The Goddess’s figure let out a long sigh in the mirror, carrying a trace of relief and helplessness.
She slowly raised her hand, passing it through the illusory mirror surface.
At the same time, Rosevither also lifted her bound hand.
Their ten fingers tightly clasped together in the spiritual void!
Boom—!!!
An indescribable, pure, and vast holy radiance suddenly erupted from Rosevither!
Like a sun that had slumbered for billions of years awakening beneath the Tower of Judgment!
The scorching sun reborn.
That light instantly tore through the gloomy, snow-covered sky, dispelling the execution ground’s haze and bloodstains!
Black claws and binding shackles turned to ashes in the glow! The tattered prison robes were reshaped by the light into a pristine white robe flowing with sacred radiance!
Behind her, a pair of enormous and magnificent illusory wings made purely of light burst open with a thunderous roar!
The holy feathered wings scattered sparkling starlight, illuminating every shocked face!
At this moment, Rosevither floated above the pyre, bathed in endless brilliance—divine, majestic, and compassionate!
She was a miracle walking among mortals! She was truly—the Descendant Saint!
All the knights still holding faith, whether fighting or hesitating, were struck to their very souls the instant they witnessed this miraculous scene!
The holy light within them involuntarily resonated with that brilliance!
“Follow the will of the Goddess!”
“Victory will belong to us in the end!”
“Follow the Saint! Exterminate the demons!”
The tide of betrayal instantly swept across the entire plaza!
Over eighty percent of the Church knights, including most members of the Goddess’s Crown Knight Order, unhesitatingly turned their weapons, pointing their blades at the dais and Heinrich’s loyalists!
Eileen keenly noticed that only the Goddess’s Sword Knight Order led by Yanas remained unmoved in the face of such a miracle!
Their eyes were cold, devoid of devotion, showing only absolute obedience and bloodthirsty killing intent!
Some knights even sprouted claws and horns!
“They… aren’t human!” Eileen realized in an instant.
Every member of the Goddess’s Sword Knight Order was possessed by demons!
Helga’s expression turned grim as a chain lightning struck down countless demon knights: “Then there’s no need to hold back anymore!”
On this chaotic battlefield, area-of-effect destructive magic was at its most effective.
Previously, Helga had trouble distinguishing friend from foe since the armor was similar, but now, just sensing the disgusting, nauseating pitch-black demonic aura was enough!
*****
Heinrich saw Rosevither’s divine manifestation and the massive defection of the knights.
He knew the situation was lost! His carefully laid traps completely collapsed!
“Damn you! All of you deserve to die!” Heinrich roared like a beast, unable to maintain his human form any longer!
The divine robes on his body were instantly torn apart by his swollen black muscles! His skin cracked, revealing molten lava-like dark red veins beneath!
His skull twisted and deformed, growing curved demonic horns, and black smoke with a sulfur stench spewed from his mouth!
Scorching black flames burst forth, aiming at Rosevither, temporarily immobilized in her awakened state, suspended midair!
“Saint, watch out!”
Everyone cried out, but the distance was too far; rescue was impossible in time!
Just as the black flames were about to engulf the holy light—
A huge shield shining with dazzling golden light appeared like a mountain, blocking the flames before Rosevither!
Boom—!!!
A deafening roar echoed through the skies! The black flames violently collided with the shield, unleashing blinding chaotic energy!
Tears streamed from Regilith’s eyes as her chest heaved with excitement. Her deep blue hair whipped wildly in the fiery blast.
There was nothing left to say now.
Her burning, pounding heart was telling her what she must do!
Just a moment ago, she truly thought she had lost Rosevither.
This joy of recovery filled her with incredible power!
As long as you stand behind me, no one will break through this shield!
Her knight’s armor, bathed in holy light, seemed reforged anew, flowing with divine radiance, forming a suit of blinding holy armor!
A miracle granted by the light of the Saint!
She knelt on one knee, holding the shield firmly, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes were more determined and clear than ever!
“Heinrich! No—demon!” Regilith’s voice rang like a great bell, filled with strength and faith, “If this shield cannot protect my comrades, then it’s meaningless!”
Over a decade of endurance, pain, and choices—the heart she once thought dead now burned like a flame.
Even if it costs everything, she would protect Rosevither! And everyone else!
Far away, Eileen, watching near the execution platform, let out a deep breath of relief.
