I used this as an excuse to deceive my superiors, but unexpectedly it actually turned out like this.

Just when the Scorching Flame Elf was sighing for his future freedom, something quietly approached him.

"Huh?" The Burning Flame Elf stretched his senses behind him.

"Hey~" The black goat tilted his head and looked at him.

The third day, the imperial capital.

The news that Majia, as the son of the Red Flame God, had driven away the scorching flame elves spread throughout the imperial capital. Just when everyone thought that Majia would unite humans and gods to rule the church as an emperor, the empire announced another decree, banning it from now on.

The people believed in the God of Red Flame and converted to the Great Saint. At the same time, the Saint's Church was responsible for guiding believers.

Outside the imperial capital, Alison looked at the silver high-end ticket that suddenly appeared in her hand.

"It's a bit low." Alison looked at the sky, "You can't get down, right?"

So in the Kingdom of Wangodar in the far east, everyone saw the base camp of the God of Shallow Water. Eight black tentacles rose up from the former Kingdom of God on Earth, just like the subdued water monster resurrected in the teachings of the Water God.

In the Kingdom of Tedal, citizens watched the Holy See of the Earth Goddess sink in the darkness.

In the Kingdom of Suweihui, believers watched sixteen tails stirring in the air, and the Pope of Storm, the Cardinal and even the Templars all died.

In the Kingdom of Barend, the God of Wisdom announced his closure. In the Saxon Kingdom, the ground gladiators of the God of War roared and fell apart. In the Kingdom of Burgundy, the statue of the God of Light was splashed with black paint. The believers were crying while being arrested by the lord who received the order.

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"Why don't you look at it? You can still do some small business without being a clergyman."

In a certain den of the Church of the God of Light, Alison, who was riding a black goat with eight eyes and sixteen tails, sighed slightly and then left the town that was littered with corpses.

In the Anglo Kingdom, Alison arrived as expected.

She was dressed normally, with a black schoolbag slung over her shoulder and a small black goat pendant hanging on it. She was dangling her legs on the roof of Medea's house.

She looked at Medea, who had a serious face, and suggested to her that she should first send a warning letter and then destroy the church headquarters.

If the kings are so worried that the palace will be destroyed, they will inevitably cancel their faith obediently. This is just a means for them to strengthen their rule. After all, even the nothingness is gone now, so why do they need those guys who don't pay taxes?

"The Lord had anticipated this disaster a long time ago, but it was just in advance. The ark had already been built, and what we did was hide it."

Alison repeated what she heard in a serious manner, then looked at Medea and said, "This is what a believer said before he died. I told him that there is no need to die, as long as you don't preach."

"Then he said it hurt his heart. I pulled out the knife and he died."

Medea's face tensed up when she heard this. She looked at Alison for a long time before saying, "Are you contaminated?"

"No, I'm normal." Alison shook her head.

"Then those churches are so far away from you, why are you crazy enough to destroy them?" Medea asked in disbelief.

"Is there any problem?" Alison frowned upon hearing this, "You said you can't get down from the top."

"When did I say that they are not united?" Medea said in fear.

"It doesn't matter. After you solve the problem here, we will leave. Do you still care about this?" Alison took out an apple from the space. "This is not your character."

"The problem is that if you destroy all the churches, how do you let the people behind you advance? Without Orthodoxy, which one of the demon minions who advance will provide the bishop's head and tickets, and which one will provide the believers?"

Medea was going crazy at this time. She grabbed her hair and said, "We will be beaten to death in hell."

"Who told them to wait for tickets in different stages?" Alison said, looking at her golden high-end tickets, "I have to work hard."

"Yes! You are doing this just to increase the ticket price. Just say this when you meet a lady." Medea's eyes lit up when she heard this, "But don't say what I warned you."

"Don't worry, I won't do it." Alison smiled after hearing this, and then said silently, "But if I make such a big noise, I'm not as powerful as you, senior sister. This Anglo is almost becoming a place of melee."

"Our concerns are indeed different." Medea shook her head slightly after hearing this, "Let's go, help me get the tickets."

Alison nodded after hearing this and followed Medea out.

On the road, groups of soldiers saluted Medea, and the fallen priest of the God of Shallow Water followed them. They went straight to the cathedral of the God of Shallow Water, and the streets were actually littered with garbage.

The city is in half ruins.

Not far away, the child who had lost her family was crying. The old woman beside her hurriedly covered her mouth and told her not to be so sad.

Eyes appeared in the house, silently looking at the relatives of the arrested men and women in the team. The ground was in a mess, and there were burnt houses smoking.

No one spoke in the procession on the road, and the smell of sadness continued to float in the air until they arrived at the cathedral.

In the end, the caretaker who stayed behind stumbled away, leaving only an old woman standing there. She was wearing a moon-white divine robe, looking at Medea and Alison.

"She has given up resistance and everyone has fled. It will be the same if I don't come." Alison looked at the old woman and said to Medea, "You do it, I will help you hold back the battle."

"Strange, there were magic arrays and elite soldiers before." Medea frowned, and then stepped forward.

"The clergy have dispersed, and there will be no more believers in the future. Your goal has been achieved." The old woman looked at a few people, "As the archbishop here, I want to hang him."

"Are you giving up resistance?" Medea looked at the old woman, waved her arm, and the knife fell from the sky, directly cutting her into two pieces.

"There are no beams in this place, so we'll make do with it."

Medea looked at the painful old woman, smiled, and looked at the cards formed in her hands, "Silver Intermediate, not bad."
Chapter completed!