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the other side,

Mugino Shizuri and the wind in front of him clung to him like conjoined twins, their four youthful and beautiful bodies enveloping him in an extremely intimate manner.

After a night of "team activities," the relationships between the queens underwent a subtle change.

The initial hostility was replaced by a wonderful camaraderie as they served the same master together.

Mugino Shizuri no longer simply provokes Misaka Mikoto, but instead uses her fiery body to help her get into the zone faster.

Meanwhile, Misaki Shokuhou also set aside her queenly reserve and, under the gentle guidance of her senior, Kaori Kanzaki, gradually learned how to use her spiritual power to amplify the pleasure of her senses.

As for the newly joined Windward Frontier, they have been completely overrun by the "Seed of Loyalty".

The way she looked at Su Hui was more devout than the most fervent believer. Last night, she even took the initiative to cooperate with Kanzaki Kaori, staging a "Saintess Duet" that Su Hui was quite satisfied with.

Just as Su Hui was enjoying this moment of morning tenderness, Aleister's message arrived, contacting Su Hui.

"Master, your declaration last night has caused a great stir in the outside world. All the major magical forces are urgently investigating your information."

"only,"

Aleister paused, then continued, "According to intelligence analysis, the Roman Catholic Church doesn't seem to have fully taken your warning to heart. They believe you are merely a secret weapon hidden within Academy City, not invincible, and not enough to change the entire world order."

"is it?"

A cold glint flashed in Su Hui's eyes. "It seems one warning wasn't enough. They still want to send people to their deaths?"

"Their next target is not Academy City, but the Master."

Aleister passed a new intelligence file to Su Hui.

"In Avignon, France, a magical artifact capable of altering historical records has appeared—the 'C Document'. The other 'Right Seat of God' of the Roman Catholic Church, the Water Behind, and the 'Necessary Evil Church' of the English Puritans have both become involved."

"Document C?"

"Yes, a strategic artifact capable of distorting the concept of 'ownership.' Obtaining it is equivalent to legally owning the entire country of France. The Roman Catholic Church wants to use it to annex France without bloodshed, as a bridgehead against the British Puritans and Academy City."

"Is this so..."

A playful smile curved Su Hui's lips as he made his decision.

"Since they won't behave, let's beat them until they do. Since we happen to run into them, let's just take over the research on document C."

Su Hui's fingertips gently traced across Misaki Shokuhou's smooth back, causing the girl to tremble unconsciously.

This was not to stop a Roman Catholic conspiracy, nor to help the English Puritans.

He was simply interested in the toy that could distort "ownership".

as well as,

Let those self-righteous magicians understand more deeply what fear truly means.

Who's coming with me this time?

Su Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every girl.

Almost instantly, several pairs of eyes, some hazy and some clear, all turned to look at him.

"Master, take me there!"

Mugino Shizuri was the first to sit up, her naked body radiating an astonishing allure in the morning light. She licked her lips and said excitedly, "I promise I'll twist that 'Water from the Rear's' head off so you can use it as a football!"

"Hmph, violent maniac."

Misaka Mikoto sat up, pulled the blanket over her chest, blushed, and said softly but firmly, "I can fight too."

"Master~"

Misaki Shokuhou, in her cloyingly sweet voice, pressed her voluptuous body tightly against Su Hui's back, saying, "If you take me with you, maybe we can solve the problem without bloodshed~"

Su Hui smiled, his gaze finally settling on Kanzaki Kaori and the Wind in front of him, who were already dressed and standing respectfully by the bedside.

“Kanzaki, you are more familiar with the Anglican Church and the forces there, so come along and be my guide.”

"Yes, Master."

Kanzaki Kaori bowed and accepted the order.

"As for you..."

Su Hui turned his gaze to the wind ahead, "This is a good opportunity for you to meet your old colleagues and give them my regards."

The wind in front of him trembled slightly, then without hesitation knelt on one knee and reverently kissed Su Hui's fingertips that were hanging by the bedside:

"I will obey your will, my God."

Seeing this, Mugino Shizuri curled her lips, Misaka Mikoto's eyes flashed with a complicated look, while Shokuhou Misaki seemed to be deep in thought.

They all understood that Su Hui's every choice was driven by a clear purpose.

This is a demonstration against the Roman Catholic Church.

……

179. Amakusa style, Gowa [3k]

A few days later, in Avignon, France.

This ancient papal city is currently shrouded in an invisible dark cloud. The air is filled with magical dust invisible to the naked eye, the streets are sparsely populated, and the occasional local resident who does pass by carries a hint of fear and unease on their face, as if some calamity is about to befall them.

A spatial ripple spread across the square in front of the Papal Palace, the city's most famous historical site, and Su Hui's figure strolled out from it.

He was still wearing that casual bathrobe, his hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as a tourist who had just woken up.

Following closely behind were Kanzaki Kaori and the wind ahead.

Kanzaki Kaori changed into a black, form-fitting combat suit that allowed for easy movement, perfectly outlining her saintly figure. Her high ponytail swayed gently with her steps.

Meanwhile, Feng Qianqian, dressed in a simple gray robe, followed half a step behind Su Hui with her head bowed and eyes lowered. Her once arrogant face was now filled with piety and obedience. The iron chain piercing her tongue made a faint metallic clanging sound as she walked, becoming a humble footnote to her new identity.

“Master, this is the location of the ‘C document’, the Papal Palace in Avignon.”

