I am the heroine's godfather!

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The voice of the dying Pope sounded like the rubbing of tree bark, “The Satanic race is still as reckless as ever.”

The crimson King of Satan grinned as he tore open half of the wound, the corroded wound healing at a visible speed: "Is this little bit of damage just a tickle to me?!"

She stomped her foot, and magma-like cracks spread from beneath her feet, burning the thorns within a ten-meter radius to charcoal. Taking advantage of the moment, Estia drew her longbow, and the hurricane-force arrowhead tore through the mist, revealing the shimmering purple crystal on the chest of the dying pope.

The dying Pope frowned, and the next second, the vines that had bound Lesteen disappeared, and a high wall formed in front of him, blocking Estia's surprise attack.

really!

Estia understood immediately and shouted at Lestinger, "That's his weakness!"

"You say it!"

The greatsword swept away the thorns that surged forward again, and Lester suddenly grabbed Estia's arm and flung her high into the air: "Shoot accurately!"

The elven princess released her bowstring in the instant she was airborne. The hurricane-entwined arrow transformed into a blue storm, only to be devoured by suddenly sprouting bone flowers just before it struck the core. The thorn throne of the dying pope abruptly rose higher, its top bursting forth with millions of pale buds—each flower containing the curled-up soul of an elven ghost.

"Desecrating the souls of the dead..."

Estia stumbled half a step as she landed, her emerald eyes blazing with fury: "Despicable!"

"War, how can it be despicable?"

The dying Pope's tone was completely flat: "Besides, this is nothing more than a trick that the lich race has already played out."

Bone flowers exploded one after another, and the wailing ghosts rushed towards the two of them.

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The other side of the battlefield was shrouded in black mist.

The fallen pope danced gracefully amidst piles of corpses, her eye-encrusted necklace jingling with each movement. With every step she took, the corpses beneath her twisted into grotesque undead, and the eerie skulls on her staff emitted blasphemous hymns.

Loran swung his sword, shattering the onrushing undead. Holy light flickered on the blade—the monsters, after being slain, turned into viscous black mud, attempting to erode the holy magic he had imbued into his sword.

Loran frowned. As a sacred relic of the Holy See, the Holy Tribunal's Judgment would not be so easily corroded, but these things would inevitably affect its sharpness.

"Little darling, your holy arts are far inferior to those old things from seven hundred years ago!"

The Fallen Pope flicked a crimson rune from his fingertip, and the space around Loran suddenly collapsed, imprisoning him in a crimson cage. The undead seized the opportunity to swarm forward, their sharp teeth gnawing at the golden light protecting him.

Seven hundred years ago?

Loran suddenly frowned, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He conjured a holy spell with his staff in his left hand, blasting away the imprisonment and the onrushing undead souls, and stared at her face for a long time.

The powerful members of the Church of the Evil God know about events from seven hundred years ago, so perhaps there is only one answer.

"Guardian Knight?"

Loran narrowed his eyes. If nothing unexpected happened, apart from the Dragon of Destiny, the only female among the Guardian Paladins was that one.

"Or perhaps, those favored by the gods?"

The Fallen Pope's face instantly turned ugly: "Damn it! Don't mention that name to me!!!"

"It's really you."

Loran frowned: "So, the six of you really have survived until now?"

"Live a wretched life? You dare to say that, little guy."

The fallen pope grinned cruelly, revealing sharp fangs: "Then let me show you what the teachings of the elders are all about!"

"I will twist your head off, chop off your limbs, and then torture your soul! I will find out where you got this information from!!!"

The Fallen Pope shrieked and roared, his claws dripping with black blood charging toward Loran, while his staff hovered to the side, seemingly being drawn by something, continuously unleashing attacks.

Loran sneered, and the next moment, his figure was pierced by the Fallen Pope.

But the Fallen Pope did not relax her guard in the slightest. She turned around abruptly, her claws tearing through the air behind her, colliding with the suddenly appearing Holy Tribunal's Judgment, producing a metallic clang. Meanwhile, Loran's body, which had been torn apart earlier, shattered like a mirror.

"Ice magic? Don't bother showing off with such a simple trick!"

The Fallen Pope sneered, and an eerie purple light suddenly emanated from her hand. Loran's sword tip was deflected by an invisible force. The eerie gem on the Fallen Pope's chest glowed purple, and the holy light on Loran's blade began to dim!

"Surprise?"

She licked her lips. "This is the 'Tears of a Fallen God,' forged from the despair of three thousand virgins."

Loran abruptly retreated, his staff emerging from the void. Dark gold runes swirled at the tip of the staff, and a composite spell, blending frost and holy light, erupted with a deafening roar.

The Fallen Pope chuckled and dodged. Loran, of course, didn't think that the magic he had hastily gathered could have much effect; this move was just a feint.

"Little one, struggle as much as you want."

The Fallen Pope chuckled disdainfully, but Loran suddenly smiled. He remembered what Olivia had once told him about her encounter with the "Chosen One" in the secret realm.

"The one favored by the gods seems to care deeply about her and her mother."

Olivia looked slightly confused: "Like... jealousy?"

Loran suddenly spoke up: "Speaking of which, I once read some information in ancient books. It is said that there are two female Holy Knights who protect the country. Among them, the Dragon of Destiny is superior to the Favored One of the Gods in both strength and appearance."

