My Celestial Ascension
Chapter 755 - 755: Queen Of The Elven Kingdom

The surroundings of the Holy Church had become a blood-soaked battlefield, littered with the lifeless corpses of Holy Knights and devout followers.

As Yuan and his wives moved forward, they left behind a trail of carnage and destruction. Many had fallen at their hands—once-proud Holy Knights now lying motionless on the cold ground, their souls ripped from their bodies.

Their pride and honor had been crushed in an instant. None of them had anticipated their end, nor did they have the chance to utter a single word before death claimed them. They died without ever seeing the faces of their killers.

The entire area had fallen into a chilling silence. Not a sound could be heard—only the soft rustle of cold wind and the gentle fall of snow added to the eerie stillness that blanketed the bloodstained ground.

Amidst that ghostly quiet, Yuan and his wives advanced toward the main entrance of the Holy Church. There were no guards stationed in front, an unsettling sign in itself.

However, the grand door was shut tight and sealed—so tightly, not even air could seep through the smallest crack. The door was made entirely of silver, a precious metal known not only for its value but also for its potent magical properties.

In addition to its use as currency and negotiation, silver was often favored by master craftsmen for forging magical artifacts—rings that could amplify mana, armor that could enhance defense, and countless other enchanted items.

The door alone would be worth millions of gold coins. The sheer amount of silver used in its construction was staggering, and the gold-lined, intricate carvings only added to its opulence.

"So this is where the Holy Church spends millions of gold coins… What a complete waste of resources. If this door weren't built, perhaps millions wouldn't have to suffer in poverty," Valeria muttered, her voice laced with scorn as she stared at the lavish door.

"Indeed. This shows just how rotten the Holy Church truly is—squandering the people's hard-earned money while committing unspeakable crimes for profit. They stand for the opposite of justice," Mireya added, nodding in agreement. Her voice was calm, but the fury burning in her eyes betrayed her emotions.

Yuan noticed it immediately but chose not to say anything. He respected Mireya's privacy. Still, he was certain her anger was connected to the many elves the Holy Church had enslaved and sold like cattle for gold.

Placing his hand gently on the door, Yuan closed his eyes and extended his Divine Sense through the thick silver barrier. Within moments, he located two Holy Knights stationed at the cathedral entrance, and several more patrolling nearby.

He didn't find anyone inside the cathedral—it was completely empty. However, he did notice many people gathered inside the room adjacent to the cathedral, almost fifty in total.

Some were playing games, others were laughing and drinking, enjoying themselves without a care in the world. Among them were a few elves, clearly being used as entertainment. Slave collars were tightly secured around their necks.

Even though the elves had no intention or desire to entertain these people, they were being forced to dance and perform in lewd outfits. Their eyes were filled with shame and humiliation, but the slave collars compelled their obedience.

They had no other choice but to comply, using everything they had to please the ones who saw them as nothing more than playthings.

Witnessing this vile scene, Yuan felt an intense wave of disgust. His eyes burned with rage as he abruptly opened them, fury seething beneath his calm exterior.

Anna and Grace, standing beside him, instantly sensed his anger. They exchanged a glance and smiled softly, recognizing that his fury was completely justified.

Mireya and Sylvia, who had also observed the scene with their Divine Sense, were visibly shaken. Their expressions shifted dramatically. They trembled with anger, their eyes glowing red, and their fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

"Unforgivable… These humans have crossed the line," Sylvia muttered, her voice low but seething with fury. Her Divine Sense locked onto every single person inside the room.

"H-How dare those humans turn our people into their playthings? There is no forgiveness for this sin. They must all be eliminated!" Mireya hissed, her voice cold and sharp, dripping with venomous hatred.

Everyone in Yuan's group immediately understood—their anger had reached a breaking point. There would be no turning back for Mireya and Sylvia now.

"Calm down, Mireya. Sylvia. You'll both get your chance to kill them all and free your people from those vile collars," Yuan said in a calm, steady voice, placing a reassuring hand on both of their shoulders.

"Sorry about that…" Mireya murmured softly, lowering her head in apology.

"It's alright. We all understand your feelings. But in a situation like this, you need to remain calm. If we alert the enemy, they might take your people hostage," Yuan explained patiently, and both Mireya and Sylvia nodded slowly, understanding the reality of their mission.

"I'll open the door now. The two of you—take down the Holy Knights as swiftly and silently as possible," Yuan instructed with a composed yet serious look. Mireya and Sylvia nodded again, their expressions hardened with determination.

"Leave everything to us." Both Mireya and Sylvia spoke in unison. Their expressions were ice-cold, and the fury in their hearts had ignited into a raging inferno—one powerful enough to incinerate anyone who stood in their path.

