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After Huo Chao all those years ago, Jiang Ci had become the second person to fight his way into the Holy Relic White Tower in an attempt to assassinate the Pope.

“Damn it, the barrier wasn’t broken! How the hell did he get in?!!”

At that moment, Mandela’s face was so gloomy it looked as if it could drip ink. Because the Church’s army had already suffered heavy losses on Holy Dew Planet, nearly all remaining forces, including most of the Holy Relic White Tower’s internal garrison, had been dispatched for the invasion of the Capital. Everyone had believed that as long as the defensive barrier was active, no one could possibly break in.

This meant that the guard force inside the White Tower was now at its weakest point in history, with only Mandela and one or two other bishops possessing any real strength.

“Elder Mandela, all the guards and disciple sentries have been deployed, but it seems they can’t stop him.”

The man’s expression turned utterly foul.

“Fuck it, how can a mere omega…”

It was common knowledge that omegas were naturally frail and delicate, like flowers raised in a greenhouse. Huo Chao had been able to slaughter his way to the top because he was an S-class alpha, the strongest human warrior the Illusory God Church had poured all its resources into creating.

It was only natural that the Son of God was invincible and unstoppable.

But Jiang Ci was an omega. In the eyes of the Illusory God Church, he was just like Bai Min—aside from being a breeding tool, he was a weakness they could use to manipulate and attack Pei Changyun and Zhou Jiuya.

That was why, when they first heard Jiang Ci had been born and survived, the Church’s greatest fury wasn’t directed at his survival, but at the discovery that He Qichu, who had escaped them, was still alive. Consequently, the Church’s first priority hadn’t been to kill Jiang Ci, but to kill He Qichu’s entire family at any cost. Similarly, during the later kidnapping incident, the Pope’s order had been to keep Jiang Ci alive.

—Because they still needed that weakness.

After all, apart from reproduction, omegas couldn’t do anything else. And Jiang Ci’s identity, his existence as someone so many people wanted to protect, made him the perfect target for the Illusory God Church to aim at.

But now, no one had ever imagined that an omega, who had only ever been seen as a weakness and a breeding tool, would not only breach the so-called “absolute defense” of the outer barrier but would also, just like Huo Chao before him, dare to kill his way up the Holy Relic White Tower, with no one able to stop him?!!

It was simply preposterous!

For the Illusory God Church, being invaded by an omega they couldn’t stop was a colossal joke, and the ultimate humiliation!

At that moment, the muscles in Mandela’s face were twitching uncontrollably.

“Pei Changyun’s death is now imminent, the Zerg King is under our control, and a single Zhou Jiuya is nothing to fear…”

He stared down from his high vantage point, his cold gaze fixed on Jiang Ci below and every word he spoke was steeped in bloodlust.

“There’s no need to keep Jiang Jinsheng’s son alive.”

However, just as Mandela was preparing to intervene personally, a disciple ran over in a panic.

“E-Elder Mandela, it seems Archbishop Leinster is still inside the White Tower.”

“What—?!” Mandela exclaimed, his face turning grim. “Shouldn’t he be outside commanding the battle at a time like this?!”

“I-I don’t know…” the disciple stammered. “While checking the surveillance, someone said they saw Lord Leinster… he seemed to be heading for the Discipline Hall.”

“That motherfucker @#!”

Mandela immediately tried to contact Leinster, only to find the call blocked. He cursed, then spun around and strode briskly toward the Discipline Hall.

“Tell the people at the Stigmata Research Institute to release that woman, Cecilia, first. Everyone, at any and all costs, is to kill the intruder!”

“Yes, sir!”

At this moment, the interior of the Holy Relic White Tower was a scene of chaos and bloodshed. A crowd of disciples trembled, staring down at the mangled corpses strewn across the floor below and the thought of escape begun to sprout in their minds.

The scene was terrifyingly similar to when Lord Huo Chao had fought his way up. But this terrifying omega intruder was also reminiscent of the clone who had broken out of prison and injured the Pope two months ago.

No one could stop him.

“This guy… is he really an omega?”