"..."

The Fallen Pope's face suddenly turned ugly: "...Fine, very well! You damned ant, if you wanted to provoke me, then you've succeeded!"

"I will kill you with my own hands, imprison your soul, and then, right before your eyes, tear apart everyone you care about!"

In a frenzied roar, black mist condensed into a giant claw and slammed down. As Loran's staff plunged into the ground and the holy light barrier erected, he caught a glimpse of Estia's direction out of the corner of his eye—

The rain of emerald arrows clashed with the sea of ​​white bone flowers, Lesteen's greatsword pierced the earth, and pillars of lava fire shot into the sky!

Bonus Chapter: Harvest Festival and Bonfire Party

This story takes place before the full-scale war began.

It was an autumn day, and Lorian, Messiah, Estia, and Christine were on their way to the location of the quest.

"So, do we really want to take on this kind of unchallenging assignment?"

Christine wasn't very interested. Estia reached out and felt the temperature of the wind: "The wind tells me that it's a peaceful village there, without the battle you're expecting."

"Exactly! Little Christine, you absolutely mustn't become someone who only thinks about fighting! Lorian alone is troublesome enough!"

Messiah raised a finger and lectured.

Lorian leaned back in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring Messiah's slander.

But can this really be considered slander? Isn't it just stating the facts?

So, why are the four of them here? Let's jump back to last night.

Inside the hotel, Lorian, Christine, and Estia had dinner but were puzzled as to why Messiah had not yet returned.

"I hope nothing bad will happen to her out alone so late at night."

Christine was somewhat worried. Lorian, holding his sword, opened his tightly closed eyes slightly.

Estia walked to the window and felt the sound of the wind.

"The city is still just as filthy at night."

Estia's words carried a hint of disgust, then she shook her head: "But Mysia is fine."

And so Lorian opened his eyes and then closed them again.

"Really? Your method of 'reading the wind' sounds so mystical, almost like an astrologer's. What if it's inaccurate?"

Christine was somewhat skeptical, but Estia didn't explain. She simply smiled faintly and said, "You can't explain the structure of magic to someone with an intellectual disability, even if he is an adult in age."

"Isn't that obvious? No, are you subtly insulting me?"

"It seems you're not so stupid as to lack self-awareness."

The two started arguing as usual, and if they weren't worried about damaging the hotel's tables and chairs, they probably would have had another unrestricted fight.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and moonlight streamed in, following the blonde girl's steps.

"Everyone! I'm back!"

The adventurers in the inn were already used to the girl's sudden outbursts.

"Why so late?"

Christine withdrew her sharp gaze from Estia and looked at Mysia: "Lorian is almost asleep from waiting."

"Hehe, I just came across a really interesting request!"

Messiah ran to the table, took a couple of sips of water, and shook Lorian's shoulder: "Lorian, Lorian, wake up! I have something to say!"

Lorian then slowly opened his eyes, put down his sword, and pretended to listen attentively.

"You look happy."

Estia tilted her head: "What kind of request would make you so happy?"

"Hehe... Ta-da! This is it!"

Messiah pulled out a mission sheet with a few lines written on it:

[The Wheat Fragrance Village Harvest Festival is coming!]

[Recruiting adventurers from all over to help with the harvest season! Wages will be paid based on the harvested crops!]

A grand bonfire party will be held tonight! All shops will offer a 30% discount to all adventurers!

"what?"

克莉丝汀十分不解：“这有什么有趣的，看起来好没意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】。”

"A guy whose mind is only focused on fighting can't understand the joy of a good harvest."

Estia looked at Christine with a hint of pity.

"Huh? You want to fight?!"

"hehe."

"You guy!"

"Seriously, stop arguing!"

Messiah, hands on hips: "We're discussing serious matters now!"

"Alright, for Messiah's sake, I'll let you off this time."

"I should be the one saying that."

两人收回了针锋相对的眼神，克莉丝汀挠了挠头：“感觉没啥意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】......”

"I vote in favor."

Estia raised her hand: "I'm also a little curious about the human harvest festival."

"In that case, I have no choice but to vote against it!"

Christine, who was initially indifferent, suddenly perked up. No matter the outcome, she was determined to go head-to-head with Estia!

"A tie, one to one? Hmm, if that's the case..."

Messiah looked longingly at Lorian beside her.

Since there are four people in the team, there is a possibility of a tie in the vote. Therefore, when it comes to whether or not to do a task request, the person who made the request is not counted, and the other three people vote.

That is why Lorian's vote became crucial at this moment.

Lorian paused for a moment, first glancing at Estia who seemed indifferent, then at Christine who, though outwardly at odds with Estia, didn't actually care much about the outcome, and finally at Messiah with her big, watery eyes. He sighed and raised his hand.

"I vote in favor."

"Huh? Really?"

"Oh yeah!"

Messiah raised her hand, wanting to give Estia a high five. Estia hesitated for a few seconds, then awkwardly gave Messiah a high five.

"Hey, are you really going?"

Christine nudged Lorian with her elbow: "That sounds a bit boring."

"You didn't object either."

Lorian spoke in a flat tone, and Christine opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

That's how things turned out.

"Speaking of which, why do they hire adventurers to do farm work?"