Cast... it."

Julius’ pupils constricted.

Just now, what exactly happened?

He saw his teacher turn around, seemingly to explain something to him, but it wasn’t a complete sentence. Time seemed to skip, and when he looked at the other again, uncountable ice spikes had pierced through his teacher’s body, blood gushed like a spring, and ice encased the left half of his teacher’s body.

"Where is your companion, Turzan?"

Beside Turzan stood a figure resembling a demon, with white hair and red eyes, causing everyone in the royal court to freeze at the same time. All eyes focused on the woman who had once frozen half of the capital, leaving Henry VI with an unhealable wound.

"Lindong, Lindong Winter!?"

"Witch!"

"Why is she here!?"

The nobles’ forces, who had been rushing forward, halted in their tracks. After a brief stupor, they scattered in panic toward their original direction of approach.

What Evil God’s followers, what just cause to fight for, at the moment when the Lindong Witch appeared, all of this was thrown to the back of their minds. They saw death, and escaping death was the only instinct of living beings.

They simply followed the singular thought in their minds.

And Lindong, in her usual manner, greeted these long-unseen faces.

Her raised hand merely brushed past Turzan’s left cheek, and his left half immediately shattered into fragments of red ice, the unsupported half of his body falling to the ground, his shattered mouth unable to produce a sound, his bulging right eye still holding a faint glimmer of life.

Julius was horrified; this was not a scene he could have imagined.

In his eyes, why was the invincible teacher quickly defeated by the Lindong Witch?

He also saw that the red-haired Valkyrie had crossed the battlefield, standing before him.

Julius gritted his teeth; he had one unfinished task, a secret his teacher had entrusted to him before the battle—regarding the Choir’s secret.

Their existence was meant for more than just manipulating those mechanical creations; they were merely tools to ensure the proper preservation of vessels before the Goddess’ messenger descended upon them.

And the key to awakening the messenger was hidden within the Bishop’s Staff, a symbol of the Pope’s power!

Julius was resolute; facing the incoming sword, he didn’t dodge or defend. As a Priest, he discarded all blessings and protection, letting the holy sword pierce through his chest. Before his consciousness faded, there was one thing he needed to do.

A Pope infused his entire Magic Power into the authority, the red gem emitting a holy, glaring brilliance that resonated with the radiant sun above the clouds, playing a hymn on the battlefield filled with exclamations and screams.

The hymn’s melody brought peace to everyone.

Subsequently, all blessings were bestowed upon one person.

Ave, standing on the wall, saw Viola’s eyes shimmering with a silvery-white light, warm yet hiding a terrifying pressure of energy.

At this moment, the God’s messenger descended upon this world.

This was the first and only one chosen by the Life Divine Teachings.

She had endured the darkest era and personally witnessed the fall of the Scarlet Dynasty.

It was magic power surpassing all Saints, and the followers even bestowed upon her the title of "Savior Saintess."

Savior, Mary.

Even in the church’s history, she occupied a Chapter written in bold and colorful strokes.

"Lindong."

Simultaneously, that half-body, which should have scattered, spoke, its one protruding right eye staring intently at Lindong, "It seems your old injuries have healed... No matter how many times I experience your field magic, it always sends chills down my spine.

"But, you have already used it once."

Turzan’s left half was replaced with a silver-white light, "The next minute is the key to unravel everything!"