"Yes."

The boy nodded decisively, "This path is blocked. You better wait quietly until the fusion is complete."

To be honest, the boy was surprised by Xilan's combat power. She was definitely one of the best below the Holy Rank, comparable to a fully evolved Tiran. The boy even suspected that she could partially manipulate some of the laws, just like Tiran.

But even so, the difference between the Holy Rank and anything below it was decisive. Only another Holy Rank could challenge a Holy Rank.

"I'll deal with this guy, you go kill the demon over there."

Fortunately, at this moment, little Angel stepped forward. Her combat power was still able to suppress the boy, but if Atokiss completely consumed the soul of the demon seed or if the demon seed took control of Atokiss' body, it would mean that he would have to deal with two Holy Ranks simultaneously.

"Unfortunately, Miss Angel, you... are included in our forces."

The boy still wore that damn calm smile on his face, "Inside Ural's lantern, there are not only sealed demon seed souls, but also the spirits of three brave Angel warriors."

Vera infused her holy power into the Punishment Bible. Aya's body transformed once again, and three consecutive golden phantoms were absorbed around the Punishment Bible. Although their faces were very blurry, judging from their humanoid form, wings, and holy aura, there was no doubt that they were three Angels who sacrificed themselves to seal the demon seeds.

After the seal was lifted, they made their final effort with their residual consciousness, but were still defeated by the demon seeds. At this moment, the holy spirits were in an extremely weakened state.

—Moreover, in order to seal, they engraved their names back onto the Book of Sin, even a fully evolved being couldn't resist the will of the Book of Sin holder.

"Doesn't this sound perfect, little Vera? Atokiss got the souls of the demon seeds, and we found suitable bodies for the three holy spirits."

"Yeah yeah! Big brother is the best." The two of them echoed each other, not like siblings, but like a comedy duo.

But the events that unfolded were truly nothing to laugh about.

Although Little Angel tried her best to avoid it, the three holy spirits still entered her body under the will of the Book of Sin, when even the power of the laws couldn't exert any influence.

For a moment, the situation on the field became strange. Atokiss and Little Angel Fiona, who were originally the top combat forces in this battle, were now both in a state of soul fusion like AFK (Away From Keyboard).

...

"Damn it, someone bring me my Fadansword! I'm going down to chop up that turtle son of a bitch!"

The Goddess was finally unable to bear the anger in her heart when she saw the three holy spirits being forcibly pulled out by Vera and stuffed into Little Angel's body. She immediately jumped up from her divine seat and yelled that she was going down to kill someone.

Her most beloved new force in the Angel clan was gone, the Angel leader who had fought side by side with her in two mythological wars and the two holy spirits of the raging Angels were being arbitrarily controlled by someone using the Book of Sin... This was like mercilessly kicking her Goddess of the Light in the face. There was no way she could tolerate it!

Artemis' face was also not looking good. As a deity herself, she naturally understood what it meant for a representative to be attacked. If someone dared to do this to the Elf King or the Moonlight Temple Priest, she would probably order the Elves to declare war on that person.

What kind of divine beings are that girl and the boy next to her, daring to do such a provocative act that could almost be seen as a declaration of war?

As for the Goddess shouting, "Bring me our Tian Hua Ji", just listen to it, after all, divine beings are limited by the rules of the world and it is difficult for them to directly intervene with their power.

"So hurry up and send your army down, a few of those Twelve Blazing Angels will be enough to control the situation, right?" said Elf, propping her chin, even though she was a divine being, she was actually quite looking forward to the scene of the Goddess' army descending.

Under the shining sun of the scorching sun, the Angel Legion descended. They charged under the golden sunlight, their pure white wings shining brightly, their sword blades pointing to where the opponents were overwhelmed...

These scenes recorded in the Temple Church's books indeed occurred in The Age of Legendary War, but it has been ten thousand years, even the divine beings themselves have not seen such picturesque wars again.

— After all, there are no enemies that require the use of such a massive force to confront in the world anymore.

The only divine beings under the command of a few divine beings who possessed such combat power are the Goddess and the Demon God. The Demon God has already disappeared, leaving Devildom in chaos, and as for the others... the divine beings of the Orc race are solitary, coming and going like the wind, the divine beings of the Dwarf race are studying their own technology tree every day, as for the Elf God, only the Elf King and the Moonlight Temple High Priest under her can rival the Blazing Angels, which is far from enough.

But now, there is finally an opportunity. The warmongers from Devildom, who are always thinking about invading, have already reached their hands into the Main Dimension. So, according to the ceasefire agreement at the time, the Goddess has every reason to strike back.

