The white sword of light sliced through the air, leaving behind a trail of light and the smell of something being burned.
The light swords danced in the air, and the afterimages filled the entire space.
After destroying the ruins in front of me into rubble and leveling the rubble, I put away the bladeless Sacred Sword in my sleeve in satisfaction.
That's right, my sleeve was more than enough to act as a scabbard.
"This sword truly only has a hilt?"
I nodded in confirmation at the silly cat's question.
Previously, this sword didn't have a blade not because it wasn't complete enough. It was because the design didn't have a blade to begin with. This was a sword of light that transcended time.
"May the force be with you. Cough, I mean may the Holy Light be with you. The God of Holy Light is tricking (protecting) you. "
Devout Holy Light believers made a gesture of prayer. Unfortunately, there were no comments, no praises … no appreciators.
I refocused my attention on the Sacred Sword.
The hilt was less than 30 centimeters long and was milky-white like white jade. It felt warm to the touch, and there was an opening where the blade should have been. That was the opening for the blade of light.
There were no unnecessary decorations, nor were there any tacky gems. The only decoration was a pattern of thorns and dragon scales, as well as a functional part to prevent the sword from slipping.
As I willed it, Holy Light gathered on the hilt, forming a blade of light.
I casually tossed out the Sacred Sword, and the blade danced in the air like a nimble swallow. Along its trajectory, seven skeleton soldiers were killed one by one without leaving even a speck of ash behind.
* Buzz! *
When the sword returned to my hand, the cold and scorching blade of light was still humming, as if it wasn't satisfied with its harvest.
I nodded in satisfaction. As a weapon, there was nothing to be picky about.
"Now, let's try the second mode …"
I reached for the dragon pattern on the hilt. There was a switch there to switch functions.
"Stop wasting time. We'll have plenty of time to play with it in the future. Help me protect it."
The silly cat's words astonished me greatly. There were no enemies here, so why would she need my protection?
The huge library that suddenly opened up and the magic books flying in the air explained everything.
In the center of the temple, Harloys in her young girl form was smiling at me.
"You plan to advance at this time? Become an Undead Emperor? "
"Nonsense. Help me guard it. Once I successfully advance, you'll have a thick thigh to cling to. "
After saying that, the silly cat started chanting, and the magic books around her became even more excited.
Thus, after squatting for a week, I finally succeeded in my advancement. I could only continue squatting. It seemed like I would have to squat for a longer period of time this time.
…
This was already the second month since the outbreak of San Antonio's civil war, but the storm showed no signs of stopping. On the contrary, as the war progressed, it was obvious that it was getting more and more intense.
As time passed, it became clear who was behind Duke Barrot and who had the ability to temporarily form an alliance between the demons and humans.
An old acquaintance, Sophocles the Deceiver.
The Chaos Demon Monarch, who was fond of conspiracies and art, successfully fooled the world again with a simple and experienced method.
Under the schemes of the two Chaos Overgods, Maria's death was not unjust at all.
If one had to ask who was the unluckiest and most embarrassed party in this civil war, it would naturally be the … er, the Holy Church.
Although Roland was also innocently implicated, he was far more fortunate than the Holy Church, which had lost so many soldiers and lost so much face.
In normal situations, the Holy Church would never participate in a kingdom's civil war, especially a civil war between mega empires. San Antonio, which worshipped the God of Holy Light's teachings, should never participate.
After all, the Holy Church was a religious faction, and San Antonio was the most common religious faction. No matter who won the civil war, it would be impossible for them to change their religious beliefs. San Antonio would still be the final victor.
However, participating in another kingdom's civil war would not only make the other kingdoms look bad, but it would also be the first time that a divine authority would interfere with a major kingdom's royal authority. If the winner of the civil war wasn't San Antonio, the new victor would definitely have an extreme enmity with the Holy Church.
San Antonio was the Holy Church's most loyal supporter. The Holy Church's reputation had already been greatly damaged, and they wouldn't be able to withstand such a huge loss.
Unfortunately, this wasn't a "normal" time. The Holy Church had been forced to participate from the very start.
The Holy Church spread the news that San Antonio's rightful successor, Queen Maria, was a Chaos Girl and naturally inclined towards the demons. They even provided sufficient evidence.
The Holy Church's higher-ups saw that the situation wasn't right. San Antonio was a core territory that couldn't be lost. And so, the pope and several archbishops were lured into participating.
