Just as Fang Li and his group left, and Academy City's mechanized forces and the Roman Orthodox Church's magic forces were being escorted away.
A man appeared before Leftover Land's corpse.
"Drip..."
As though the last drop of blood had drained away, a crimson droplet fell from Leftover Land's body. Then, everything fell completely silent, and the pool of blood beneath him stopped spreading.
Rearguard Water looked at Leftover Land, lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, his face full of terror and despair even in death, and fell silent.
After a long while, Rearguard Water took a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"Is that Rearguard Water?"
A mature, steady voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.
That voice belonged to the Roman Pope.
Facing that voice, Rearguard Water spoke blandly.
"Leftover Land is dead."
Those words made the Roman Pope fall silent.
Rearguard Water said nothing further, merely waiting quietly for the Pope's response.
After a long time, the Pope's sigh finally sounded from the other end of the phone.
"It seems our Lord enjoys bestowing trials upon us."
Before the war had even begun, God's Right Seat—the Roman Orthodox Church's greatest Dark Department organization and Christianity's Ultimate Weapon—had already lost one of its wings.
That was not a loss that could be brushed aside as a mere trial.
Yet Rearguard Water was exceptionally cold.
"Even if he hadn't been killed, I would have dealt with Leftover Land myself."
It was a decision that brooked no argument.
"Anyone who can use children as materials for adjusting a spell has no right to call himself a servant of the Lord."
With those merciless words, Rearguard Water declared it.
Though the Pope remained silent, he agreed with Rearguard Water inwardly.
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