Both Symon and Aisha were eager to seize the Light Helmet. However, Wilbur, seeing through their ambitions, calmly stated, "I haven''t forgotten the purpose of our coboration, Miss Aisha. Please remember that I have no interest inpeting for the Light Helmet. It''s yours now."


    He tossed the Light Helmet to Aisha. She caught it and immediately lit up with excitement. "In that case, I won''t stand on ceremony with you, Mr. Wilbur. I hope we can coborate again in the future."


    "Of course," Wilbur nodded, adding, "I mean if the Holy Illuminati Church offers adequatepensation, I would naturally be willing to work with you again."


    In reality, Wilbur was uninterested in continuing the conversation with Aisha. He had noticed Symon''s eyes glinting with murderous intent, clearly desiring the Light Helmet for himself. To avoid bing Symon''s enemy, Wilbur decided to shift Symon''s focus onto Aisha.


    As soon as Wilbur finished speaking, Symon''s gaze locked onto Aisha. Coldly, he said, "Aisha, among all the bishops, your rank is lower than mine. It would be more appropriate for you to hand the Light Helmet over to me, so I can present it to the Pope."


    Aisha''s eyes narrowed with fury as she retorted, "Symon, your words disgust me. You didn''t earn the Light Helmet by your own strength, so why should I give it to you?"


    Symon''s eyes shed with anger. "And you? You didn''t earn it by your strength either. Why shouldn''t I take it?"


    "You!"


    Aisha''s face twisted in rage, her chest heaving. "It seems, today, we must settle this with a fight."


    Symon raised his staff and said in an icy voice, "Then let''s not waste any more time."


    He began to chant, and a white orb of light formed on his staff. A beam of light shot from it, hurtling toward Aisha. In response, she chanted her own spell and a ck storm quickly formed around her, spinning rapidly. The beam of light struck the storm but was absorbed in an instant.


    Symon chanted again, and dark clouds gathered in the sky. A vortex formed at their center, and a beam of light descended, enveloping Symon. Momentster, the beam vanished, and a colossal giant of light, ten meters tall, stood before Symon.


    With each step the giant took, the ground trembled. Aisha floated into the air, standing at the storm''s center, ring at the giant with rage. "Symon, you''ve been hiding your powers from me all this while!"


    "Hehehe... hahahaha!" Symonughed loudly. "Aisha, did you think I considered you my ally? In my eyes, you''re just a vile woman who gained her bishop status by selling your body to the Pope. You''re the kind of woman who would do anything for power and status. If I treated you as an ally, you''d eventually betray me. Instead, if I use you as a steppingstone, I can quickly elevate my own strength and position. Aisha, face the truth. You are nothing but a lowly wench!"


    Upon hearing his words, Aisha''s rage surged to a boiling point. Indeed, she had once given her body to the Pope to save the man she loved. Though the man was saved, heter betrayed her, leaving an indelible scar in Aisha''s heart.


    Symon''s cruel words tore at her deepest wound, crossing a line she could not forgive. In the next instant, her eyes turned blood red, and she screamed, "Pitiful Symon, contemptible earthling, I will make you pay for your disgraceful actions with your life."


    Aisha raised her hands suddenly, and the ck storm surrounding her shot up into the sky. A powerful aura descended in an instant.