“That’s it—”
In that terrifying magical torrent, being casually kneaded into a sugar pill by that hand, and at the moment when it was swallowed by the existence in the Holy Scripture, Wei Er’s mind only had these two words.
It seemed… she had made another wrong decision?
What to do, what to do?
She had to find a way to make amends, otherwise…
“You’ve done well enough, Wei Er.”
At that moment, a familiar, cool voice sounded from behind her.
Wei Er paused, shrinking her neck and turning her head back like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes slightly red.
“President, I think I’ve messed things up again.”
“This has nothing to do with you.”
Celicia, with a hint of blood on her uniform and disheveled hair, patted Wei Er on the head, speaking softly:
“When facing enemies beyond understanding, anyone would end up like this. Rather, it’s surprising that so far, no students have died in this turmoil…”
Celicia glanced at Ariel, who was wrapped up like a dumpling beside her, and paused in her words: “You’ve done very well so far; what comes next is not something we should interfere with.”
Celicia lifted her head and looked around, quickly grasping the situation. But when she saw a naked man running wildly in the wind—a certain spoiled child from the Campbell family, who also happened to be her fiancé, Mu-something—even she, calm as she was, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
But she quickly composed herself and issued orders to all the students around.
“The door to the underground shelter of the academy is open. Everyone, evacuate immediately to the underground!”
Without using any amplification magic, her calm yet undeniable voice reached all the students’ ears.
It helped those students, who were also startled by the current scene, to quickly regain their composure.
With the assistance of the elite students’ council, the students rapidly organized an orderly retreat.
However.
“Too slow.”
A sigh came through the air.
An old man, still sprightly with a cane, appeared beside Celicia.
Professor Plon looked towards the Holy Scripture floating in the air.
That hand had already reached back, but that did not mean the enemy was retreating; on the contrary, it indicated that the next step for the enemy was to fully descend.
“Who shall we send?”
Another voice echoed.
Professor Gran stood here at some unknown point in time.
Behind him, on the other side of the spatial ripples, there seemed to be a dozen or so elderly gazes fixed on this side.
“I’ll go.” Professor Plon sighed.
“You?”
Professor Gran raised his brow and let out a whistle:
“A doddering old man like you won’t suddenly throw your back out halfway through, right?”
“What else?”
Professor Plon shot a cold glance at Gran and replied sternly:
“Are you going to let this guy, who hasn’t fought in over a decade, take my place, or let those half in the grave behind us go??”
“Well, true. Why is it that among us old folks, it’s you, the magic instructor, who can fight the best?”
Professor Gran shrugged:
“Then I’ll help the students escape. You can go without worry.”
“Don’t make it sound like I’m not coming back once I go.”
Professor Plon reached out to grasp a space ripple, and a lovely Pink Star Wand radiating with an aura of authority appeared in his hand.
Holding the Pink Star Wand, the corner of Professor Plon’s eye twitched involuntarily as he sighed:
“Using it so many times, yet each time the feeling is… still quite wonderful.”
…
…
“Woo woo woo—”
The mournful wailing echoed again.
From the dark pages of the Holy Scripture, that faint yet persistent sound of footsteps grew closer.
Then, gentle gauzy skirts swayed as a fair jade foot stepped out from the darkness.
In that instant.
A holy hymn resounded.
It was as if the sound of pure gold trumpets rang out from behind the heavens’ veil.
The ethereal, sacred song mixed with that mournful crying echoed between this desolate world.
Anyone who heard the cry would feel an overwhelming sorrow, yet listening to the sacred hymn would evoke a genuine happiness in committing everything to a great existence.
Countless pure white feathers, coming from nowhere, scattered with the wind.
Like petals scattered by flower girls at a wedding.
The breathtaking figure in a complex white dress finally fully emerged from the Holy Scripture and descended here.
Her expression was sorrowful, as if she was pitying the suffering mortals.
Behind her, her white wings unfurled, radiating an endless brightness more dazzling than the spotlights concentrated here.
Above her head, a crown engraved with stars and the sun and moon rotated, exuding a terrifying, suffocating aura.
Crowned One, Holy Maiden!
…
…
“WTF, that mindless Love God actually has a crowned-level follower?”
In the silver well, the Pink Bear watched this scene from afar, especially the majestic crown atop the Holy Maiden’s head, causing him to be so shocked that his bear mouth could hardly close.
Only by breaking through the limits of humanity and entering the realm above the fifth tier, recognized by this world, could one be granted titles and crowns, becoming a crowned-level powerhouse, respected by the world as the Crowned One.
Compared to ordinary people, crowned ones represent a qualitative change in the level of life, which is why some scholars refer to them as near-divine.
Although they cannot truly wield the supreme power like a god, each crowned one represents the pinnacle of human strength.
And now, a crowned one had actually descended upon the academy in the guise of a follower of that corrupted Love God.
This was indeed beyond the Pink Bear’s expectations.
But the biggest problem was not there, as the academy was not without crowned ones, and with the presence of the great ritual, unless seven or eight of them came at once, it was impossible to shake the academy’s foundation.
The biggest question was…
How much power could that Love God project using the crowned one as a vessel and medium?
“Speaking of which, why do I feel like this crowned one looks a bit familiar?”
Looking at that nearly perfect face, the Pink Bear couldn’t help but ponder, pinching his chin.
He felt as if he had seen her somewhere before.
But that couldn’t be right; he would never forget a beautiful woman he had seen.
“Could it be…”
The Pink Bear seemed to realize something and suddenly took out his treasured “Holy Maiden Photo Album,” quickly flipping through it.
When he reached a certain page, his bear paw suddenly paused, and his expression became serious.
“Ah, I see…”
“This crowned one is actually the former Holy Maiden of the Church of Life?”
“But didn’t that Holy Maiden announce her retirement twenty years ago? There were rumors she married her lover and went to live in seclusion.”
“Lover…”
The Pink Bear seemed to awaken and raised his head, glancing at the sorrowful Holy Maiden. Unknowingly, a trace of sympathy appeared on his face.
“Near-divine or whatever, she’s just a mortal who can also be corrupted by twisted love in her heart.”
