Outer Gate 7777, belonging to Christianity, is one of the dominant outer gates under Christianity.
The religious atmosphere here is thick. Rather than an outer gate, it's more fitting to call it a grand cathedral.
It is one of Christianity's main bases for interfering in the Lower Layers and spreading faith, and a holy city among the Lower Layer Christians.
Therefore, Outer Gate 7777 also has another name: the Holy City.
Of course, the Holy City generally does not accept guests and does not allow other existences to peek into this place.
However, this only applies under normal circumstances.
Is this a normal situation now? Clearly impossible.
"How strange, where is the Holy City's barrier? Where are the angels? Wasn't it said that Four-Digit Archangels guard the Holy City year-round?"
"The Holy City is destroyed like this—does Christianity not care?"
"Yo, who's this young man? Daring to stand openly on the ruins of the Holy City?"
Countless divine thoughts communicated in the void. These were the Kings of the Gods in heaven, observing with curiosity.
At this moment, a man's annoyed voice rang out in the void.
"Damn it, isn't that the Halloween Queen's kid? Why is he attacking the Holy City?"
"The Halloween Queen's kid? The lucky one who snatched the Last King's Spirit Status?"
A woman's shocked voice sounded.
"Uh…"
Indra suddenly fell silent, clearly unwilling to answer.
He, the Commander-in-Chief of the Heavenly Army responsible for the normal operation of the Campione War, had actually failed to notice a massive flaw in the Campione War.
Allowing the Last King to awaken early, even attacking the Holy City.
Good heavens, could he shoulder such a huge responsibility?
This black pot was too big.
At this moment, a woman's cheerful laughter rang out.
"Hahaha, well done destroying it. Truly worthy of being the Queen's Knight. I've long been annoyed with this fake Holy City."
"Monkey…"
Indra, whose real body was still en route, suddenly felt a toothache.
(Is this damned monkey still causing trouble for the Heavenly Army even now? Haven't both her brothers already reincarnated? Even Karyou is working for the Heavenly Army.)
(Wait… Didn't Aslan once say he had information about summoning the Last King early?)
(Damn!! I should have bought that information!)
(But why is Arthur still standing here, and Messiah's figure nowhere to be seen?)
Indra fell silent. At this moment, his brain briefly shut down.
(Could it be… Messiah unexpectedly lost?)
Thinking of this, the corner of Indra's mouth couldn't help but curl into a faint smile. If true, please forgive him for being unable to hold back his laughter.
"It seems many people are curious about what happened."
Wearing Arthur's skin, Aslan looked around. That smiling gaze stirred curiosity from many hidden eyes.
They were truly curious about what exactly happened in this Holy City, Christianity's main fortress in the Lower Layers.
"So, Messiah, or Your Holiness the Holy Son, are you still unwilling to face reality?"
Aslan smiled and looked toward the empty ground where Messiah's body had once been.
Death in the Campione War does not mean true death. Even after dying, they will resurrect.
Only the things lost in the Campione War are truly lost.
Under the power of Little Garden's Central Core and the Campione Covenant, Messiah had long been resurrected.
Only, the current Messiah was no longer the Savior with the Messiah Spirit Status, but merely an ordinary Four-Digit incarnation of the Holy Son.
"So, is there any kind soul willing to explain to me what actually happened? If I don't find out, my heart feels like it's being tickled by a monkey."
In the void, a female monkey scratched her head. She was truly curious about what actually happened.
Messiah ignored the comments from these gods and Buddhas. His figure slowly appeared.
He stared deeply at Aslan.
"My things are not easy to take."
"I need clarification."
The corner of Aslan's mouth lifted, and he spoke in a mocking tone.
"I didn't take it. It ran to me on its own."
Messiah's face instantly turned green. He also wanted to know what actually happened.
Why did the Messiah Spirit Status he had separated run into Arthur's body?
Of course, Aslan wouldn't tell him that Little Garden's Central Core had given a little help in this matter.
Of course, more than that, this was his own choice—becoming a God Slayer with the identity of Messiah and targeting the Last King.
The Last King is essentially the ultimate Savior formed by the mixture of various Saviors and salvation myths.
Messiah is also one of its parts.
This also caused, in the judgment of the Campione Covenant, in a certain sense, Messiah could also be considered a God Slayer who seized part of the Last King's destiny.
This is also why Krishna and the others did not allow Kalki to participate in the Campione War. They didn't want to see Kalki suddenly become part of the Last King.
As for the Holy Son, this was his own choice, placing the Messiah Spirit Status on the gambling table.
Originally, this was a pig-butchering scam, but there really was a big fool who bet half his fortune…
At this point, wouldn't they use the knife? Even if Aslan said nothing, Little Garden's Central Core definitely wouldn't hold back from acting.
Half of a Two-Digit-level Spirit Status is a good thing for Little Garden's Central Core.
"So, what about it? Is there any kind soul who wants to explain it to me too?"
"Exactly, this little monk is quite curious too."
"Count me in."
In the void, countless divine thoughts communicated with each other, not intending to hide anything from Aslan and Messiah at all.
After all, the law does not punish the masses. With so many people coming to meddle, even Two-Digits wouldn't want to offend them all at once.
"I have information here. I just don't know if you're willing to pay the price."
