"Ah~" The melodious singing was interrupted by screams as armored infantrymen with black heavy armor rushed in from all sides.

The formed shield wall was like walls closing in from all four sides, pushing all the believers together into a tight formation. Soldiers in black rushed out from the second, third, and fourth floors of the church, rows of crossbows stood ready, sealing off everything like a tightly woven net.

"We're surrounded, we're done for!" The believers exclaimed in alarm.

Looking at the panicked crowd before him, Alan remained composed. "It seems like all the actors have arrived! Good, I won't have to go clean up each of you one by one!"

Before Alan's voice even died down, Hablin appeared on the top floor, overlooking Alan. He said, "You came to find us? Such audacity, young master Alan. I have found remnants of secret correspondence in your room. The place you hid those female slaves is called Black Helmet Valley, isn't it? I will treat those lovely slaves well, along with their bodies. And your little maid, and those beauties of your father's. They are all mine!"

As Hablin raised his right hand, the entire venue trembled. Gildan and Richard, two platinum-level mages, released a powerful surge of magic, suppressing the entire venue. In the face of their overwhelming power, Alan, a mage who only knew how to cast fireballs, appeared insignificant.

Hablin coldly said, "Although you may not be able to accept it, your enslavement of this city has come to an end!"

Alan replied coldly, "No, my enslavement is just beginning!"

A flash of white light streaked across the sky, and the entire ceiling instantly collapsed. The colorful stained glass shattered along with the entire roof.

Everyone looked up at the sky, feeling as if holy light was pouring down. A petite and lovely figure descended from the sky, her tender white skin glowing faintly. Eight sacred and inviolable wings spread out, creating a gust of wind that enveloped the surroundings.

As soon as she landed, holy light flickered, and the soldiers around her were blown away like leaves in a storm, flying in all directions.

Alan said calmly, "Little angel, aren't you here to purify the mortal realm? Now, the opportunity is right in front of you!"

"Oh, an angel!" The believers were going crazy. An angel, who existed in the Bible and legends, had actually descended to the mortal realm. What was even more maddening was that this angel's chest was engraved with a blood-red slave mark, The Mark of Abandonment.

"The legends are true!"

"That slave mark can actually enslave gods!"

"How is that possible!" Gildan was already stunned, but the old captain of the Black Wolf Mercenaries, Richard, remained relatively calm.

"Don't be afraid, it's all a bluff. How could a mortal enslave a divine being?" Richard said, then he raised his right hand towards Hilna and began chanting a spell.

However, Hilna didn't even look at him. Surrounded by holy light, a golden thunderbolt descended from the sky, engulfing Richard. In an instant, this platinum-level mage, who was thought to be as immovable as a mountain, was obliterated and turned into golden ashes, scattered by the wind.

"The, the captain is dead!" The Iron Wolf mercenaries who had been blown away and landed on the ground were now even more shocked in their hearts than their bodies, a hundred times, a thousand times more.

"Run!" The surrounding soldiers scattered and fled. Hilna looked at the fleeing soldiers, glanced at Alan beside her, and was filled with disbelief. This guy actually made me come to purify those slave masters!

Then, the little angel spread her wings and chased after the fleeing people.

White feathers descended from the sky, accompanied by massive fluctuations caused by magic explosions. It was a dance of gold and white intertwined. In the dance of the sacred figure, one mercenary after another was sent to heaven.

With a loud boom, the great door behind Hablin was pushed open, and Alan had already walked in.

"Dennis, take care of these people! Leave Hablin to me!" Alan said.

Dennis looked troubled. She experienced for the first time the helplessness that the slave mark brought. Her body moved on its own, rushing towards the guards, involuntarily saying, "Master, alright, alright!"Dunlin watched this scene with sadness in his eyes as he saw Dennis charging towards him, filled with distress. "Dennis, what's wrong with you? I'm your father~"

Following closely was a flash of blood, as Dennis stabbed his sword into Dunlin's chest without even blinking an eye. "No, no, father!"

As Dennis pulled out the long sword and turned to face them, the slave owners in attendance all turned pale, their faces showing expressions of despair.

"Don't, Lord Alan, no, Duke Alan! I was wrong, I was wrong!" Seeing Alan approaching towards him, Haberlin immediately knelt in front of him. "You are the Lord of Castle Enchim, you are the boss here. I beg you, spare me!"