"You don't have to be nervous."
Everything was over.
An Su had finally accepted the fact.
The mutation that had occurred with the Judgment Chief pulled those immersed in the vision of the Blessed Son back to reality. They looked at the fresh blood streaming down the shoulder blade of Bishop Yake, yet An Su beside him took no action, not even appearing to begin to make a move after a long while.
Apart from the members of the Magic Association and the Saint Army, there were also several gazes from the servants of the demigods at the scene, but even they could not discern how Yake had been injured... This situation was like the ceremony last night when the Eldest Prince, bearing the blood of Milton, suddenly mutated, as if struck by Divine Punishment.
All present at this scene dared not make any rash moves, looking towards An Su with astonishment in their eyes.
Especially the saints from the Church, whose looks were full of reverence, even to the point of slight fanaticism.