Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 1097 291: Turmoil on the Holy Mountain · The Fall of Mistro, Total War, Anderson's Yearning for Redemption

A sigh came from the darkness.

Mistro, cloaked in black, slowly emerged from the shadows, his expression numb. Though he often had this expression when confronting most enemies, it was clear that he was now more dangerous.

He coughed lightly.

A flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, and he quietly said, "It's fine. Hadn't the mental preparation been done long ago?"

The silhouette in the darkness sighed again and said, "The plan to assassinate the current Pope is indeed too crazy."

Mistro shook his head and said, "I've seen far too many wounds from war. The cries of refugees struggling in the bandit's hands are scenes I can never forget in my life.

This is not a war to eliminate evildoers, but merely a war launched by Holy Briania to consolidate its existing position and authority in external affairs."

By this time, that rowdy Holy Hall Assessment had ended long ago.

In the two months afterward, Mistro thought about many things.

During these two months, numerous changes occurred on the Holy Mountain, the most apparent change being the increased number of executors responding to the orders given by Pope Mephiel.

With the deity supporting his authority from behind, few were willing to openly provoke the Pope's emotions.

There were even calls emerging that "Pope Mephiel has gotten divine support, and his attack on the Iberia Federation is undoubtedly the most righteous act."

However, although Mistro, as Judgment Chief, sometimes appeared rigid and crazy, he still understood that oftentimes, just because something is judged by someone with high authority, doesn't make it right.

In two months, his faith in the deity he admired quietly changed.

But this is normal, since Mistro's beliefs suffered heavy blows, inevitably leading him to compile a reasonable philosophy to explain the absurdity.

Perhaps, the experience at the almost explosive moment during the Holy Hall Assessment finally pried open a crack in Mistro's heart.

Previously, he had his own assessment on whether something was right or wrong, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to blindly believe others' words, thereby determining the correctness of things.

He would choose to witness with his own eyes... so long as it didn't involve the deity.

In the past, he would follow a deity's decree without a second thought.

But this time, he seemed to have undergone a silent change.

From the initial, "A deity's words are always right," to now being able to objectively criticize whether a deity's words and actions are absolutely correct.

Two months... He spent two months persuading himself that sometimes, even deities can make mistakes.

Such beliefs, even when appearing among loyal followers on the Holy Mountain, would easily be met with attacks from others, with various insults possibly lasting from dawn until night without repeating.

Let alone appearing in someone with Mistro's status position.

After all, he is now the Judgment Chief of the Dawn Lord Church, and if such beliefs were known to outsiders, the trouble could be unimaginable.

Yet, precisely because of this, after reflecting on the years of his past experiences, Mistro repeatedly questioned his inner self, ultimately shifting his focus back to Mephiel.

Mistro is utterly convinced that Mephiel's direct action against the Iberia Federation is entirely wrong, given that they had historically favorable relations with Holy Briania.

Reaching such a situation now is genuinely startling.

Mistro still believes that such action will not make the world better, even if the deity chose Mephiel. For the deity can err, the deity can be deceived.

True believers should, upon realizing the deity is diverging from the true path, be willing to pay the highest price to rectify those who err, guiding the deity's choice back to the correct path.

Therefore...

"No more words are needed; my resolve is firm. If there is truly no other means to achieve peace, then let me, Mistro, start by purging the source of war!"

"Since that's the case, Judge Mistro, take care."

The silhouette in the darkness said softly.

...

That night, an unprecedented fierce battle erupted on the Holy Mountain.

The target of the attack was the well-watched Pope Mephiel.

As one wave subsided, another surged.

First was the previous matter of the deity's endorsement.

Then the issue of assassination occurring now.

In between, there remained the never-suppressed fighting with the Iberia Federation.

It's as though the world had suddenly been put in fast-forward mode, with everyone happily watching the spectacle, trying their best to ignore the increasingly unstable situation.

Perhaps because the overall environment is under the pre-war atmosphere's influence, most people's attention remains focused on the increasingly tense battle situation.