"Just look out the window when the ti cos."
Those were the last words from that person.
Ned didn’t understand at all, but since this was the ssenger sent by the Goddess, the aura couldn’t be fake.
So Ned chose to believe.
That’s why he hesitated to put down the red tea in his hand.
Because he was waiting for a miracle.
Then, the miracle happened.
Outside the window, far in the distant sky, an extraordinarily magnificent light shone brightly.
That light finally seed to converge into a humanoid shape.
The figure looked like an ascetic monk, yet also resembled an unfathomable Saint.
Saint Kuanti.
For reasons unknown, upon seeing this figure, Ned naturally made a judgnt and his anxious heart was eased.
This was indeed narrowly avoiding disaster.
The person was right, just looking out the window was enough.
But, how did he do it?
"Your red tea is nice, I’ll co again if there’s a chance. Goodbye."
Solomon glanced out the window, squinted then looked at Ned, and left.
Ned escorted him all the way to the door.
Solomon no longer paid him any mind and directly issued an order for everyone to head to Sandro’s seaside castle.
As for himself, he suddenly soared into the sky and teleported a few tis to disappear into the horizon.
Not only Ned and Solomon saw the miraculous spectacle in the sky, Marvin also witnessed it.
Marvin pressed Ned’s deputy, Jed, out the door; everything went relatively smoothly.
Because Jed did not struggle or resist, he just kept laughing, as if mocking their presumptuousness.
Marvin was displeased; he really wanted to hit him a few tis, but then he saw the miraculous spectacle in the sky.
The Saint’s arrival.
He had also seen Saint Kuanti’s information, naturally making a judgnt imdiately.
Then, he realized sothing.
Albertine was gone.
The mont this thought arose, the screeching sound of car tires rapidly scraping the ground echoed in his ears.
Albertine, that idiot!
"I’ll take him back, you two go after Albertine."
After going through so much, he’s still so reckless.
Is that sothing you can ddle with?
Marvin’s head ached, but he still sent two subordinates to chase Albertine.
Albertine’s car had already sped far ahead.
What he didn’t notice was that a car was quietly following behind his.
If it were his usual vigilance, he definitely wouldn’t miss this tail.
But today, his entire focus was on that seaside castle.
This was the core achievent.
What did catching a Jed count for?
Another corner, he stomped the accelerator again, wanting to reach the destination as fast as possible.
However, the next mont, the front tires of his car suddenly seed to be stuck on sothing, causing the whole vehicle to lose control and crash into a roadside hydrant.
He tried to open the car door to escape, but found it inexplicably locked by so unknown force.
"Boom—"
Without any surprise, the vehicle directly crashed into the roadside hydrant.
The hydrant burst, water sprayed recklessly, while Albertine was thrown out, shattering the glass, and hit heavily against the wall of the building next to him, making it hard for him to get up.
He struggled painfully, trying to stand up against the wall, while reaching for the gun at his back.
However, the next mont, a powerful large hand pinched his neck.
"Albertine, Ethan sends his regards."
Vincent?!
Ethan?!
How could it be?!
This was the last thought in Albertine’s life.
All his grand plans, and soon-to-achieve great success, were shattered along with his overly clever mind.
————
Ti resud normally.
At Sandro’s seaside castle.
The final showdown unfolded.
Ethan revealed infinite Holy Light, simultaneously commanding the people in the hall.
"Look at !"
Irresistibly, everyone turned their heads, and what they saw was...
The proof of faith crashing like a wild wave.
As a result, their spiritual world collapsed.
Reflected in reality, the most obvious sign was...
Sandro, almost unscathed originally, found that every part of him that had been hit or injured showed doubled scars.
His nostrils were cracked, his skull was pierced, and his ears were torn off.
And among them, naturally, was the heavy punch from Klei’s silver brass knuckles.
Sandro instantly fell to the ground severely injured, yet even like this, he still used the scimitar in his hand to support himself.
This man, who had dominated Wenster for decades, refused to fall or kneel even at this mont.
"Why..."
His broken mouth let out a hiss like a forge bellows.
He was no longer confident of victory; he faced matters completely beyond his control.
"It’s simple, because I’ve already seen through your true na."
Ethan stared into Sandro’s eyes and casually spoke an answer that Sandro could never accept.
"Impossible..."
Normally, it would be entirely impossible.
Because Sandro hid well, even the Eye of Truth couldn’t learn the second true na of the Destruction God, let alone its characteristics or weaknesses.
Unfortunately...
Unfortunately, Ethan possessed the ’True God’s Na,’ and he didn’t know Ethan had help from a genius among geniuses.
Gustav.
That near-monster-like academic madman, who deduced three subsequent true nas just from the characteristics of the Destruction God’s first two true nas.
Destruction God’s True Na Third Underground Baron, Destruction God’s True Na Fourth Saint Candidate, and Destruction God’s True Na Fifth—Underworld Saint!
"Destruction God’s True Na Fifth, Underworld Saint
...
Ability Two: Martyr’s Body, transferring most of the damage suffered to the nearest follower.
Weakness: The faith power of this phase’s Underworld Saint is insufficient; if his follower’s faith can be broken through, all the backlash will be doubled upon himself."
This was the origin of Ethan’s entire strategy.
"You can’t escape, Ethan..."
Sandro laughed, blood continuously flowing from his body all over.
"I’m not planning to escape, Sandro. My aim is simply for you to die."
Ethan clenched his fist, the silver brass knuckles from Klei shining brilliantly.
"Go to Hell and apologize to Klei!"
A punch.
This punch left Sandro completely unable to defend, as Ethan directly hit his face.
Then another punch, and another.
Until...
Sandro was completely unrecognizable.
Yet his sword still supported him, not letting go.
He refused to fall, even upon death.
Ethan didn’t humiliate him further; he just took off the brass knuckles and stared intently.
"Klei, see that? I did it. Your spirit can rest in peace."
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