This war lasted less than a month, and the Messiah lived during this period... and felt like she was becoming a rich lady.

"Captain, I took out an epic necklace, would you like?"

"The epic necklace is worthy of our leader! Lord Gray Mist's end ring! Legendary ring... Leader, we don't plan to roll it anymore, you accept it."

"You guys... just roll."

Messai looked at the members of the group around her on the Magic Net screen and covered his forehead with some headaches.

It has been a long time since the Holy Cult Army attacked the Gray Mist in the Rift Battlefield. Currently, the Expeditionary Force ranks 27th on the list of meritorious deeds.

This seems to be a very good result in the Message, and today it has reached the last step in the strategy.

Lord of Gray Mist, if this battle is recorded in the Holy Book, it must be an epic story that can save the whole world after winning the war.

But this war was easier than I imagined in the Messenger. After all, the morale of the Holy Sect soldiers under his command was in a state of high spirits all the time.

"Are you fighting the last lord?"

Heluoliya came over at this time. She had been in Fuya's adventure team for a while and would occasionally pay attention to the progress of the expeditionary army.

"The Lord of Gray Mist is not much health. Where are you, Lord Heluoliya?"

The Messia led the expeditionary force under his command on a huge circular platform, which was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of adventurers.

The enemy they are facing is a huge dragon.

The setting of the last lord of the Rift Battlefield is Dragon is quite consistent with the final outcome in the novel.

The Message heard that there were three final bosses in the crack battlefield this time, and the one she is currently in is the last one.

The giant dragon had obviously been completely corroded by the gray fog, and the color of the scales on its body had been dyed grayish white, and the roaring sounds were full of madness.

From time to time, a large number of distortions composed of gray fog will appear on the battlefield, causing a lot of trouble to the adventurers of the strategy.

"Yorrit, take your squad to clear out the gray mist aberrations that appear around... The Mage Legion aims the cast target at the dragon's tail! It won't last long."

During the communication with Heluoliya, the Messia commanded the expeditionary forces under his command.

The last lord of Gray Mist gradually became weaker under the siege of adventurers.

"Sir Heluoliya, is your character still with Fuya adventure group?"

The Messia took the time to ask where Heluoliya's character is, but the moment she turned to look at Heluoliya, her pupils slightly contracted.

Because there was a dazzling wound on Heluoliya's shoulder, as if someone had cut her shoulder with a dagger.

There was no blood flowing out of the wound on her shoulder, and a shimmer particle replaced the blood from the wound on Herluoliya's shoulder.

“On your shoulders…”

Heluoliya seemed to see the wound on her shoulder when the Messia reminded her.

"Has it started?" Heluoliya blocked her shoulder with her hands. "Don't worry, it's just a few small problems."

But as soon as Heluoliya finished speaking, traces of glass appeared on one of her hands.

"This doesn't seem like a minor problem no matter how you look! There is a gray fog distortion on the left side of Yorit!"

While worried about Heluoliya's physical condition, Messai did not forget to command the Holy Sect army under his command to fight.

When the Messiah issued the order and turned around again, Heluoliya's left hand had turned into pieces and disappeared... At the same time, the Messiah also heard the wailing sound of the dragon lord in the Rift battlefield.

The lord's blood volume was almost dying, and it fell weakly to the ground, as if it had no ability to resist.

"Dragon...Gray Mist...Master Heluoliya, are you..."

The intuition of the Messiah played a role at this moment, and her eyes were looking back and forth between the dragon lord and Heluoliya in the Rift Battlefield.

Finally, I confirmed my guess.

"Listen to me, Message." Heluoliya looked very calm as he looked at his left hand that had become fragments. "For you humans, I have done a lot of bad things... bad things that are enough to be sentenced to death according to the laws of the Kingdom of Holy Church."

"I know!"

The Message just listened to Heluoliya's disclosure, and he could have imagined what this saint did behind the scenes.

