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Chapter 107: The Arrival of the Angel

The blonde girl looked as if she were sculpted from pure gold, her blue eyes vacant like crystalline shards of inorganic material.

Divine and beautiful, yet ethereal and indifferent.

This was the embodiment of the Holy Light Goddess.

However, the goddess was not bringing the warmth and love that the world spoke of.

Through those hollow, heart-stopping crystal eyes, Alice seemed to see another world.

A world flooded with Holy Light, snowy and empty.

A space so vast it felt almost suffocating.

And now, endless Holy Light was frantically tearing apart her refuge, crawling up her body, coming at her like a ravenous mire of光, wanting to devour her whole.

The pain of the soul far surpassed that of the body.

But what truly terrified Alice was not the pain itself, but the sense of powerlessness from being supplanted.

The encounters with Roy, the afternoons spent together, the adventures experienced, the everyday moments shared.

Those heartwarming, healing, bittersweet, even somewhat painful yet irreplaceable memories grew increasingly hazy under the cold, void-like Holy Light.

In their place was a cacophony of indistinct prayers.

“Holy Light above!”

“Goddess bless us!”

“Please save my child!” “I don’t want to die!” “Bring divine punishment upon the cultists!” “White Harbor shall never yield!”

“Oh great Goddess, please show mercy upon us who struggle in pain!”

Every word, whether steeped in despair or filled with hope, ruthlessly dissected Alice’s consciousness.

If this continued, Alice would cease to be Alice; she would simply become a vessel for the goddess’s power.

The supreme goddess extended her palm and let it hover over Alice’s head.

But at that moment, the blonde girl suddenly widened her eyes and defiantly shouted.

“You won’t get away with this!”

Even though the Holy Light swelled mightily, almost engulfing the room and nearly swallowing Alice’s body, it ultimately got stuck at the last moment.

Unable to corrupt that little dog toy.

Unable to occupy the girl’s pure, clear eyes.

Representing the most beautiful ideals within her heart, and her steadfast feelings for Roy, at that moment, it was enough to resist the mighty powers of a god.

Phoenix’s judgement was not mistaken.

The girl’s determination was enough to overcome the baptism of Holy Light; her soul would never be extinguished by the goddess.

However…

“Saintess!”

A startled cry pulled Alice back from her soul’s confrontation.

Being distracted during such an intense psychic battle was a dire crisis.

Alice struggled to open her eyes, just in time to see Simon collapsing to the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry!”

“I… I couldn’t save Lord Roy…”

Alice’s pupils constricted slightly, shock making her forget the pain of her body.

“The cultists invaded White Harbor, all the higher-ups went to face them, and Lord Roy sacrificed himself to protect you!”

In that instant of instability, an irretrievable flaw opened up.

Within Alice’s soul.

The Holy Light consumed the little dog toy; the divine stigma enveloped Alice’s body.

And the cold, ethereal goddess decisively pierced through her chest, transforming into a halo that invaded her being.

Without even the ability to struggle, Alice’s body fell lifeless to the ground.

Her pale blue eyes gradually lost focus and closed shut.

In contrast, the real Alice suddenly opened her eyes wide, spreading her wings.

In that moment, there was no purity in her gaze, only a chilling emptiness, a terrifying, deep blue crystal.

Holy Light soared.

The profound and vast power shook the surroundings.

Piercing through the church, through White Harbor, the sacred light shot straight up to the sky, shaking every corner of White Harbor.

Whether it was the heroes who had once saved the world or the fanatical followers of evil gods, whether the most commonplace mortals or the most formidable extraordinary beings.

As everyone gazed up at the Holy Light gate that dispelled all shadows, a deep sense of reverence arose within them.

The saint named Alice no longer existed; in this moment, only the goddess’s embodiment remained in the world.

A true Seraph.

With passionate determination, Simon wished to reach out and touch that light so pure it seemed capable of illuminating the entire world.

But he didn’t dare.

A so-called “Intellect Angel,” just a small descendant with a modicum of inherited blood, how could he face a true deity?

Simon knelt instantly, humbled to the point of not wanting his head to rise above Alice’s toes.

“O great angel, our long-awaited savior!”

“Please, save this world!”

On the altar, the blonde angel slightly tilted her head, seemingly perplexed, opening her mouth yet unable to produce coherent sound.

Without noticing her anomaly, Simon continued to pray: “Angel, please slay the followers of the evil god for us!”

Evil gods…

Cultists…

At that moment, that empty crystalline gaze finally revealed a hint of cold, cutting malice.

Outside the church.

Above White Harbor Church, the gates of Heaven slightly manifested, dispersing the mists of the dead, as if announcing the arrival of a new deity.

What’s happening?!

Julius gazed up at that blinding sight, an excruciating pain coursing through him as he felt himself being corroded by the Holy Light, instantly reaching peak anxiety.

This anomaly…

A new high-ranking extraordinary being had been born?!

Sensing that things were going awry, Julius glanced anxiously at the massive black skeletal frame, only to find it utterly still.

Damn it, why is the False King’s blood so hard to digest?!

As he awaited the arrival of the Death God’s divine general, Julius couldn’t wait any longer.

With a loud roar, disregarding the backlash from the barrier, he struck down with a palm, forcefully tearing apart the church’s protective barrier at the cost of his arm.

The crowd was terrified, yet could not escape.

The knights trembled with their swords raised but didn’t know how to resist.

Under the overwhelming pressure of a high-ranking extraordinary being, Oloria turned pale, collapsing to the ground, while Vasilia, filled with unwillingness, also knelt down in despair.

Beneath high ranks, all were but ants.

But just as Julius was about to raise his hand to deliver eternal silence to everyone, light appeared.

People forgot their fear, staring back in dumbfounded awe.

There, in luxurious holy robes, a girl with outstretched pure white wings gradually descended.

Hair more dazzling than dawn, eyes purer than crystal.

Beneath the hood, the stigma cloaked her, her inorganic visage devoid of emotion, yet to everyone, she was the most beautiful face in the world.

This was not a realm where mortal beauty could reach.

This was a true angel.

Absolutely pure, absolutely beautiful, absolutely powerful.

The legendary swordswoman of the goddess, whose beauty surpassed gold and whose warmth was greater than the sun, yet cold and ruthless towards her enemies—a Seraph.

Alice slowly raised her hand, summoning the Holy Light blade from the void.

Julius’s expression changed dramatically, quickly retreating.

The radiant blade rose, a brilliant white line.

A vast torrent of light consumed everything in its path before her.