Chapter 294: The Announcement of the God of Killing

“What! You say the Lord of Killing is about to descend?!”

In the private conversation room where only the two Saintesses were alone, Princess Philomina’s beautiful eyes widened, and she suddenly stood up.

However, facing the young Saintess’s surprised expression, Yuna, who was more seasoned in both experience and age, simply sipped the lukewarm tea she had just brought to her lips, letting the faint bitterness and subtle aroma spread between her teeth, and gently nodded.

“This has been confirmed. Considering the current circumstances, the fundamental purpose of this demon war is actually to gather enough nourishment through slaughter and create an opportunity for the [Killing] to personally descend upon our world through dark rituals.”

“And the outcome of the war itself, whether the demons win or lose, actually doesn’t matter. As long as their god can descend in this era…”

“W-why is this happening…”

Dumbfounded, Philomina sat back down in her seat, wanting to follow Yuna’s lead and take a sip of tea to relieve her tension, but her fingers trembled, unable to steady the cup.

The words [Killing] held such terrifying power.

To be honest, even counting the initial wars, the Holy Empire has only ever fought against the armies under [Killing]. Even true high-ranking [Killing Generals] rarely appeared in this world.

Due to the suppression and exclusion of the world’s power, the stronger otherworldly beings find it harder to stay here. Beings at the Pseudo-God level and above are directly blocked without special methods, let alone the even more horrifying demon lords.

Aside from the [Corruption] incarnate from three hundred years ago, this is the first time a demon lord has personally descended in history.

But Philomina wasn’t some uninformed little girl. After a brief panic, she quickly realized some doubts.

“Yuna, if [Killing] can descend upon our world merely through war, then why didn’t it do so during its previous demon wars, choosing this moment instead?”

“Also, how do you know about this? How much time do we have left?”

Upon hearing these three questions, the Saint of Bright Light not only didn’t seem annoyed, but instead smiled appreciatively.

“To quickly capture the key points in a short time, Princess Philomina indeed possesses the psychological quality and thought process comparable to the Redeeming Saintess. Very good.”

Seeing the pink-haired girl show embarrassment, seemingly not knowing how to react to the praise, Yuna set her teacup down on the table and sat up straight.

“To say why [Killing] didn’t descend in the same manner before, the answer is actually quite simple: because demon lords possess power comparable to that of gods, and the world’s power repels them even more strongly than any demon.”

“Even if they resort to various tricks to forcibly descend, it still imposes a heavy burden and loss on them, so no one would want to engage in such a thankless task; this holds true for any god.”

“Unless there exists some sufficiently tempting benefit here that can offset this loss or even push it further, would those miserly fellows take the risk and make such a crazy move.”

“The [Corruption] incarnate descended three hundred years ago because of such a reason, and the current [Killing] is no exception.”

Seeing Philomina frown, hesitating to speak, Yuna smiled again and added, “Of course, the last [Corruption] had a different goal from this [Killing]; the benefits are not as straightforward.”

“Moreover, the former was more cautious and weighed the pros and cons more seriously, so it only split off an incarnation and conducted a trial within a bearable range, which is why the Saintess of Bright Light at that time could drive it away at the cost of her life.”

“But [Killing]’s Slutut is different; he is crazier and more unreasonable. If I’m not mistaken… he will probably descend in his true form or a form very close to it, bringing nearly all of his power with him.”

“That will be a true god, an existence known as the [God of Killing].”

“Killing… God.”

Mulling over these words, the Redeeming Saintess raised her head, her expression serious.

“Yuna, you seem to know a lot about these hidden pasts and high-ranking entities.”

Recognizing the implication behind Philomina’s words, the Saint of Bright Light nodded.

“Everyone has their own secrets, Princess Philomina, just as you do; I am no exception. But now that it’s a critical moment, I’m willing to share with you to show my sincerity.”

“Wing, come out.”

“Yes.”

A flurry of white feathers descended, forming a sacred figure with four wings and white hair in the radiant glow, quietly standing behind Yuna and nodding slightly, signaling the surprised Philomina.

“This is [Wing], who can be considered my guardian. Seeing her appearance, you must have guessed her identity… that’s right, Wing is an angel, and she is a pureblood adult mythical being.”

“An adult angel…”

Realizing what this meant, the pink-haired girl instinctively opened her mouth.

“This Miss Wing and those two…”

Before she could finish, Wing’s ethereal voice, like celestial music, slowly resonated in the room.

“I have no direct relation with those two underage angels. In fact, I am the last pureblood angel in the world… and they should have transformed into this new generation through ancestral return or similar means; they won’t be too old.”

“Is that so.”

Yuna naturally picked up the conversation between the two, which seemed to have now ended, and continued to smile.

“The angel species is somewhat special. They must rely on attachment and belief in gods to maintain their existence, or else they will devolve. Thus, as the era of the gods drew to a close, the angel race gradually faded from history.”

“Wing is a wandering angel. When I met her, I happened to give her some help to sustain her existence, so Wing decided to temporarily follow me and become my guardian.”

“Much of the information about previous occurrences was provided to me by Wing… Princess Philomina should know that mythical beings have [inherited memories], right?”

“I see…”

The Redeeming Saintess nodded in realization.

“Then, how much time do we have left?”

Yuna presented the answer she had prepared long ago.

“At most three days.”

Although she had already psychologically prepared herself, upon hearing this news, Philomina instinctively tightened her grip on the teacup’s handle, unable to suppress a moment of shaking, her expression turning even more worried.

“What should we do? How can we fight against a true god? Will the Goddess help us? Or is it up to you, Miss Wing…”

“We can’t win. Although I am an adult mythical being, there remains an insurmountable chasm compared to the [God of Killing].”

“…”

In the dead silence, Yuna looked vaguely at a certain empty spot behind Philomina and spoke again.

“Don’t despair just yet; we don’t have no chance… Princess Philomina, you still have the [Ring of Salvation] on you, right?”

“Ah… I do. Why?”

“Time is limited; let’s talk while we move. We need to head to… the eastern part of the Sanos province.”

   

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