As a knight who protects the people... the Holy Cult Army, reason tells the saint in front of the Message that the saint was an unforgivable prisoner.

But human beings are ultimately a creature driven by emotions... When the Messiah's mind came to her mind, she realized that she had...turned her insistence on the belief.

"So it's normal to get this kind of punishment. Congratulations before leaving, and become a hero who saved the world."

When Heluoliya talked about this, cracks began to appear on the surface of her body.

"Master Heluoliya!"

The Messiah had already stood up and reached out to hold Heluoliya's shoulder, but with a gentle touch, the shoulder turned into pieces made of light and disappeared.

"Happy, a new world is coming soon, and I have already arranged the Holy Kingdom, so I will say that the Saint died gloriously because of the confrontation with the Gray Mist." Heluoliya ignored the expression of the Messia being about to shout something and said to herself.

"This is my last request, Message... Keep the secret and don't tell the truth to my believers."

"Hluoliya!" Messai shouted out Heluoliya's name again, and this time, there was no two honorific titles added to the end.

Heluoliya's shoulders had also disappeared. When Messai wanted to reach out and grab Heluoliya again, he had already grabbed a hole. The saint turned into pieces made of light and disappeared in front of Messai.

The Messia looked at the golden fragments passing through his fingers in a daze. The sky outside the window became blue again, but the drizzle fell from the sky.

‘Successfully killed the blind dragon of Lord Grey Mist, congratulations to all adventurers for saving this world again.’

This line of text from the Magic Net appeared in front of the Messiah's eyes, but she looked down at her hand without knowing what she was thinking.

……………………

‘Farewell forever, bastard, Mr. Qiao Xiu?(??▽??).’

'Your friend Heluoliya has been offline.'

When Qiao Xiu followed Fuya to kill the last Grey Mist Lord, Heluoliya sent such a message to Qiao Xiu.

Qiao Xiu has not figured out what this message represents for the time being.

But what Qiao Xiu still didn't expect was that... the war would end so quickly, as if it was only two days.

This made Qiao Xiu feel unreal, but what to do after the war is over is of course a celebration.

Celebrating such things is always what the dwarves do best, and the moment the grey fog surrounding Blackbeck City completely disappeared.

The Dwarf Legion who came to reinforce brought a lot of barrels of ale from somewhere and opened the party in the military camp.

Of course, Qiao Repair was pulled in by Frost Axe.

"His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu, someone is looking for you outside."

A demon soldier came to Qiao Xiu directly shortly after the party started.

"Is it Loydell?"

Qiao Xiu followed the demon soldier out of the building. The goddess of order was basically in a state of hanging up the entire journey during this war.

The sky outside the door had clearly cleared completely, but it was still a little rain. Qiao Xiu came outside the building and saw a figure standing in the heavy rain... The Miss Paladin Message.

"The Message...uh... are you going to celebrate together? And what about the guy Heluoliyan?"

Before Qiao Xiu could finish his words, the female knight slowly walked to Qiao Xiu.

Logically speaking, after the Messia became the guardian knights of Heluoliya, they were always in a state of binding.

"Where has Heluoliya been?!" Qiao Xiu looked at Messia's cheek, with two obvious tears.

At this moment, Qiao Xiu realized that something was a little bit wrong... something was right.

The Messiah didn't say anything. She spread the palm of her left hand to Joshua, and a seed emitting a glimmer of light lay in her palm.

"Seeds of the Tree of the World..."

Qiao Xiu looked at the seed, it was like an apple in size, with a large number of dark gold inscriptions engraved on the surface.

"Can you let it sprout again?" asked the Message.

"Sprouting and blooming. If it weren't for the World Tree, I would probably have a garden of World Tree."

Qiao Xiu probably understood where the seed in the Messiah's hand came from.

"But Miss Messiah...If this is the World Tree of Light Elf, I need a Light Elf..."

"I can." The Message had made up his mind to say to Joseph, "Sing, acting, or live broadcast, no matter what you do!"
Chapter completed!