It was the first time she had seen Regilith like this.
In the past, she had been cold to the point of cruelty, almost incapable of any emotional change.
But now, there was a genuine smile on her face.
It turned out she had been mistaken before; the Regilith she knew was merely the one behind an icy mask.
Now that mask was shattered, and fighting to protect her comrades was the true reason she lifted the shield!
With Regilith holding back the demonized Heinrich, things should be manageable, but Eileen was more worried about the other side.
The Miracle Weaver’s magic was being consumed too quickly.
Serena and Yanas were fighting; had Serena fallen decisively behind?
Serena, blessed with the Hero class—was she truly no match for Yanas? Was Yanas really that strong?
“Everything is as you think. Your companion is a descendant of the Sword Saint’s school, isn’t she? But even so, she has no chance against that girl, Yanas.”
An aged voice startled Eileen.
She hurriedly looked ahead, through the wind and snow, seeing an elderly man clad in knight’s armor slowly approaching.
Lilysa immediately turned, adopting a defensive stance: “Master, be careful! That old man is no ordinary person!”
Archbishop Eisenhart recognized the man and called out in disbelief: “Teacher August?”
This man was the vice-captain of the Goddess’s Crown and the head instructor of the knight order, universally known to the knights as “Teacher.”
“Teacher, since you already know Rosevither is the true Saint, why continue to aid the enemy?”
The old man sighed deeply, reaching out to catch a falling snowflake: “Eisenhart, do you know the limits of humanity?”
This cryptic sentence confused both Eileen and Archbishop Eisenhart.
“Thirty years ago, I could no longer break through in swordsmanship. No, I should say with age, I only grew weaker. I once thought effort could change that, but now I see it was just a fool’s dream. You know, Yanas surpassed me before she was even fifteen, surpassing me who had studied swordsmanship all my life…”
The old man’s expression grew emotional, “I saw my limits, saw my end. It was at that moment that His Holiness the Pope gave me another path.”
Eileen felt a faint unease.
The next moment, the old man’s face cracked like withered bark, his fragile form vanishing into the drifting snowstorm.
In his place stood a young, strong knight braving the storm, his divine radiance extinguished, only black flames flickering along his body.
“By the power of Gelrorule, I have restored myself to the body of an eighteen-year-old. Seventy-eight years of swordsmanship experience combined with the body of youth—now I will not lose to anyone!”
Eileen and Archbishop Eisenhart exchanged serious glances.
Ingrid licked her lips, stepping out from behind the old man with a nod: “Old man, let me lend you a hand too!”
She laughed coquettishly at Eileen before her knight’s armor shattered violently.
The next moment, the female knight transformed into a terrifying pitch-black demonic sword.
The sword spun as it landed in the old man’s hand.
On the hilt, an eye opened, and the blade let out a sinister laugh.
Eileen shuddered.
Archbishop Eisenhart was forbidden to fight, and Lilysa’s magic supply was struggling to keep up.
This guy was clearly a boss, not easy to deal with!
Helga was the team’s main damage dealer; without her supporting the knight order, those paladins couldn’t stand against their demonized comrades.
“Miss Eileen, please leave the teacher to me!”
The Archbishop’s voice made Eileen pause, and she instinctively said, “Aren’t you unable to fight anymore?”
“No. This worn-out body still has a little left to squeeze out. Power is meaningless if not used when it’s needed. I’ll leave what comes next to you, Miss Eileen…”
“Wait, don’t just casually hand over such an important task to me—”
The Archbishop looked at Eileen, then directly faced August, the wielder of the demonic sword.
“Teacher, let your student bring you back to the right path.”
Eileen sighed and stepped back, then forced down a magic potion.
She did not believe the Archbishop would succeed.
At this critical moment, losing him was unacceptable, so she could only rely on herself for support.
With Lilysa and Leila’s protection, the Miracle Weaver’s effects began to spread across all allied units.
*****
The noise in the plaza, the holy light eruptions, and the demon roars seemed sealed off in another world.
At the edge of the Tower of Judgment plaza, an open area cleared by raging snow and fierce sword energy became the duel ground of two top swordsmen.
Serena’s breathing was heavy and rapid, each inhale icy cold to the bone.
The sword in her hand—the Holy Sword bearing the Hero’s name—still shimmered with indomitable light, but her arms tingled with fatigue.
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.