At this critical moment, they made an appearance.
The Saints Convocation.
Roel was flabbergasted by the sudden entrance of these evil cultists. The four women who were ready to unleash horrors upon one another also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Before everyone’s eyes, Executive Francis stepped out from the group of white-robed disciples with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He first shot a sweeping look at the crowd before nodding matter-of-factly. He made no attempt to conceal the scorn in his eyes, as if he was looking at a bunch of ignorant bumpkins.
Lost lambs who fail to see the Mother Goddess’ greatness, confused they must be.
Francis thought that their abrupt assault was beautiful and graceful, reminiscent of an artwork. He had chosen to strike on the day of the Blessing Festival so as to catch the enemy off-guard, and it looked like he had succeeded.
He had carefully assessed the situation before joining the fray.
For some reason, Aurora Capital Ols was oddly chaotic today. There were several battles going on not too far away, and judging from the natures of their mana, it seemed to be a clash between the church and heretics. However, there were also traces of the Sorofya’s Gemstone Magic and Austine soldiers mixed amongst them too.
He had no idea what was going on, but he knew right away that the ideal opportunity had fallen into his lap.
A clash between religions and soldiers of hostile countries—this was an irreconcilable conflict. Once the battle had started, it wouldn’t stop until one side was completely eradicated. There was no better news to Francis than this.
Opportunities always knock from the most mysterious of places.
He had to concede that the blasphemous sinner was truly a sly one. The latter had used some kind of means that blocked off divination spells, making it extremely hard to track him down. However, his actions also made it equally difficult for his allies to find him, resulting in him being more vulnerable than ever.
There were many powers in the Sia Continent who would go to great lengths to protect an awakener of the Ascart Bloodline, but their intent mattered not when they couldn’t even find him. Only the Saints Convocation’s Holy Envoy possessed the means to track down the blasphemous sinner.
The current situation proved his point.
An Origin Level 3 and three Origin Level 4s; this was honestly a pathetic force coming from a prime target that the Saints Convocation was determined to eradicate.
Looks, he’s even trembling out of fear.
Looking at the trembling black-haired boy in front of him, Francis felt that victory was in his grasp and smiled gleefully. Oblivious to him, R
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