Super Soldier in the City

"Why? Saintess, tell us quickly!" an impatient elder urged.

The Saintess spoke with a somber expression, a hint of sadness, her voice lowered, "Because of Golden Eagle, my beloved. He is already dead."

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Saintess, that’s not a joke one can make!"

"Heavens, I didn’t hear wrong, did I? You said Golden Eagle is dead? How did he die?" All the elders and some key members of the Holy War Organization exclaimed in astonishment. The Saintess observed their reactions; at this moment, their differences were hidden. Each elder reacted with surprise, some even doubted their hearing.

Andisto was no different, quickly regaining composure, looking at the Saintess and asking, "Saintess, what happened exactly? Why do you say Golden Eagle is dead?"

"Chief Elder, fellow elders, I also want to ask this question, why did Golden Eagle die?" The Saintess stood up, pale-faced, sweeping her gaze over the assembly, seeing confusion. Andisto shook his head, asking, "That’s what I should ask you, Saintess. Didn’t you lose? How did Golden Eagle die? Was he killed by someone else?"

The Saintess laughed bitterly, appearing somewhat desolate, sadness in her eyes, she said, "He was blown up."

"What?" Several elders were even more shocked, some couldn’t hear clearly and pursued the matter, "How could he be blown up? What does that mean?"

"That’s why I’m asking you! I returned alive to ask you—is it by the elders’ command to dispatch drones carrying missiles to bomb the island we were fighting on, or was it someone else..."

A sound of sharp intakes of breath arose. These elders, having weathered many storms, even being hundred-year-old monsters, couldn’t help but take a breath at the Saintess’s words. Her implication was that this matter was extremely serious!

"Saintess, are you kidding?" Andrew was the first to speak, stepping forward, almost reaching out to grab the Saintess, eyes bulging, beard puffing, he asked, "Did you say drones carrying missiles went to bomb you?"

"Impossible. I don’t know exactly where you were fighting, but reportedly it was in the Viking Islands, that’s our territory, the navy fleet is nearby. If someone dares do such a thing, our radar satellite would have discovered and shot it down!" Another elder shook his head vigorously.

"Ha, why would I lie?" The Saintess sneered, her eyes sweeping over some elders and members whose reaction was slightly weaker, noting them, then turned to the chief elder and others, saying, "I’ll give you the coordinates, you can send someone to check the island. Not only that, but the drone was manufactured by my country!"

"No, no, no, impossible! If it was our drone, it wouldn’t bomb you!" Andrew was the first to shake his head, the Chief Elder Andisto also shook his head, saying, "Saintess, could this be a misunderstanding?"

"Chief Elder, are you implying I’m lying?" The Saintess’s face turned cold.

"No, I believe you did encounter a drone and it dropped a bomb, but... I think it wasn’t our country’s drone. You must believe, in this country, no one would dare aggress the Holy War Organization, let alone target you, Saintess." The Chief Elder shook his head as he spoke.

"I said, if you don’t believe it, you can go and see for yourself!" The Saintess said.

Another elder stood up and said, "It seems the Saintess is telling the truth. Now I want to ask those present, aren’t you angry at such provocation? Since the establishment of the Holy War Organization, countless people have attempted to challenge us, but they met with tragic ends. And now someone dares harm a Saintess, I, James, will be the first to disagree!"

"Elder James, calm down. Let’s inquire further about the situation," Elder Babua pressed his hands down, saying, "Saintess, I still want to know how Golden Eagle died. Was it the missile that killed him? How come you’re unharmed...?"

"Elder Babua, would you be happy if I were blown up?" The Saintess retorted directly.

"What’s that supposed to mean... I’m delighted you’re safe back. But... why did he die while you survived? I need to know why!" Babua defended.

"Babua, your words are too harsh. The Saintess is alive, Golden Eagle is dead, shouldn’t we be happy?" a female elder interjected.

The Saintess’s expression wasn’t pleasant, just as she was about to retort, the Chief Elder shouted, "Quiet, everyone quiet, listen to the Saintess!"