With a single thought, Yuan channeled his Qi into the massive door, erasing every magical enchantment and barrier inscribed upon it. Then, with a light push, the massive silver door creaked open—completely silent.

The moment it opened, Mireya and Sylvia charged in at full speed. In an instant, they drew their weapons and struck down the two Holy Knights guarding the entrance to the cathedral, killing them before the victims even realized what had happened.

Their bodies collapsed onto the ground with a soft 'thud', but the sound of the heavy armor hitting the stone floor was drowned out by the wild noise coming from inside the nearby room.

After all, the Holy Knights were clad in full Holy Armor, encased from head to toe in thick plates.

"That was very fast. I'm surprised at how quickly you both took them down," Grace commented with a cold expression.

But both Mireya and Sylvia had grown accustomed to Grace's demeanor—her face remained cold even when she was pleased. Understanding that, they smiled softly, knowing their mother-in-law was proud of them.

Without wasting another moment, they moved toward the room where the Holy Knights and followers of the Holy Church were gathered, shamelessly enjoying the degrading dance of the enslaved elves.

As they approached, the sounds of cheering and drunken laughter filled the corridor. Using their Divine Sense, they saw several Holy Knights attempting to strip the helpless elves, who trembled with humiliation and fear.

"These bastards…" Yuan growled under his breath. Then, without restraint, he kicked the door with full power. It shattered into countless shards, raining down like splinters of glass.

The sudden explosion of noise jolted everyone inside the room. Their heads snapped toward the broken doorway, expressions filled with shock and confusion.

"Who dares to cause such a commotion in here?! Are you tired of living?!"

A furious voice bellowed from within, thick with irritation. A man stepped forward from the crowd, his eyes squinting toward the wreckage, searching for the intruder.

"Show yourself, you bastard! Don't hide now—it's useless!"

Another man roared angrily, stomping forward in his heavy armor. He wore no helmet, his face twisted with fury.

But before he could take another step, a massive sword pierced straight through his chest in the blink of an eye. None of them saw it coming—until it was far too late.

"Cough! Cough!" The Holy Knight spat blood violently as it surged from his mouth. His eyes dimmed to lifeless grey, and he dropped to the floor—dead on the spot.

"W-Where did that sword come from?!" Everyone in the room was shocked upon seeing a massive sword piercing through the Holy Knight's chest in the blink of an eye, killing him instantly without even letting him draw a breath.

However, at the same time, their shock quickly turned into awe as they marveled at the sword's otherworldly beauty. Its mystical glow and intricate design made it seem as if the sword had a will of its own. Despite the blood dripping from it, they all found themselves drawn to it—craving to possess it.

But just as some of them attempted to move toward it, a figure appeared beside the sword like a ghost. None of them had noticed his approach or sensed his presence until he was already there.

"You all are trash… so shut your mouths and die silently!" Yuan growled coldly as he grabbed the hilt of his sword and forcefully pulled it out of the dead knight's chest.

The crowd stared at him with wide eyes, frozen in disbelief. None of them had seen how or when Yuan had entered the room.

"You bastard!" one of the Holy Church's followers shouted, his voice dripping with fury and frustration at having their debauchery interrupted.

Before any of them could react further, Yuan's wives stormed into the room. Without hesitation, they began to cut down every person in sight, showing no mercy.

The Holy Knights quickly drew their weapons, ready to retaliate. But Yuan's speed was far beyond their comprehension—his blade danced through the air with deadly precision, beheading them one after another.

The enslaved elves, who had been forced to perform in humiliation, could only watch in horror. Blood splattered everywhere, coating the white walls in crimson. The pungent stench of blood filled the room, and a few of the elves began to vomit, overwhelmed by the chaos and gore.

Yuan and his wives, however, remained unfazed. They continued their slaughter until not a single member of the Holy Church remained alive.

None of them deserved mercy—not when they had so much blood on their hands. These were people who had shattered innocent lives for greed, left countless families in ruin, and taken pleasure in the suffering of others. Now, it was time for them to pay—with their lives.

Once the carnage ended, Mireya and Sylvia immediately turned to the corner of the room where the enslaved elves were huddled in fear. The poor elves trembled as they stared at the gruesome aftermath.

But the moment they caught sight of Mireya and Sylvia in their true forms, their fear vanished like mist under sunlight. Their expressions shifted to surprise—then joy—as tears welled up in their eyes.

"Y-Your Majesty… You came in person to save us… We're forever indebted to you!"

The elves dropped to their knees, their voices trembling with emotion as they bowed deeply. They had immediately recognized Mireya—Queen of the Elven Kingdom.

Queen Mireya Sylthariel Moonshade of Elarindor, the Twilight Veil.

"Indeed. I've come to rescue you all from your suffering… and to destroy the Holy Church," Mireya declared with a proud grin on her face as she gazed at her people.