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    ---- Chapter 3118 Arya spoke in a low, firm voice, "Lysander, go back and inform the Archbishop. This is the moment tounch the army." Lysander eximed in shock, "Arya, what about you?" Arya looked toward a distant hilltop, where Andrew stood alone. At the same moment Arya looked over, Andrew also turned his gaze toward her. Their eyes met in midair, and hostility began to boil between them: "I''m going to do what I must do: to purge evil." Arya snorted coldly as her white holy sword red with light, and she charged straight at Andrew. Lysander froze.


    As he followed Arya''s charge, he finally saw Andrew clearly. He was both stunned and deeply confused Could it be that the Hignd Tribe warriors were brought here by Andrew? Arya''s attack immediately infuriated Andrew. He shouted, "Get out of my way! I don''t have time to waste with you!" Arya''s face remained expressionless. "Andrew, light and darkness can''t coexist. Your body contains energies from all ---- sides: vampires, werewolves, and even our holy power.


    I don''t know what kind of existence you are, but I absolutely cannot allow a menace like you to exist in this world." Andrewughed coldly and retorted sarcastically, "Archangel, what you really mean is that you''re afraid I''ll continue growing stronger and threaten the Cathedral, right? It''smon knowledge that holy light can only be wielded by faithful believers. But now, for me, it''s a piece of cake! "This is something even your Pope probably can''t figure out, much less you.


    But you were taught by the Pope and follow one principle: anything you don''t understand, anything unfamiliar, must be eliminated. After all, for the Lomuia Grand Cathedral folks, no threat can be allowed to exist, even if that threat isn''t actually evil. You don''t care about that, do you?" Arya replied stubbornly, "Andrew, no matter what you say, I will stand firm in my beliefs. The feeling you give me is absolutely terrible, utterly unbearable. I am the Cathedral''s Battle Angel, born with the ability to sense evil.


    You are the greatest evil there is; that cannot be wrong!" Andrew said coldly, "I know you won''t give up, soe on then. But if I identally kill you, the Lomuia Grand Cathedral will be ''thrown into chaos. Arya clenched her teeth and said, "If you truly can kill me, then that is my fate, and I will me no one. But I will always believe ---- that darkness can never defeat the light." Just as the two were about to plunge into a deadly sh again, the battlefield shifted. From the vampire camp, a surge of blood- red energy shot into the sky.


    Gaston rode an endless tide of blood mist as he charged toward the werewolf battlefield. Behind him, more than a dozen crimson auras followed closely. Clearly, these were vampire Duke-level powerhouses. At that level, even under the zing sun of daytime, they felt no fear. Arya hesitated, her expression conflicted. In the end, she abandoned Andrew and rushed toward Gaston instead. The Cathedral''s army had already begun its advance. Arya had to stop Gaston first for the sake of the Cathedral. Otherwise, with a single strike, he could kill more than a dozen of their soldiers.


    Andrew remained standing proudly on the mountain ridge, tilting his head up as he watched the Arya fly across the sky The golden armor on Arya''s body was strikingly beautiful Beneath the armor, her wless legs faintly showed. 1 Bathed in white holy light, Arya looked like a true angel descending into the mortal world. She was both sacred and ---- overwhelmingly authoritative, and every movement she made was perfection itself.