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Chapter 94: Cultist

Theresa was very patient.

Once the girls were out of Roy’s sight, she switched to a serious tone and reminded him, “Simon won’t back down.”

“The Holy Light Church is obsessively fixated on the ‘Angels’ and won’t stop until they get what they want.”

Simon even tried to tempt Alice. At this point, Roy had already lost all trust in the church.

But he had another question.

“Why are you helping me, Lady Theresa?”

Lady Theresa, the Saintess, was supposed to be a core member of the church, supporting its decisions.

“Personal grievances.” Theresa’s gaze drifted elsewhere.

The gentle facade vanished, revealing a heavy murderous intent.

“The First Saintess, my sister, she was also of the ‘Angel’ bloodline.”

“She died for the church, and the church wouldn’t even tell me why.”

Theresa looked at the statue of the goddess, her eyes void of respect: “Damn the Holy Light Goddess.”

“Perhaps the church has its reasons, but I don’t care. I just want to know who killed her and make that person pay.”

At Theresa’s level, the entanglements of love and hate far outweighed the benefits of power struggles.

Compared to the Sage’s assurances, at this moment, Roy truly trusted the Saintess.

The divergence was still there. Simon wouldn’t give up easily.

If they were to confront the church in the future and protect Alice, the strength of the Saintess and White Harbor would be essential.

But before that, Roy had one crucial question.

The ‘Angel’ bloodline was powerful, but personal strength was definitely not the reason behind the church’s obsession with Alice. The so-called scriptures were just made-up stories to fool the masses.

The innumerable unresolved mysteries in “The Angel’s Dance” included the church’s fixation on the Destined Saintess.

Roy asked sternly, “Lady Theresa, what does the church want to use Alice for?”

“I’m not sure about the specifics. But according to them…”

Theresa looked back, her expression complex: “I suppose it’s to save the world.”

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On the church’s warship.

Among the church personnel present this time, only two knew that a dungeon was hidden below the warship.

The dungeon was filled with horrifying cultists, each a dreadful being with a notorious reputation.

The church authorities probably never imagined they would share a ship with cultists.

On the surface, the church dealt ruthlessly with cultists, killing without mercy; the so-called prison was merely an unnecessary option.

To be fair, Simon believed this.

These so-called cultists taint the lives of countless beings simply by living another second.

However, even these guys might have some utilitarian value.

The Wise Angel passed through one dungeon after another without stopping.

Until reaching the deepest part of the dungeon.

There, a chilling aura emanated, which even made the cultists go quiet in terror.

Inside the prison, pale mist swirled violently, tugging at the chains of Holy Light.

The mist barely outlined a figure with a blurred face, seemingly an old man on the brink of death, exuding the scent of demise.

However, within the swirling white mist, a pair of eerily blue eyes stood out, giving off a chilling glint as if they could freeze one’s soul.

Even Simon, facing that cold gaze, felt the Holy Light dim slightly.

Only because the other party was also a terrifying being who had touched divinity and transcended the ordinary.

Necromancy Sect Leader, Lord of Frostwhite, Julius.

Few knew that the Necromancy Sect had already been eradicated by the church, with the remaining high-ranking members all captured.

However, rumors about the Lord of Frostwhite turning an entire city, with hundreds of thousands of souls into bones, still haunted the children of the Eastern Continent.

“I’ve said it before, the holy relic has long been lost.”

“To return to eternal silence has always been my wish; prolonging this is both tedious and a waste of your Holy Light, young man. Just finish it quickly.”

The blue eyes lost interest after a single glance at Simon.

However, Simon’s next words caught his attention again.

“Julius, I’m not here to annoy you about that holy relic nor to kill you.”

“Actually, I’m here to collaborate with you.”

The blue eyes widened slightly.

Then, a piercing laughter erupted.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Collaboration!”

“Everyone, did you hear that? A believer of the Holy Light wants to collaborate with us, servants of the god of death!”

Chaos erupted.

The demons in the dungeon began to let out horrifying laughter, mocking the small beam of light in the long night.

Simon’s expression turned cold, then he sighed.

The overwhelming Holy Light swept around like a hurricane, instantly turning the derisive laughter into wails.

Once the dungeon fell silent again, Simon continued: “I’m serious.”

“If you help me with something, you’ll regain your freedom.”

“The goddess is merciful. For scum like you, not worthy of being human, your sins are unforgivable, yet you still have some value.”

The mist swirled slightly.

“Hmph… It’s hard to exchange high-level views for anything less. Why would a high-level extraordinary being do your bidding?”

“Just gaining freedom isn’t enough; at least for ten years, you won’t make a move against us…”

Simon scoffed, interrupting him: “Don’t get it twisted; you don’t have the right to negotiate terms.”

The High Priest didn’t hide his disdain: “Allowing you scum to return to the world is my greatest mercy.”

“Whether your actions succeed or fail, the Holy Light’s judgment awaits you, nothing else.”

Such a domineering and unreasonable condition didn’t seem like an equal partnership.

Even among high-level extraordinary beings, such disrespectful demands could anger someone on the spot.

However, the mist in the dungeon gradually coagulated, falling into contemplation.

If the other party promised various conditions out of kindness, there must be some kind of plot.

But Simon’s attitude laid the church’s bottom line bare.

The church genuinely wanted to use him for dirty work?

I see, you want to spare my life for moments like this.

Heh, if you want to use me, can’t I use you as well?

The mist twisted and formed half a human shape.

It was an old man with skin pale and devoid of any hair or flesh, his surface resembling icy crystals, and his eyes glowed with eerie blue light.

“Even if it means colluding with cultists, what I must do is genuinely intriguing.”

“However, how can you ensure I’ll help you after I regain my freedom?”

“You will.” Simon smiled lightly, utterly confident.

“Because I want you to help me kill the False King’s bloodline.”

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After leaving the dungeon, a figure blocked Simon’s path.

Leaning against the wall was an old swordsman with gray hair, a warning look in his eyes.

“Collaborating with cultists is the most foolish mistake.”

Simon wasn’t angered, maintaining his warm demeanor as he slowly nodded: “I couldn’t agree more.”