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Chapter 267 A Day Unimaginable to Believers

Alice looked out the car window. The Holy City offered no resistance. The gunfire had gradually subsided, and the Amelansi troops had begun to maintain order. The surviving citizens of the Holy City looked at the soldiers in olive-green uniforms with curiosity and fear, and they did what they did best—prayer.

Soldiers in olive-green uniforms lined the streets, while surrendered Holy Army soldiers stood aside, holding wooden sticks to maintain order. The demons had descended, which seemed unreal to many. Even more unreal was that the demons had already ravaged the Holy City, and the goddess had not protected her people as in mythology.

Some people simply turned to dealing with the demons. These well-informed merchants knew, or had just learned, that the demons the church portrayed were actually fake and illusory.

In reality, demons are just humans who look slightly different, or at least that's what they say. They are no different from humans and have no power bestowed by hell.

But when people saw the demon soldiers stepping onto the cathedral steps, and even the legendary Demon King appear there, some were furious, some collapsed, but most just prayed silently and watched silently. It was the first time they had seen the Demon King, and the first time they knew that the Demon King was not some fanged monster that would drain people dry, nor was he some three-headed, six-armed monster. This was the first time people had seen the so-called "Demon King".

They only saw a white-haired little girl, taking short steps up the steps of the cathedral. Her pure white, smooth hair fell down, and she wore a simple pure white dress and a sky-blue shawl. She carried an old olive-green handbag. The sky was unusually clear, and the sunlight shone on her, as if a holy god had descended.

If it weren't for the demon soldiers around, everyone would have thought it was a saintess walking up the steps of the cathedral.

But the next second, the white-haired loli spread her wings, the pure black bat wings seeming to mock the church. She held a drawn command sword in one hand and a pistol in the other, and walked towards the cathedral.

The appearance of the "Demon Queen" caused people to whisper among themselves. Some stared at her back for a long time, while others sized up the demon soldiers. There was no desire to kill or covetousness in the soldiers' eyes. All people saw were tired but determined faces.

"On October 3, 662, the Amelansi troops captured the Holy City. The troops obeyed orders and did not loot, kill, or enter houses. Instead, they helped the people of the city rebuild their homes, repair the infrastructure, and set up relief and medical facilities."

Alice didn't think about any of that. She walked to the front of the cathedral, a place she knew intimately. At that moment, her heart pounded with a sense of triumphant satisfaction. Soldiers lined up on both sides saluted her and opened the doors for her.

Inside the hall, a group of people were kneeling in prayer. A bishop stumbled in and was stopped by soldiers. He looked at Alice with trembling eyes.

"Your Excellency, I beg you, may we complete this final prayer...?"

Alice laughed out loud. At a time like this, she actually had the interest to pray? She nodded. She used to despise such activities and had never participated in them before, but now she suddenly found herself interested.

She found a wooden bench and sat down, watching the ceremony. She leaned against the bench, watching the goddess statue, watching it being sprinkled with holy water, watching it surrounded by the prayers of the crowd, watching it—shining.

Wait, does the statue of Goddess glow?

Alice stood up, and the soldiers raised their rifles, pointing them at the statue.

"Goddess, your lowly sinner begs for your descent to cleanse evil! To cleanse the demons of hell!"

Alice stared in disbelief at the golden phantom. The light coalesced into the image of a woman. Soldiers raised their rifles. Alice saw the bishop. She recognized him. It was the bishop who had once opposed her, Bishop Allenpar, the most ruthless bishop who had secretly coerced countless women.

"And who are you again...?"

Alice was truly shocked when the "goddess" spoke in a language, because that sentence was spoken in Chinese.

"......Ninghao, the great goddess Ni Shen Daren!"

Alice couldn't help but laugh as she watched the archbishop speaking haltingly in Chinese.

"Why are you laughing? You're about to die, you demon!"

Alice smiled, then spoke in fluent Chinese: "They call you a goddess, but what exactly are you?"

The "goddess" glanced at Alice: "I am an intelligent consciousness generated by the iteration of the Nanobot Matrix-01 system. Human, you can call me—Gray Wind."

"I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before?"

"Search complete. Name source—Human Entertainment Program—[Data Corruption]."

Why do they call you a god?

"To the natives, beings like myself are close to gods. This machine, relying on the planet's calculation system, can fulfill any wish requested by these natives. Six hundred years ago, the native humans discovered the machine's access point here and subsequently built this settlement."

Everyone was stunned by the smooth conversation between the "Demon King" and the "Goddess." The Goddess even seemed to be quite happy. The atmosphere between the two didn't seem tense; rather, it was like they had hit it off immediately.

"One last question, what is your... purpose?"

"The purpose of this machine is very simple. Please come forward, human. You have full authorization to obtain authentication."

Alice looked at the "Gray Wind," and as she stepped forward, the golden, illusory figure reached out its hand to her, and then a burst of golden light shone forth.

"Ahhhhhh... Goddess above me..."

A golden halo appeared above Alice's head. If Alicia saw it, she would know it was the so-called "Crown of Destruction." If Raffarin saw it, she would say it was the "Authorization Controller."

But in any case, to believers, it is the halo of an angel, radiating a holy golden light and exuding unquestionable divine power.

In disbelief, people knelt down. Demon king and angel, two completely unrelated terms, had appeared in the same person. The believers were speechless, shouting something incoherently.

"Permission transfer successful. Execution authenticator: Raffarin Low, transfer recipient: Alice Delalaye."

"【Engraving】System complete, transfer permissions/UN control authentication permissions - Level 8/"

"Administrator account setup complete. Welcome, volunteer. Earth awaits your return."

"Rebooting object consciousness - command access, executing deep sleep command - complete."

A halo floated above Alice's head, her wings spread, but the pure white figure was already asleep. She knelt on the ground, fast asleep. Two figures rushed in, and the demon soldiers looked closely and realized that they were the vice president and the former empress.

"Is she okay?"

“It’s alright, she’s in a deep sleep—prepare the hibernation pod for me.”

"Received, executor. This machine is printing. Inquiry: Task A-1, when to execute?"

"Prepare the base for me; we'll be there within a week."

"The answer is acceptable."

"Move your access point to the new operations base, Graywind."

"Instruction received, under evaluation - acceptable, being executed."

The radiance of the "goddess" dimmed, leaving only the pure white "angel." Alicia picked up Alice. There weren't many people in the church, and not many would survive.

"Lavinia, we've reached an agreement."

"Yes, if what you say is true, then I will carry out your mission for Alice. But remember, if I find out that you have harmed her, then today's scene will be repeated on you."

The head of the secret intelligence agency led a small team of fully armed soldiers, dressed in black masks, helmets, leotards, and vests. This was the Zero Squad of the Special Operations Strategic Force, the secret intelligence agency's assassins, the Death Execution Squad, who had only appeared in legends in Amelansi before, but the soldiers had actually seen them.

The doors were closed, silenced MP5 submachine guns and PPK pistols were loaded, and the sound of subsonic bullets echoed in the cathedral. Except for a few soldiers, all the church personnel still in the cathedral were massacred.

Lavinia stood in the middle of the pool of blood, watching Raffarin Lowe, who was holding Alice, disappear into the corner. She looked back at the disarmed soldiers who were gathered together.

"I'll give you two choices: join the Secret Intelligence Service, or be like them."

No one chose to die. Lavinia casually tossed her cigarette butt into the pool of blood and led her people away from the cathedral.