Kanzaki Kaori stepped aside and explained, "According to intelligence, the Roman Catholic Church is attempting to use this spiritual garment to tamper with the Bible's account of 'ownership,' thereby legally taking control of the entire France and even influencing the power structure of the entire Christian world."

"A spirit garment with distorted concepts, huh? Interesting."

Su Hui's gaze swept over the magnificent Gothic building, and he could sense a vast and complex magical power emanating from it. "Do all the Right Seats of God like to do this kind of fancy stuff? I'm more looking forward to seeing how many of them came this time."

Upon hearing this, the wind in front of him trembled slightly and bowed respectfully, saying:

“Master, the Water Behind has a power attribute that is completely different from ours. He is the only one who possesses both the characteristics of ‘Right Seat of God’ and ‘Saint’. However, with your strength, dealing with them would be a piece of cake.”

Her tone was respectful, and she clearly had great confidence in Su Hui.

Su Hui glanced at her but said nothing.

Just then, a violent magical explosion came from the nearby streets, accompanied by the sound of buildings collapsing and people's screams.

"It seems a fight has already broken out."

Su Hui looked in the direction of the sound and strode toward the battlefield.

The battle took place on a narrow, ancient street.

On one side were dozens of Roman Catholic magicians dressed in white monk robes and holding various crosses and other spiritual implements. They laid out layers upon layers of spells, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Surrounded in the center were a group of young people dressed in unusual oriental clothing.

There were about fifty of them, led by a young man with short, dyed blonde hair and a rapier, who was struggling to hold on.

"Amakusa-style Cross-Cultural Religion..."

Kanzaki Kaori recognized the group of people and frowned slightly. "They are my... old subordinates."

The Amakusa-style group is in a precarious situation.

Their tactics are flexible and varied, and they excel at winning against the odds. However, faced with the overwhelming numerical and power advantage of the Roman Catholic Church, their defenses are being gradually eroded.

"Jiangong! We can't hold on much longer!"

One of the members, panting, shouted to the blond youth in the lead after repelling an attack.

"Hold on a little longer!"

The acting pope, whose name was Jian Gongzhai, gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the leisurely figure standing behind the Roman Catholic camp.

He was a tall, muscular man.

He was wearing a blue work uniform, his waist-length blue hair was casually tied back, and he had a lazy yet confident expression on his face.

He simply stood there, exuding an aura of imposing grandeur.

The Roman Orthodox Church's "Right Seat of God"—the Water Behind.

"Give up, you remnants of the Amakusa school."

The voice from behind was calm yet contained an irresistible power: "'The C Document' is not something you can touch. Out of respect for Kanzaki Kaori, I originally did not intend to kill her."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Jian Gongzhai roared angrily, about to charge again.

Finally, the water behind him lost his patience and slowly raised his hand.

"In that case, let me show you the mercy of the Holy Mother."

The moment he finished speaking, the stone slab beneath his feet suddenly liquefied, and a surging torrent of water shot into the sky, transforming into a gigantic water war hammer tens of meters long, which, with immense force, crashed down on the Amakusa-style group!

The magic contained in that attack was enough to level the entire street. Despair was evident on the faces of the Amakusa-style members.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the Amakusa-style group.

Su Hui remained as relaxed as ever, hands in his pockets. He didn't even look up at the sky-covering water war hammer; he simply raised his right hand casually.

"boom--!!!"

The massive warhammer, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck his palm as if it had crashed into an invisible, absolute barrier.

The raging torrent of water collapsed instantly, turning into a dense mist that enveloped the entire area.

As the mist dissipated, Su Hui stood unharmed, not even the hem of his bathrobe getting wet.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence. Where is your plum blossom poem, Lin Zaikong? Where is your plum blossom poem, Lin Zaizai?

Whether it was the Roman Catholic magicians or the Amakusa-style group, they all stared in disbelief at this incredible scene.

"you……"

The pupils of the person behind him suddenly contracted, and the lazy confidence on their face disappeared for the first time.

He could feel that his all-out attack was as fragile as a joke in front of that person.

"It's noisy."

Su Hui finally turned his gaze to him, and said in a flat tone, "You disturbed my walk."

"Who are you? And why are you interfering in our affairs with the English Puritans?"

The expression of the man behind the water became extremely solemn. The magic power within him began to surge wildly, and the destructive power belonging to the "Saint" began to merge with the special technique belonging to the "Right Seat of God".

Su Hui did not answer; his figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot.

next moment,

He had already appeared in front of the water behind him.

too fast!

The alarm bells rang in the back of the water. He didn't even have time to react. He could only watch helplessly as a finger grew larger and larger in his field of vision.

That finger, fair and slender, seemed to possess no strength whatsoever, yet it appeared to contain some supreme law.

Su Hui's fingers, without a trace of malice, gently touched the forehead of Zhi Shui behind him.

"Om-"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light effects.

The water behind her felt an incomprehensible and irresistible force surging into her body along that finger.

His proud saintly power, his physical strength that rivaled that of a "divine child," was instantly disintegrated and stripped away by that great power, like ice and snow melting away.

The circulation of magic within his body was forcibly interrupted, and the foundation of his "Right Seat of God" technique was directly erased.

"Pfft."

Just a second ago, Houfang Zhishui was intimidating and arrogant, but now his legs went weak and he knelt down in front of Su Hui, covered in cold sweat, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.