"It’s simple, Elder Babua, Elder Andisto, fellow elders, I survived because Golden Eagle saved me. Initially, I was defeated, having summoned the Saint’s Scepter, forcibly calling forth Lord Hellhound to battle Golden Eagle, yet I still couldn’t win. After he shattered the Saint’s Scepter, I couldn’t fight anymore. Then, a drone approached, firing a missile about three kilometers away. Golden Eagle could have escaped, but he rushed towards me, pressing me under him. The missile exploded roughly twenty meters away, the massive explosion wave knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I saw Golden Eagle was dead, his body shattered, lifeless." As the Saintess described, tears streamed down, her expression sorrowful.

All the elders listened, mouth agape, shocked at the unexpected turn of events. Andrew’s jaw dropped, muttering softly, "If it is as you say, Golden Eagle... isn’t completely abominable. He even sacrificed his life to save you..."

"This shows, Saintess, you were incredibly fortunate to survive, given the missile exploded right nearby!"

"Shouldn’t we be concerned about the source of the drone and missile? If it happened in the Middle East, it might be understandable, but this was in the Viking Islands, in the Bermuda Triangle Region, our territory. On our own turf, a drone nearly killed the Saintess, shouldn’t we be enraged? We are the Holy War Organization, not just the United States, but the world’s largest organization. We possess immense power, yet we can’t even protect the Saintess’s safety?" An elder named Mus knocked on his staff, drawing everyone’s focus, speaking excitedly!

"Mus, don’t be hasty. This matter must be thoroughly investigated. We are still gathering information. After all, the Saintess and Golden Eagle were the only ones present during the battle, we need to inquire about the process."

"Process? Can’t you see the Saintess is injured? And we could send someone to inspect the island right now and understand everything!" Mus exclaimed.

Andisto stopped the elders’ argument, saying, "Everyone, let’s pause. The Saintess is still shaken, some things need verification. If indeed true, let me state here, regardless of who they are, they will forever be the enemy of the Holy War Organization. Our dignity is inviolable, unchallenged, and they cannot remain at large!"

"Good!"

"Should’ve been this way!"

The elders immediately agreed, then Chief Elder Andisto looked at the Saintess and asked, "Saintess, I have a question."

"Chief Elder, please ask."

"Golden Eagle is dead, and you’re alive. Does this mean you’ve overcome your heart demon?" After asking this question, the hall instantly fell silent, all elders and key members looking toward the Saintess. Their anger over the drone attack was significant, but not their main concern. The Saintess’s heart demon issue was of utmost importance because overcoming the heart demon would signify that, after many years, a Saintess has finally conquered her heart demon, transcending to a higher realm. Its symbolic significance was greater than even the emergence of an unparalleled expert.

Therefore, everyone looked at the Saintess, eagerly anticipating her answer, though her expression was calm as she shook her head, neither joyous nor mournful. This caused many hearts to skip a beat, as the Saintess said, "No, Chief Elder, fellow elders, I failed. Though he is dead, it wasn’t by my hand, moreover, I’d already conceded before. I... failed!"

"Whew!" Many immediately felt deeply disappointed, and the Saintess could clearly sense various emotions surrounding her at that moment: regret, disappointment, annoyance, anger, but also joy. Yes, joy; when the Saintess looked over, it was quickly concealed by the person.

This emotion... was expressed by Elder Babua. Though it lasted merely a moment, the Saintess still observed it, of course, most felt disappointed or angry.

"Saintess, the matter of investigation, I’ll arrange it. You are injured, you should go and receive some treatment. Regarding Golden Eagle’s situation, I hope you won’t be too sad!" The Chief Elder seemed suddenly much older, his back bending slightly. The failure of the Saintess’s heart demon meant decades of effort by the Holy War Organization were in vain, also signifying that during his tenure, no Saintess would break through the heart demon barrier. Cultivating another too would be beyond his lifespan.

Although such a feat is inherently difficult, for the Holy War Organization’s Saintess to overcome the heart demon, first requires finding someone with equal or superior strength, and the notion of openly defeating them is incredibly challenging!

Andrew’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. If Li Yifei were alive, he’d have vengeance upon him. But since Li Yifei died saving the Saintess, though Andrew still blamed him, the dead could no longer bear it... Andrew could only direct his anger toward those dispatching the drone.