CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 163: OFFER THE SOUL TO THE EVIL GOD_3

On the battleground, everyone’s eyes were drawn to him, yet he remained kneeling on the ground, his thoughts muddled. When he looked up, he could see the cold gaze of the Lindong Witch.

Just now... what on earth happened?

Why is he merely kneeling here, doing nothing?

Turzan was destined never to understand this; his right half was frozen, even his soul wasn’t spared. At the last sight, he seemingly saw Lindong raise her right hand high, followed by a sweep across his face.

The last ray of light also went out.

The allied forces on the battleground stopped their movements, witnessing the moment when the light extinguished, and Turzan’s soul and body turned into shattered ice debris scattered all over the ground.

They also saw Pope Julius’s eyes become hollow, losing the support, his body kneeling on the ground.

The outcome of this war was already destined.

Prince Freeman was the first to react. At the moment the ice debris fell, he gave the order for the personal guard to break out a bloody path from the encircling Kingdom Army at all costs. Some God of Truth followers from the Judicial Court also assessed the situation and turned to join in the breakout fight.

Only Lindong frowned tightly.

Turzan was dead, along with his soul shattered into debris, but she felt no joy, instead, her heart was filled with a feeling of emptiness.

"The next minute is the key to unlocking everything!"

Frustration!

The frustration reached its peak!

She recalled Turzan suddenly rising, his broken half bursting into dazzling silver light, seemingly prepared for the final battle.

Yet after that, Turzan just knelt there, doing nothing, his eyes flickering, sometimes proud, sometimes fearful, until his soul was completely frozen, no longer forming any resistance. To Lindong, this victory was no different from kicking a stray dog to death by the roadside, there was no part worth celebrating.

What was Turzan referring to when he said what would happen in a minute?

What is the key to unlocking everything?

With the shattering of the soul, this was destined to be a question that would forever remain unanswered.

Then, a strong surge of magic brought her back to reality.

This was a magic she had never seen before, in front of this magic, even someone like Turzan appeared incredibly insignificant.

The ice layer above the imperial capital was torn apart by the magic gathering, the silver-white magic lingering in the clouds formed a giant sword that was about to fall, enveloping the entire imperial capital.

While most rebels rushed toward the city gates, Viola walked towards the direction of the hall.

This divine chosen one’s face was full of rage.

"Get out of my way!"

The royal Forbidden Guard wanted to stop her, but were deterred by this command.

The Forbidden Guard was puzzled, the opponent only used a word to deprive them of control over their bodies, not only did they make way but also instinctively knelt on one knee before Viola — it was a knight’s etiquette, a ritual to worship the rightful God.

Mary’s gaze did not linger on the Forbidden Guard; she ignored all present, and walked straight towards the hall.

She didn’t know what era she was in now, nor who had used her created divine summoning ritual, she only judged from the earth-shaking war cries that a rebellion was happening here.

With each step Mary took forward, the light grew more intense.

Every ray of light seemed to be taken by that giant sword hanging in the sky, even the sun seemed to have lost its brilliance.

She knew why she was summoned—she sensed in that hall was hidden a kind of magic extremely familiar to her, she had used a lifetime to traverse every city of the Scarlet Dynasty, faced the army led by the Red King himself, but never found that terrifying presence that shadowed her like a specter.

Even as she saw more Bazatous followers, the shadow only grew stronger.

In Mary’s view, neither the Bloody Priestess nor the Red King mastered the power of the Bazatous Evil God as much as the man with the swirling mask did.

She led the Life Church and the rebel forces to win battle after battle, captured countless Bazatous followers, personally interrogated those followers, using goddess magic to discern their filthy hearts, yet within the Evil God followers, no one knew any news about the man with the swirling mask.

All her efforts seemed like chasing a ghost.

Until the moment her life’s fire was about to be extinguished, she never got to meet him.

Even though many in the church believed that that Evil God follower had long been dead, Mary was very certain that the person had not died but had hidden away in some manner, plotting a larger conspiracy, and when he reappears, the Life Church and even the whole civilization might face annihilation.

Therefore, Mary spent her life chasing that ghost’s footsteps.

She traversed the relics left by the Goddess of Life, willingly split her soul, leaving it in the goddess’s ruins, also wrote the divine summoning magic into the Holy Scripture, precisely for when that swirling mask-wearing Evil God follower reappears, to lend a hand to the world about to face destruction.

And now, the destruction day is approaching.

No one could stop Mary’s footsteps, even the tightly closed throne hall doors opened spontaneously for this chosen of the Goddess of Life.

She finally saw in that hall the ghost she had pursued all her life.

This time, he did not wear the swirling mask, revealing his true face, yet Mary wasn’t sure if this was his real appearance—time seemed to leave no mark upon his face.

This might just be one of his outer shells.

Given she could create a divine summoning ritual, then with his capability, creating even stronger magic is within expectations.

No mistake.

Mary stared intently at the youth in the hall, this wasn’t her body, yet it triggered a conditioned response.

After countless years,

She felt a chill at her backside again.