I was completely surrounded. There were archers on the roofs, a group of great swordsmen in front of me, and priests and bishops buffing me with Divine Arts.
Lightning gathered in the hands of a black-robed mage in the distance. These mages who served Sylvan had received the blessing of lightning, and were incredibly skilled at controlling lightning and thunder.
Leona's blonde hair was set aflame by her anger, and her surging divine blessing transformed into a draconic shockwave that repeatedly crashed into my mental world.
Thunder continuously rumbled in the sky. The furious True God was watching me through his beloved daughter's eyes as he relentlessly lashed the ground with lightning.
"Roan! Your end is right before you. "
Leona's sword-wielding hands were slightly confused, but her sword didn't stop moving. The thunder in the sky was already right next to my ear.
"Isn't it just acting cool? Do you really think I don't know how to!? "
Holy light descended from above. Her golden wings were the purest form of Holy Light, and the entire world was illuminated. A domain of Holy Light descended from the sky, accompanied by holy songs.
"I, the strongest Holy Knight in the world, accept your challenge."
At this moment, not only were the priests pausing in surprise, even God's Punishment froze.
Wasn't there something wrong with this scene? Wasn't it supposed to be an ambush against a demon king? Wasn't it supposed to be a three-stage battle for ten days and ten nights? Why did a demon king suddenly transform into a Holy Knight?
"What? The strongest Holy Knight? "
The strongest Holy Knight? Wasn't that Estrada? That was a nickname given to him by others. But in this generation, who else apart from him would dare to call themselves the strongest Holy Knight?
However, the Holy Knight before me had a purity of Holy Light that was comparable to the God of Holy Light. It was evident that he wasn't some random noob who was just starting out.
"The strongest Holy Knight, Estrada's most famous disciple, the one who dares to inherit this title …"
Leona hesitantly asked for a name when she recalled that vicious character on the Calamity Rankings.
"Roland? Roland Mist? "
I nodded slightly. As expected, my name was quite famous. Even here had heard of me.
"That's more like infamous. Look over there."
Holy Light wouldn't lie. After learning that I was Roland, the misunderstanding should have been resolved. However, there were more enemies, and they even brought ballistas from the city walls. It was almost as if they had leveled up.
"… I'm not here to invade. There's no undead army, no Mist Alliance army, and no floating airships. I swear in the name of Holy Light that a Holy Knight can't lie. Do you believe me now."
Alright then, the thunder and dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, which made the atmosphere a much more pleasant. finally. of
Twenty minutes later, as I sat in Sylvan's church, I learned most of what had happened from Leona.
This had happened almost two months ago. At that time, I was busy with the Elven Empire's affairs, so I had sufficient evidence of an alibi …
Leona met a mercenary swordsman who called himself Ron. He seemed to be a dark attribute magic swordsman, but he was very cheerful and optimistic. He quickly established himself in Leaf Dew City.
As for whether something had happened between Leona and Ron, and how Ron had managed to obtain the purity that Leona had kept for 30 years in just two months, no one knew except for outsiders.
"You're not Ron. Ron wouldn't smile like you. Your smile is so fake, but his smile is so real."
In a way, I was despised again.
He took out a mirror and put on his treasured Holy Knight smile. His teeth were shining, perfect and flawless. How was it fake?
"Ahem, I think I know who that Ron is. Actually, since you know me, Roland, you should have guessed who Ron is …"
"Abyss Prince Cavendish …"
Leona squeezed out these words from between her teeth. Her words were filled with hatred. "That's right. Every debt has its debtor. Sylvan can go to the Abyss and cause trouble for him. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that Sylvan is only a Low God. He can't deal with that fellow and will probably be killed instantly."
Leona unhesitatingly said such words of contempt for a God in someone else's shrine. Everyone looked at me with enmity, but I only quietly drank tea — er, holy water.
There was no helping it. I had served highly concentrated holy water, and all the tea leaves had been blasted apart by the holy water. It would seem that Leona was still suspicious of my identity.
Actually, I didn't really care what Sylvan thought. After all, he was only a Low God who had just ascended to Godhood not long ago. I wouldn't be worried even if he descended with his true body.
I could faintly sense life within her with my soul eyes as I looked at Leona's slender figure. I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows when I sensed the powerful demonic power and Mist bloodline within her.
"Another demon bloodline. This is so troublesome."
While it was true that Cavendish was a bastard, he was also a Demon Lord. As far as I knew, descendants of high-level demons would be born into demon nobility, which wasn't so easy to obtain.
From a certain standpoint, a Demon Lord's direct descendant would have to split off a portion of their power. At the very least, it would be 10%, and at the very most, 50%.
High-level demons didn't need contraceptives. However, in the demon world, power was everything. Revealing one's weakness would equal death. Very few powerful demons would have many descendants.
Those descendants could also be their backup bodies. It could be said that Leona didn't have any good intentions.
Two months ago, when the demon wave first erupted, it could be said that the entire world's attention was focused on the Elven Kingdom. As a Chaos Main God, Sylvan had come to the mortal plane to pick up girls and even had a descendant. This was completely abnormal.
"Is he worried that he won't be able to survive the Holy War and leave behind a descendant?"
I shook my head. This wasn't Cavendish's personality at all.
Was he suddenly moved? That was possible. However, it definitely wasn't a coincidence that he had appeared here at that time. There was definitely something here that he wanted.
I kept looking at Leona. She felt a chill run down her spine. It was highly likely that Cavendish's purpose for appearing here was related to her.
This child was likely to be incredibly important. Perhaps Leona was also very special.
"Your fetus is probably using divine power to isolate its magic power, isn't it? Why don't you get rid of it? I don't believe that you'll show any mercy. Or do you still have feelings for it? "
"I really want to cut it up into twelve pieces! But … if it dies, I'll die. "
Leona's words were filled with anger. However, I chuckled.
"Cough, sister-in-law … Alright, Leona, perhaps I can help you take a look. I'm an expert surgeon."
[Ding! Congratulations to Roland for obtaining the title of God Surgeon.]
As I told my System to shut up, I looked at my "new sister-in-law" Leona. She had an expression of determination that she would be sacrificed. It seemed that she was about to agree.
"I'm willing to pay any price as long as I can get rid of this vile spawn."
Her determination was quite obvious. If this trap didn't capture "Ron", it was likely that Leona would directly commit suicide.
However, I couldn't bear to see her die. Don't misunderstand, there was no script here … I only knew that although Cavendish was a playboy, he still treated his women quite well. Perhaps I could use her as bait to lure Cavendish out.
"Perhaps I'll even have to ask you to lie on a crucifix for two days."
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