The pope and the Holy Church's higher-ups were no idiots. It was the natural instinct of political creatures to bet on both sides. Although they accused Maria of being an enemy of the Holy Light, they didn't push things too far. They secretly sent out messengers to negotiate with Maria.
The content of the negotiations was nothing more than "if you send out a notice to cut off all ties with the Chaos Abyss and devoutly worship the Holy Light, the Holy Church will cancel all hostilities against you."
And if the negotiations really went on, Maria, who didn't have much of a relationship with the Chaos Faction to begin with, would indeed agree when considering that most of her subordinates and commoners worshipped the God of Holy Light.
However, the problem was with the messengers.
The messengers were real, and they even had a letter personally written by Pope Maria. However, by the time the furious commoners received the letter, the contents of the letter had changed from a sincere plea to surrender to the Holy Church's declaration of war against heretics.
And then, the fire was lit, and the mastermind behind the scenes added more fuel to the fire.
Sophocles the Deceiver was a veteran schemer and mastermind behind the scenes. Sophocles the Deceiver's history of scheming was even longer than the history of the Holy Light. Karwenz was also personally carrying out this scheme. This was basically a trap for the Holy Church.
Next, Duke Barrot, who was under Sophocles' control to begin with, stood up and swore to take revenge on the Holy Church and Prince Winston, who were the assassins. That was only natural.
From a certain standpoint, the Chaos Faction's primary target had always been the Holy Church. Roland was the one who had been dragged into this.
Originally, Cavendish had followed the unwritten rules of the Holy War and hadn't intended to personally take action. But now that he saw that his older brother was here, he was quite happy to personally take action and make trouble for his older brother, Roland.
Looking at the big picture, it was only natural that they would make trouble for the Holy Church. After all, just like San Antonio, the Holy Church was the number one enemy of the entire Chaos Faction. Who else would they target but the Holy Church?
Compared to the Mist Alliance that was stuck defending the Northlands, the Holy Church was still the number one faction in the Order Faction. Their tremendous number of Holy Light believers made the God of Holy Light nearly undefeatable. In that case, it was only natural that the God of Holy Light would lose some believers first.
San Antonio was the Holy Church's right-hand man, as well as the Holy Church's core territory, so it was only natural that the Holy Church would kill them first.
Two Main God level Demon Lords personally plotted against Maria. Even a True God would die. Maria's death wouldn't be unjust at all.
And now, the Holy Church's status was becoming more and more awkward.
Duke Barrot's subordinates viewed the Holy Church as the true culprit behind the Holy Church's death. The Holy Knight and angel squadrons that the Holy Church had brought with them had originally been used to deal with the ogres and demons. But now, the Holy Church was forced into a meat grinder-like civil war. After all, nobody was willing to just sit around and wait for death.
Barrot's faction wanted to fight and become the sole ruler of this country. Winston's faction couldn't possibly just sit around and wait for death. If one side didn't intend to stop fighting, it was impossible for the civil war to stop.
As the Holy Church's losses increased, both sides became truly angry. There was no victor in this civil war from the very start.
War refugees, deserters, adventurers, and so on. Every day, countless people would flee from the battlefield. There would be countless refugees on the roads.
And as the civil war continued, the Holy Church's attacks on other humans were exaggerated and spread to every corner of the world. Of course, the Holy Church's image as a guardian of humanity was severely damaged. This had originally been the Holy Church's trump card for being undefeatable.
The Southern Sect and many other opposing factions wouldn't miss out on this opportunity. All sorts of attacks on the Holy Church never stopped. Plus, the Holy Church's reputation was rapidly decreasing every day.
Finally, two True Gods of the Holy Church appeared on the battlefield. The heartless True Gods had given mortals the fate of death, but it was impossible for the Holy Church to recover their reputation …
Everyone knew that the Holy Church should retreat now. However, this would mean that they had completely given up on San Antonio. Not only that, the other Holy Churches would also be disappointed in San Antonio. Pope Caloma still couldn't make a decision.
Yet, at the edge of the battlefield, another passerby appeared.
Behind the black cape was a little girl who wasn't even ten years old. They had come here from a meat grinder-like battlefield without a single drop of blood on them.
"Harloys, how does it feel to become an Undead Emperor?"
"It sucks. I've never felt like the journey was so long before."
The little girl seemed to be having quite a hard time keeping up with me. I wanted to help her stay on my head like before, but she wasn't willing.
