The young lady judge, holding the code, stands atop a high building. A golden chain extends from her palm, connecting to Prajna’s nape, while in Prajna’s hand, a slender brush writes lines of words glowing with golden radiance in the air.

Having witnessed the scene of "Return of the Dead" firsthand, Lavinia couldn’t help but exclaim, "Miss Lingyun, you now resemble a judge of the Netherworld."

"Which judge?"

Prajna showed a curious expression on her face, "As far as I know, the judges of the Netherworld look quite terrifying. You haven’t seen my ’Evil Ghost Bodhisattva’ form; how could you think I resemble them?"

"Ah this... it’s just a metaphor. I’ve never seen what the real judges of the Netherworld look like."

Only then did the young lady judge remember that Miss Lingyun also has the identity of the Gatekeeper of Hell, a general of the Ghost Race. She should be colleagues with those Netherworld judges.

Just as she was feeling a bit offensive, she noticed the slightly curved corners of the other person’s mouth, realizing she was joking.

Lavinia was somewhat surprised, "I didn’t expect Miss Lingyun to joke around."

In the darkness, a candelabrum was lit.

The Candle Knight, wearing the Fallow Deer Hood, walked slowly. There was a slight bloodstain on her hem, and the expression on her face was somewhat gloomy. She was a sentimental person, although she had the resolve to kill enemies, whenever she thought of the families behind the deceased, she couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy.

A low rumbling thunder suddenly resounded in the sky. The three looked up simultaneously, and within the clouds, a red-black figure could be vaguely seen, swimming in the mist like a giant whale.

Lavinia chuckled lightly, "Does anyone understand what the lord is saying?"

Viviana was a bit surprised, "Do these roars have specific meanings?"

"No."

The Fallow Deer young lady had a somewhat astonished expression, which made the usually serious young lady judge rarely laugh brightly like blossoms.

A layer of golden radiance covered her body surface, and the golden thorns, like the snake tempting Adam to eat the forbidden fruit, entwined on her body surface, forming an indestructible Decree Enforcement Armor.

She raised the code in her hand high, the golden radiance illuminating the sky, and almost visibly, the huge figure in the sky swelled again by a full circle, the firelight glowing over the night as if dusk.

...

"Demon Dragon, the Demon Dragon has come again!"

The soldiers exclaimed in panic; the last time, that Demon Dragon almost single-handedly withstood the entire expedition army, nearly destroying half of the air warships, killing thousands of soldiers, and still managed to escape intact.

And now, the Iron Duke and those lords of the King’s Squad are not here at all.

Admiral George had a stern expression; the worst situation had come true; that Evil Dragon was indeed raised by the Texans.

The Royal Mages on the Sea Monarchy rose to combat. They had never taken action, not only because they were not good at street fighting but also serving as reserves to fend off enemy raids.

"Damn it, why is this guy bigger than before!"

"Use Group Binding Technique."

"Be careful, that Evil Dragon has extraordinary magic resistance; the impact of group binding on it is very limited. Our primary goal is to repel it, not try to slay the dragon."

Multicolored Magic Radiance cast toward the sky; the battleships onshore lifted the gun barrels for aerial bombardment.

As for ordinary soldiers, praying is all they can do now; the Steam Airships lack air defense capabilities and find it challenging to rise to combat at night, and so they didn’t partake in this landing.

"God bless!"

Watching the grievously howling wounded and the charcoal all over the ground,

These poor Englishmen didn’t have much perception of how terrifying war truly was before, after all, they regarded themselves as symbols of civilization, equipped with the most advanced weapons.

After joining the army, they imagined their enemies were just a group of Indians, black ghosts, Indian Natives, only there to be slaughtered.

But when the knife came to their heads, their performance was no better than those they saw as barbarians.

A mouthful of Dragon Flame lasted almost a quarter of an hour, breaking Losa’s record.

He even felt his throat aching faintly.

He coldly watched the tragic scene, without hesitation diving down; he didn’t know how long Jeanne and the Texans could insist, but this time definitely wouldn’t last long; he had to seize the moment to inflict more damage on the enemies.

...

At this moment, the Iron Duke, realizing the enemy approaching from the air, and those King’s Squad members whose individual combat strength was no less than the Wolf Race Elite Centurion’s, all wanted to leave.

"Out of the way, Knight of Radiance!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The Iron Duke’s mechanical voice rarely carried a trace of anger.

Jeanne’s response was to unfold her Flame Wings again, wielding the Golden Light Spear as she charged up.

Boom—

Dragon Flame plowed through the ground.

The terrifying explosion illuminated the whole port as bright as day.

The expression beneath the Iron Duke’s mask was full of ferocity, "Bastard, is this your so-called justice?"

The heavy Chainsaw Sword seemed like a dead object resurrected by its master’s anger, and the dried blood on it circled with crimson light, leaving one wondering what kind of slaughter could create such a weapon.

"Allowing the Demon Dragon to slaughter the weak, the magic has poisoned you deeply, and you are beyond saving."

His voice was cold as ice, the terrifying sword edge swept horizontally, the blade continuous

"Calm!"

One word to stabilize the storm.

A giant ink-black character descended, freezing the unstoppable sword of the Iron Duke right in place.

Meanwhile, atop the high building, Prajna suddenly spat blood, even with Lavinia’s decree blessing, her power was still drained in an instant, making Lavinia’s face turn as pale as paper.

Calming the Storm, capable of controlling all enemy actions briefly, is the manifestation of the Power of Rules, a terrifying force even gods cannot defy, but to work against an enemy stronger than Prajna, the consumption increases geometrically.

The beam of light that seemed to pierce through everything made every person who witnessed this scene tremble: "It’s the power of holy radiance, is God blessing these Texans?"

The Frenchmen on the Saint Joan of Arc were stunned.

"Is that the Holy Spear, Saintess’ Holy Spear right?"

"Report immediately to Your Majesty, say the long-missing Saintess has been found!"

His tone was very excited. By today, the contradictions between the major powers were increasingly irreconcilable. Everyone knows a war determining the future world pattern will inevitably break out eventually.

At this moment, the return of the Saintess and the news of her fighting with the English will undoubtedly become an inspiring flag. If used properly, it might even tie the powerful, yet not usually involved in secular warfare, Holy Knight Order to Frank’s chariot.