Ansu City, West District, Holy See of the Church of the Savior Goddess, Holy Sanctuary.

Forte, covered in blood, stood in the center of the sanctuary. Not far in front of him, a headless corpse holding the Pope’s scepter sat on the holy throne.

And before that corpse, a ferocious-looking Cardinal, spitting blood, stared intently at Forte before her.

“You will pay for your actions… Forte…”

Cardinal Madeline’s voice was weak. Blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

From the horrifying penetrating wound on her abdomen, it was clear that she had just undergone a terrifying battle, and she had lost in this battle.

The originally sacred sanctuary was now filled with corpses. The remains of various bishops, archbishops, knights, and musicians were mixed together, enough to testify to the ferocity of the battle just now.

At this moment, Madeline, although still speaking harshly, her inner shock had never stopped.

What exactly is wrong with this Forte…?

It was as if he knew the fighting methods and weaknesses of all the high-level transcendents of the Church of the Savior Goddess. The moment the battle began, he immediately used a sealed artifact to ambush and kill a Cardinal who couldn’t react in time…

It was as if this wasn’t the first time he had done this…

“Where is Eleanor?”

Forte panted slightly, scanned the surroundings, and slowly said, “I was on guard against her for a long time~”

It was clear that Forte’s tone was quite relaxed. It seemed he believed he had completely controlled the situation.

“You’re crazy…”

Madeline’s wound was covered by a white shadow, stopping the blood from oozing out. She pushed the half-severed intestines that were hanging out back inside.

“Your wrong decisions will bury the entire Ansu City…”

Wrong decisions?

Forte smiled slightly. He raised his hand and brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead back, tucking them behind his ear.

“Information is more important than life… But you will never understand this because we are not on the same level…”

Forte slowly spoke.

But the “level” he emphasized seemed to be something he intentionally mentioned after being provoked by the Pope of the Church of the God of Order earlier.

It was clear that the other party’s words had bothered him, but now, he seemed to have regained some confidence.

But at this moment, a violent spiritual alarm sounded in Forte’s mind.

Behind him, the white curtain, which had already started to become ethereal, was now pierced by a silver-white knight’s long spear.

The long spear, carrying heat waves and moving with irresistible speed, shot directly towards Forte’s back.

Hiss——!

Forte only had time to slightly turn his body before he felt a searing pain in his back, as if he was being roasted by flames. The clothes on his back were almost completely burned away. A deep, bone-chilling pain came from behind him.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle——

A little blood overflowed from his mouth. Forte slowly lowered his head and saw that a crimson long spear had emerged from his abdomen. There wasn’t even any blood in his wound. There was only the boiling blood at the point of penetration and the sizzling sound of his flesh turning into charcoal.

Hiss——

He could feel himself being kicked away, and the long spear was pulled out with the momentum.

As he fell, in his blurry vision, he saw a tall silver-white armor standing behind him.

It’s you…

“Erigma…”

Forte gritted his teeth, half-kneeling on the ground. He slowly turned his head and looked at the silver-white armor that had led the team to rush over.

“Very good… Now that I’ve gotten rid of you, I won’t have any psychological burden…”

Forte’s mouth twisted into an ugly, pained smile. He seemed completely unconcerned about the fact that he had lost control of his lower body, nor about the fact that he was about to die.

Pope Erigma did not speak. She just swung the long spear beside her. The scorching long spear instantly melted into molten iron, becoming like a whip of lava in her hand.

She directly swung it forward. The scorching long whip lashed towards Forte with a resounding crack.

The moment the long whip touched Forte’s body, the melted iron exploded, covering almost Forte’s entire body. The high temperature burned away almost all of Forte’s long hair. In just an instant, the molten iron solidified.

And Forte was confined within that iron cage, unable to move, only his face exposed.

Erigma seemed completely uninterested in answering Forte’s questions. She slowly raised her hand, took a bottle of potion from a knight behind her, walked directly to Forte’s side, forced open his mouth, and poured it in.

“What exactly do you want to do…”

Forte stared intently at Erigma. He was completely unable to stop her from pouring the potion into his mouth.

After the cool potion entered his mouth, it flowed down his esophagus. His stomach felt as if it were burning. A tingling sensation came from all his wounds.

“Using poison is also useless… What is this…?”

Forte carefully felt it for a moment, then his brows slightly furrowed.

It’s not poison?

It seemed to be a very high-quality recovery agent…

What’s going on?

Wasn’t she going to collude with the Church of the Savior Goddess to kill him?

Why was Erigma here?

The merger of the Church of the Savior Goddess and the Divine Advent Church… were they merging with the Church of the God of Order? Why were they united? And why did he have no clue?

This absurd thought only lingered in Forte’s mind for a moment before he dismissed it.

A merger was impossible, but they definitely had some common interest that he didn’t know about…

Is it that “esteemed individual” Erigma mentioned?

But she wasn’t killing him now… Why?

Forte’s heart began to show a hint of panic.

If he were to die right now, he might not be as panicked. He might even still feel confident of victory.

But if the other party intentionally kept him alive…

It didn’t matter… Anyway, no matter what method the other party used, even if they brainwashed him, he would die someday… As long as he died, he could record the stored information as symbols on his body.

The longer he lived, the more secrets he could learn.

Thinking of this, Forte forcefully suppressed the panic in his heart. He stared at Erigma and stopped speaking.

“Pope Ocilla…”

Madeline, in front of the holy throne, looked at the Pope of the Church of the God of Order standing in the center of the sanctuary and said cautiously.

The Church of the Savior Goddess had been severely damaged by Forte and was already in a very weakened state. Eleanor, for some reason, hadn’t come to reinforce them even after so long.

At this moment, in the eyes of Cardinal Madeline, the Pope of the Church of the God of Order was clearly the one who would have the last laugh in this conflict.

As long as she herself was killed by the Pope now, the Church of the Savior Goddess would be completely eliminated. The scattered remnant members of the church might splinter again, continuously weakening and completely withdrawing from the historical stage.

“I have no intention of fighting with you now.”

The green flames in the cracks of Erigma’s armor flickered. She reached out and directly grabbed the iron chain behind Forte’s steel cage, dragging the iron block directly up.

She dragged Forte’s iron cage towards the door. The heavy solid iron cage made a harsh sound as it scraped against the ground.

Forte, who had been so high and mighty, was now being dragged away like luggage.

When she reached the door, she looked at the dark green haired maid, who was surrounded by knights. She raised her hand and pointed at her.

“Child, take me to that esteemed individual.”

Clang——

She lifted the iron chain in her hand and said, “The task is completed.”