A crisp, slightly giggling voice sounded. Shiroyasha had also come to meddle.
Thanks to Aslan, Shiroyasha had obtained quite a lot of information. She was the only one besides Aslan who knew the entire process.
Instantly, Messiah's expression darkened.
He no longer cared about Arthur. Shiroyasha was the one who truly needed attention now.
If the other party really leaked that information, where would he put his face?
Though it was already almost gone.
"The Holy Son shouldn't mind, right?"
Aslan couldn't help but speak up too. When it came to adding insult to injury, he was always very skilled.
Of course, the one speaking here wasn't Arthur, but Aslan speaking as his temporarily created self.
The purpose was to clear suspicion from himself and perform a divine separation from Arthur's identity.
"No."
Messiah said through gritted teeth.
According to Little Garden's hidden rules of information exchange, information that has been sold and confirmed invalid can be traded again, unless it was bought out completely.
Just like the information about summoning the Last King early this time. The effectiveness of this information only existed at the start of the Campione War and was valid before the Last King was summoned.
Once used, it meant the information was no longer valid.
That Thousand Eyes sought profit again with invalid information was Thousand Eyes' business, unrelated to the buyer.
Unless the information was bought out completely.
"Since the Holy Son is willing to give face, I'll just say it directly."
Shiroyasha waved her small hand.
What information fee? Everyone was good friends; what was an information fee for?
Later, just give a little compensation to Thousand Eyes. She was sure no one lacked this money.
"We once sold information about summoning the Last King early to the Holy Son."
The air fell silent for a few seconds, followed by the void boiling like a pot.
Countless divine thoughts communicated in the void.
After the information revealed by Shiroyasha, the current situation became very clear.
The Holy Son summoned the Last King early through some means, wanting to kill the Last King at the start to seize his destiny.
As a result, for unknown reasons, the Holy Son failed.
Yes, a Two-Digit incarnation personally took action to bully a Four-Digit newcomer, and the result was failure.
"Hahahaha, sorry, we really couldn't hold it in."
"Amazing knowledge, truly amazing knowledge."
"Pfft, completely reversed."
Indra, arriving late, finally reached the scene and listened to the divine thought communication in the void.
Though he had suspected it, he really couldn't hold back.
Indra patted Messiah's shoulder sympathetically.
"My condolences. Rest assured, as your good friend, I usually won't laugh at you."
"You have to believe we've undergone professional training. We usually don't laugh."
As Indra said, he really held his expression and didn't burst into laughter.
"So, bro, can you tell me how you lost to him?"
Indra draped his arm around Messiah's shoulder, winked, and occasionally glanced toward Aslan.
He was also very curious how this newbie-aura-filled Aslan defeated Messiah, played directly by the Holy Son himself.
It could only be said he was the best of the younger generation, but still far from old-timers like them.
Messiah's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot. He shook off Indra's arm, with no intention of responding to Indra.
Indra shook his head helplessly and turned toward Aslan, skillfully preparing to drape his arm again.
Then he was brushed off by Aslan.
"So, does the Halloween Queen family's kid know what happened?"
Indra asked curiously. He was truly curious how the Holy Son lost.
What did it have to do with Buddha Dīpaṁkara?
After all, this concerned how he could perfectly extricate himself and dump the black pot on his body.
Aslan tilted his head, fell silent for a long time, brewed his emotions, and said in an incredulous tone.
"Messiah committed suicide. I don't know what happened either. He suddenly used his Authority and destroyed Avalon along with me."
"Hah?"
Indra was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and looked at Messiah with slight disbelief, scratching his own head.
Why? Even racking his brain, he couldn't understand why Messiah suddenly committed suicide.
But seeing the Holy Son's expression, it seemed to be fact, not a lie.
The Holy Son's appearance also didn't look like a madman.
"What does this have to do with Buddha Dīpaṁkara?"
"Maybe he was framed to death by Buddha Dīpaṁkara? You know Tongtian Sect Master? Your good friend's situation is similar to His Eminence."
Prithvi learned what happened through her earth Authority and covered her mouth.
"Cough cough!"
This time, Indra really couldn't hold back.
Or rather, who could hold it in?
How unlucky must one be to receive the same treatment as Tongtian Sect Master?
If only Messiah had chosen suicide a little slower, he would have known the Holy Grail he gave had arrived, and he wouldn't have chosen to destroy Avalon with him.
A little earlier, just a few seconds earlier, before the Holy Grail fell and broke, he wouldn't have failed to resurrect and been trapped.
The resurrection Authority he carefully prepared for himself wasn't that bad in effect.
But right when he committed suicide, Buddha Dīpaṁkara discarded the Holy Grail, and the holy water collected inside spilled.
"Sorry, we've undergone professional training and usually don't laugh."
Indra clutched his stomach, his body shaking with laughter.
"Unless we really can't hold it in."
"I really didn't expect you to fail in such a dramatic way."
Indra laughed heartily while strongly patting the Holy Son's back, as if that way he could control his laughter.
In the void, the Almighty Domain meddlers also couldn't hold back and all burst into laughter.
If the victim weren't a Two-Digit incarnation like the Holy Son, they would only see this as drama.
But who would have thought reality is often more magical than drama.