Lindong felt that Ethan performed steadily once again, proving why he could become Old Ba’s chosen one. She suddenly remembered something and said, "Turzan has switched bodies again; he didn’t look last time."
He was still a muscular man, but his face was completely different.
No wonder she had found no information about those two Saints while staying in the Dream Erosion for so long; they appeared like ghosts and vanished without a trace after the great battle.
"This might be related to the body experiments conducted by the Choir."
Ave told them everything that happened that day at the Margaret Mansion, including the "Descent Ritual" her father mentioned. The Church believed that one day in the future, the Goddess’s Apostle would use the Choir members as vessels to descend into the world.
Now it seems that the so-called Apostle likely refers to beings like Turzan.
Therefore, they must erase the vessels’ autonomous consciousness, so there will be no resistance when they are used as vessels.
"Teacher, how do you feel about meeting Turzan?"
"It’s hard to express in words."
Lindong turned her face to gaze at Ethan. She raised the corners of her mouth in a smile, unlike her usual sly or gentle smile; she didn’t conceal the murderous intent in her eyes. If one had to describe it, it was a smile ready to kill hundreds of people at any moment, full of the flair of the Evil God’s Followers.
Her tone quickened a bit, "My heart is racing faster and faster, I can hardly wait."
The commotion outside the main hall interrupted their conversation.
Their current role was that of executioners, quietly waiting for the Pope to arrive.
The Choir, High-tier Priests, the noble private army led by Prince Freeman, and most of the High-tier Transcendents from the Enlightenment Society gathered here.
The Royal City had never welcomed so many Transcendents.
With a sullen face, Julius walked at the forefront of this Transcendent army.
Things weren’t supposed to develop this way; he knew the nature of this endeavor – laying everything out in the open amounted to a public rebellion. However, when Abaddon, covered in eyes, stormed into the Imperial Capital Cathedral, and their conversation was broadcast as an image, Julius knew there was no turning back.
Fortunately, as long as they won this battle, he would regain the power to interpret the world in his hands.
What difference did it make if his conversation with Abaddon was publicized?
It was merely the Evil God’s Followers’ plot to vilify the Church, and the one who orchestrated this plot was the Margaret Clan!
Therefore, this was a legitimate action to pursue the Evil God’s Followers.
As long as they won this battle, he could justifiably bring Ave-Margaret, the leader of the Evil God’s Followers, back to the Church for judgment.
He glanced at the tall man behind him; it was an unremarkable face, yet it settled Julius’s heart.
Ave-Margaret seemingly thought the same.
She had saved the Church a lot of trouble by returning to the Royal Court before dawn, and the Church’s plants within the court reported her movements almost immediately.
But Julius knew this was tantamount to Ave actively releasing the message to them, using the court with unparalleled significance to the Empire as the battleground location.
And behind her stood the seriously injured Lindong Witch, an Elemental Shaper who had studied elemental shaping magic for two years, and the newly promoted Imperial Knight Commander, Across.
Within the Royal Court, Julius looked up and directly addressed the golden-haired girl on the high wall dressed in knight’s light armor, calling her out by name while pointing the ruby Magic Staff, symbolizing the Pope’s power, at her. "You have committed unforgivable acts, and I will judge your crimes as the Goddess’s messenger!"
As he spoke, his vision moved back and forth beside Ave, searching for the Lindong Witch’s traces.
Without a doubt, the Lindong Witch was the key to this war, as well as Ave’s entire support. This would be a battle even more grim than the War of Corruption.
"In my view, it is you who have incited rebellion."
This was a meaningless war of words; only the victor had the right to determine the nature of this battle. Her gaze remained fixed on the unremarkable man behind Julius the entire time. Behind him stood an entire Choir, including Viola, who was also looking up at the high wall with cold eyes.
Faint noises came from around the walls; killing machines made from ancient technology were rapidly approaching.
However, when those springing killing machines bared their fangs at Ave, a man’s voice halted them, and all the mechanical creations instantly turned around and plunged down from the city wall, charging toward the Church’s coalition forces.
Julius watched with a stoic face as the man appeared behind Ave. "Collins-Margaret, this time you won’t be as lucky as yesterday."
As he spoke, the robust man stroking his beard behind Julius transformed into a silver-white streak of light. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the rebellious mechanical creations, appearing in front of Collins. His movements seemed unremarkable, merely extending his right fist toward Collins’s chest.
In the image, it was precisely this seemingly ordinary action that easily pierced through Abaddon’s armor, leaving a striking hole in his chest.