She shrugged, and I didn't insist.
Unlike me, who had long since experienced leveling up, Harloys had quite a large barrier to overcome. She failed several times, and it took her almost two months before she finally succeeded.
Another small problem was that after her physical body evolved, although she still had the ability to transform into clones and could even strengthen herself, her true body would have to remain in its original form.
From a certain standpoint, this was another special characteristic of becoming a SemiGod. While becoming undying, one's physical body's appearance, size, and age would also be fixed.
Harloys had quite a few stashes. Her lace princess dress looked quite cute, but she always tripped when walking. Since she didn't use any magic to strengthen her physical body, she was just like a pitiful little girl.
Currently, Harloys was panting heavily. I didn't see any thick thighs, but her increasingly short legs were quite vexing for her.
Even though it was quite nice to lie on my head, for some reason, she refused to use her original method of traveling. In that case, our originally slow journey naturally became even slower.
"You've taken so long. Is everything alright in the Northlands?"
"No, no. Winter's already over, and everyone's busy with spring plowing. The new seeds seem to be quite good …"
Another benefit of bringing Harloys along was that her clones were the best communication devices. She had never stopped receiving information from the Northlands.
Previously, there was a limit to the distance between her clones and the Northlands. It would seem that this was the result of her recent breakthrough.
I felt slightly more reassured after hearing the Northlands' reports.
San Antonio, in the southwest, was in complete chaos. However, the Northlands' situation was surprisingly good.
The Holy Church's attention and strength was focused on the Northlands' situation, so they naturally didn't have much time to worry about the Northlands' situation. Instead, they should be worried about the Mist Alliance's revenge. The overall situation wasn't good, so the Holy Church's Divine Alliance had temporarily stopped all activities.
From a certain standpoint, the Holy Church still owed me. It was as if I had been ambushed yesterday, and I hadn't taken revenge yet.
Logically speaking, I should have just assassinated one or two of the Holy Church's higher-ups for fun. At the very least, that would give them a warning that they would have to pay a price if they dared to touch me.
But looking at the current situation, taking revenge on the Holy Church would be equivalent to helping the Chaos Faction. It wasn't my style to not take revenge. However, taking revenge would be helping the enemy, which made me feel rather conflicted. I had been rather hesitant over the past few days. In the end, I decided to note down this debt and not take revenge for the time being.
"You don't intend to go have some fun?"
Harloys was quite free. She actually seemed more "human" now that she had reached SemiGod rank. The death of the Elven Gods also represented the end of her hatred. As long as the Mist Alliance didn't collapse and the Elven Empire developed well, she indeed had the right to be free.
Harloys no longer had any goals or goals to pursue. She didn't feel any psychological pressure at all. She could even enjoy delicious food and beautiful scenery on the battlefield. It was as if she were on vacation every day.
However, there were some things that were correct. After Harloys successfully broke through to become an Undead Emperor, she instantly became incredibly powerful. It would definitely be worth it for her to have such a binding equipment.
I glanced at the main battlefield in the distance. The pointer of my magic compass was already pointing towards the sky. This meant that the magic power of both sides involved in this battle was off the charts.
"Even the True Gods are getting serious. It's highly likely that they'll self-destruct if they lose. I don't want to get involved."
I shook my head and rejected this rather tempting suggestion.
Right now, San Antonio was the focal point of many dimensions. Unlike before, it was possible that all the powerful existences would personally participate in this battle.
No matter if it was demon waves, angel waves, human wave tactics, True Gods, demons, or SemiGods self-destructing, or all sorts of forbidden spells, forbidden spells, and combination magic, they were all incredibly dangerous. It would be truly embarrassing if I was mysteriously killed by them.
Fundamentally speaking, this was already the frontline battlefield in the mortal plane. I didn't have the urge to die so easily just by myself and a cat … er, a young girl.
"They have their own internal battles. We have our own matters as well. The Chaos Girls definitely won't be easy to deal with. There's also Cavendish and Eliza …"
"Then shall we return to the Northlands? Or to Bardi? "
"To the Mage Country. But before we leave, I need to talk to someone."
"Who? Prince Winston? "
"No, there's no meaning in talking to him anymore. He's been riding a tiger for a long time now. He'll have no choice but to accept this battle even if he doesn't want to. His own subjective thoughts won't matter at all. I want to talk to … Pope Caloma. "
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