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“Even Lady Cecilia couldn’t possibly…”

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“Even if the Saintess’ genes were superior, wasn’t Jiang Jinsheng just a B-class alpha? How could…”

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Jiang Ci lifted his cold gaze and his vibrant eyes so dark they almost seemed to be dripping blood. Half his body was soaked red, as if he had literally fought his way out of Hell.

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Just then, Jiang Ci suddenly sensed a signal of extreme danger. He whipped around and raising his blade to block.

CLANG—!

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Then, from within the spray of blood that erupted where the blade had struck, a figure slowly emerged. The strange, grotesque form shifted in his vision from a distorted blur into focus, gradually reflecting in Jiang Ci’s pupils.

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Jiang Ci froze, his throat feeling as if it were completely blocked. He could only force out a breathy whisper.

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She shrieked in agony, the sound barely resembling a human voice, so piercing that even the disciples standing far away couldn’t help but cover their ears.

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In the next second, Cecilia literally tore off a large chunk of her own flesh to break free from the knife, lunging at Jiang Ci like a creature from a horror film.

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Cecilia’s body was already a spent force. She was merely a puppet, forcibly controlled by the Holy Stigmata. Her attacks had no technique to speak of; she was like a maddened, grievously wounded beast, capable only of the most primitive lunges and bites. So, it came as no surprise that Jiang Ci suppressed her right from the very beginning.

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“This, this can’t last much—”

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THUD—

A body collapsed to the floor.

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She finally understood why Bai Min had been in such agony, refusing to compromise even in the face of death, when Cecilia had pleaded with her to just stay in the Illusory God Church to survive.

So this was what it felt like… to have one’s fate controlled by others, to be hurt and manipulated at their mere whim…

It was a fate worse than death…

Cecilia finally understood—

Bai Min was able to become the Saintess and held such a high status. It had seemed as though she and Huo Chao were the Pope’s beloved children. But that had only been because she was an S-class omega, nothing more than a breeding tool.

The moment Bai Min bonded with Jiang Jinsheng, her role as that tool was gone, and so she was destined to die. The Holy Stigmata the Pope had injected into her at the time had been nothing more than… deliberate torture. The more she tried to escape, the more she was to be captured and tightly bound.

The Pope had deliberately used such a brutal and cruel method as a warning, a threat, and a declaration of his own unshakeable authority.

Cecilia suddenly understood—

The moment the Holy Stigmata was injected, Bai Min’s body had become a cage for Jiang Ci. The only way she could escape, the only way to free herself and her child, was to die.

Tap.

Jiang Ci walked toward Cecilia, his steps treading on the blood-soaked floor. He saw her body convulsing and great mouthfuls of blood poured down from her nose and mouth. But her pink eyes were looking at him, and she called out indistinctly.

“Ci …”

Jiang Ci closed his eyes and knelt beside her.

“Yes.”

But as he listened closely to what she was saying, he realized Cecilia wasn’t calling his name.

“Minmin said… said that porcelain isn’t fragile and weak… something to be locked in a display case… a beautiful craft to be admired…”

[Minmin, why do you love porcelain so much?]

Cecilia had never understood it before. Many omegas loved beautiful, precious gems, pearls, and crystals; they were so much more beautiful and valuable than pottery fired from clay.

Bai Min’s answer back then had stayed with her for a long, long time. And now, she was repeating those words to Bai Min’s child.

[It must be fired at high temperatures for a very, very long time to be forged into its most beautiful form.]

“It must be… fired for a long, long time… to be forged… into its most beautiful form…”

[My A-Ci will be like that one day.]

“A-Ci one day… will also be like that…”

“…”

Jiang Ci froze.

So that’s what it meant.

So his name was such a beautiful wish.

Just then, Cecilia’s eyes were blurred by blood and tears. In her hazy vision, it seemed as if Jiang Ci’s face had become that of her beloved Saintess. She wanted to reach out and touch her face, but she couldn’t.

“Minmin… Minmin, Lia misses you so much…”

Tears mixed with the blood, and large, pink teardrops fell from the corners of her eyes.

“I’m coming… I’m coming to see you soon…”

Jiang Ci closed his eyes and slowly raised the long spear, Bright Moon.

“I’m sorry… but it won’t hurt for much longer.”

Finally, with the weapon that had once belonged to his mother, Jiang Ci ended Cecilia’s suffering.

She, too, could only find her release in death.