With the Pope's death, Maggie's ears were immediately filled with a piercing scream, forcing her to cover them.
Even so, she still managed to remove the forbidden spell effect of 'Reversing Life and Death'.
His grayish-white pupils turned back to pale gold, making him look more human.
That incident just now accelerated her transformation into an undead. Now, half of her body has turned grayish-white, making her indistinguishable from a dead person.
Even if the forbidden spell is removed, this thing is irreversible.
It can only be said that the undead transformation has finally stopped, but she has also become a half-human, half-undead state.
Maggie was in no better shape than the dead pope. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her knees buckled, causing her to kneel on the ground. If the pope hadn't fallen straight back to the ground, she would have looked as if she were bowing to heaven and earth with him.
She clutched her heart in one hand, blood dripping from between her fingers, but Maggie couldn't feel any warmth, because her hand was essentially useless.
Dead limbs cannot feel temperature.
Her other hand was limply covering her ears; the screams didn't come from the environment, but from inside her mind.
Maggie didn't know how much time had passed, but finally the piercing screams began to dissipate and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, many gentle, girlish voices came through, thanking her one after another.
In her mind, many girls dressed in the same saintly robes as her appeared, hundreds of thin and frail figures, all of whom looked very young, even childish.
Some of her younger friends even gave her sweet smiles.
"Thank you."
"Finally... I'm free."
"it's all over...."
The sounds gradually faded and disappeared from Maggie's ears; they left one by one, a departure she could not stop.
Just like when the original owner left, she was always powerless to stop it.
Maggie listened in a daze. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
Should we offer comfort?
I should still feel sorry for them...
Should we still celebrate for them?
All the words stuck in my throat, and all the joy of victory was gone.
Of course she knew who these girls were—they were...like her.
They were thanking her, but the people who should be thanking her were her, these former saints, who had killed the Pope with their own hands, not her.
She is the only one who was saved and is alive.
Maggie stared blankly at the heart in her hand. Although she had no feeling in half of her body, she didn't care at all. She just knelt there silently, motionless.
She knew she had to stand up now; there were still many things outside that needed her to do.
There are still many problems that haven't been solved.
But she didn't want to do anything, and even masochistically wondered if they wouldn't have completely disappeared if she hadn't killed the Pope...
Those terrifying and shrill screams all came from them.
Since the Pope is dead, they can no longer exist; they can no longer even continue as spirits. The only way out is to disappear.
Does she have any other way to save them?
Was there a better option? Was killing the Pope a rash decision...?
Her mind was a mess; people always tend to romanticize the paths they have no other choice, and that's exactly what Maggie is doing now.
She made countless assumptions, but what lay before her was the fact that it had already happened.
Just as Maggie was immersed in her sadness, the remnant of the God of Light suddenly spoke.
"Don't be sad."
His voice also carried complex emotions; even a god would be moved by the battle he had just witnessed.
Maggie snapped out of her daze, and it took her a while to realize that the remnant of the God of Light was comforting her.
She turned her head and finally looked at him directly for the first time after the afterimage appeared.
"...Thank you."
The atmosphere between the human and the god was strangely awkward. Maggie remained silent for a long time before stiffly uttering two words.
After a brief exchange, the atmosphere fell silent again.
The remnant of the God of Light looked at Maggie, at the emptiness and numbness in her eyes, and ultimately said nothing, simply staying quietly with Maggie for a while.
Until a figure rushed into the top of the church with lightning speed and wrapped Maggie in a cloak.
When the remnant of the God of Light saw the newcomer's appearance and sensed his aura, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, because this person exuded the same aura as the God of Darkness, only much weaker than before.
However, perhaps because what had just happened was too shocking, he had gotten used to it and didn't show much reaction.
Even if the God of Darkness weakens, even if the God of Darkness appears in his temple, it is not surprising.
After all, in his view, the human race was nothing special, with the half-undead saintess fighting a bloody battle against the undead pope.
This terrible world.
As he was thinking, his gaze swept across the doorway, and then a large group of people poured in. He looked at them one by one, and his feelings could no longer be described as shock; his eyes were even more numb than Maggie's.
They were all old acquaintances; we almost managed to get them all together.
There's even a version of myself inside.
Indeed, Harlan, overwhelmed with worry, also rushed to the top of the church, where he came face to face with the soon-to-disappear remnant of the God of Light.
The atmosphere between the real body and the afterimage was unusually subtle, but only they could sense it.
Everyone else was focused on the almost completely undead Pope's corpse and the Holy Maiden of Light, who was wrapped up tightly.
Ford walked in and saw the first thing that made him faint; he almost passed out. It was only thanks to Yarlin's quick thinking that he was able to catch him and prevent him from falling.
Perkin stayed right next to Maggie, holding her completely in his arms, not caring whether others would see.
The moment he entered, he sensed something was wrong with Maggie.
It was almost an instinctive action of his to completely conceal all of Maggie's abnormalities, so that no one else could discover them.
He was right. At such close range, he could feel the intense aura of death emanating from Maggie. Anyone else who got close would have felt it too.
Although I don't know what Maggie did to get herself into this state, what I need to do now is protect her.
Nesser exchanged a glance with Perkin across the distance. The two had worked together for a long time and had developed a certain tacit understanding. They immediately understood that Maggie was not someone to be seen in public right now.
Finally, Father Barton, who had been absent all along, arrived late. The crowd blocking the entrance to the stairs made way for him to stroll in.
From afar, Father Barton finally saw the god he so fervently believed in, standing not far from the Pope's corpse.
There is also the Holy Maiden of Light who is being protected.
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