Although a few hundred demons and a Holy Rank opponent are a bit inadequate, at least they can hold out for a few moments and let Artemis experience the atmosphere of the mythical war from ten thousand years ago again.

"Wait a moment."

It was completely unexpected that the Goddess, who had already shown signs of rage, suddenly calmed down and sat back down, as if her earlier outburst was all an act.

"What... are you waiting for?"

Artemis became curious. In her memory, the Goddess is not a patient person, and furthermore, patience is meaningless in the current situation.

"You'll see in a little while."

Although she felt sorry for Fiona, Artemis tried to calm herself down. But she still wanted to chop that bastard who had attacked the child!

It feels so uncomfortable!

...

"Little Fiona...?"

Tiran held Aya, who had fainted, with one hand, while the other held a sword pointing towards the now open eyes of the little Angel in the air.

In the reopened eyes of the little Angel, Tiran saw the same confusion as Aya just now. The golden light in her pupils didn't weaken but shone dazzlingly, more than any time Tiran had seen before.

That's not Little Fifi, just like Aya a moment ago. Tiran is now certain of this, the most direct evidence being that the mark of the Angel Covenant in the sea of spirits has become dim and powerless, indicating that the soul of the contractee is suppressed and unable to carry out the master's orders.

Perhaps, at the same time as the intrusion into Little Angel's spiritual world, the Holy Trinity of spirits, whether in quality or quantity, surpasses her. The incorporation of the spirits is even faster than Atos, who is beside her.

Is that the so-called Three Holy Spirits? Her own consciousness is trapped in slumber due to the battle with the demon seed, but the remaining spirits have taken over Little Fifi's body and control her as a medium.

"Disgusting..." Tiran smacked his lips and glanced at the unconscious Aya, feeling immense pressure.

The current situation was dire for Milt. Not only was there a numerical disadvantage on the battlefield, with four Holy Rank opponents against their two, but the power balance between the Holy Ranks had also shifted from their initial three against two to the current four against two.

Most importantly, their Grand Sage Diah and Ciella were being held back in the academy city while they had to deal with three Holy Ranks with only himself and Zilan?

Even if they cheated with the help of deities, Princess would not believe they had the ability to overcome this.

It was necessary to be cautious at this time. Aya was still unconscious, and he hoped that the person above didn't have any interest in him. On that note, such a powerful person couldn't even be persuaded by their elder brother, right?

Tiran really had no choice, as little Fissy had said. They couldn't win in a fight, and using tricks...the princess didn't think that the person who set up such a big trap and gradually pushed the situation to this point could be outwitted easily.

They could only hope that their goddess would notice something was amiss and send down divine intervention.

However, when Tiran secretly looked up, his eyes met with the amused gaze of the young man.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!

Tiran tightened his grip on the sword and instinctively swallowed his saliva. This was not good at all.

Wait, it seemed like this guy wasn't looking at him, but...Aya? Damn, he's coming over, he's coming over!

"Stay there." Tiran swung the sword lightly, producing a beam of light that narrowly missed the tip of the boy's shoe.

Although he had no confidence in defeating a Holy Rank opponent, he had no choice but to face it head-on.

Fortunately, Chi had barely recovered to the level of a High Knight. If he relied on swift recovery and his infinite Chi reserves, he might be able to temporarily unleash the power of the law.

Moreover, from the previous battles, it was evident that the young man's strength at the Holy Rank level was definitely lacking. If he could unleash the power of a Holy Rank and escape with Aya, it should be possible, right?

A knight with one hand holding the princess and the other wielding a sword, fighting through bloodshed and breaking out of encirclement...that kind of story? But seems like the roles are reversed, huh? Tiran glanced at Aya, who seemed to be sleeping soundly in his arms, and suddenly had this thought.

Even in this nervous state, it was astonishing how the princess's thoughts could still go astray in her mind, in a way.

"Lord Tiran, although we've just met, the bond between us seems deep." After being warned by Tiran's sword, the young man actually stopped in his tracks and began to speak casually. And the content of his conversation sounded just like those fortune tellers on the Eastern Continent.

Tiran couldn't help but mock in his mind, but he didn't lower his sword. Instead, he quietly compressed the Chi within himself to increase his strength, so that he could meet the standard for utilizing the law.

Well...although doing this would harm his body, he would probably have to lie in bed for another ten days or half a month afterwards.

"Even though you probably think I'm an idiot for saying this..." The young man spread his hands helplessly and sighed. "But I'm serious. Also, if possible, I would like to borrow the servant by your side."

Well, that settled it. There was nothing more to say.

"How many dishes have you had? And you're already this drunk," Tiran said coldly, swinging his sword with one hand towards the young man. The sword light rapidly extended as it descended, causing the surrounding space to distort.