Primrose’s saturation instantly brightened. Whenever she was attacked or cast a spell, she emitted a holy light too pure to look at directly.
A dazzling white warm light burst forth from Primrose’s body.
This radiance was pure, sacred, carrying an unassailable majesty.
The moment the black mist touched the white light, it dissipated like snowflakes meeting a blazing fire, vanishing without a trace.
The soldiers struck down by the black mist were instantly healed, revived at full health, their bodies even stronger than when they were alive.
Most importantly, they seemed to gain immunity to that black mist.
Who could have imagined that, decades later, these very people, having been baptized by Primrose’s divine nature, would become the kingdom’s most powerful elite magical imperial guards, protecting the kingdom’s immortality and being celebrated by future generations…
The white light surged forward undiminished, shining directly onto the Horse-faced Demon General.
The Horse-faced Demon General had no time to dodge. The white light shot straight into its eyes.
“Ah—my eyes!”
The Horse-faced Demon General let out a bloodcurdling scream, dropped its battle-axe, covered its eyes with both hands, and rolled wildly on the ground.
Its eyes had been completely burned blind by the holy light.
But more painful than the scorching in its eyes were Primrose’s words.
What did she mean by immunity to immunity to instant death?
It had become one of the Twelve Demon Generals precisely because of this instant death magic—not only could it cause instant death, but it also bypassed immunity to instant death.
In this world, even those who merely possessed immunity to instant death could be counted on one hand, let alone immunity to immunity to instant death?!
And the three gods who had come before? Forget immunity to immunity to instant death—they didn’t even have simple immunity to instant death!
“You’re cheating!!” the Horse-faced Demon General screamed in agony.
This line was popular among the demon race.
A certain hero who had come earlier often said these words, and they had spread throughout the demon race later.
***
Meanwhile.
In the cathedral at the heart of the Royal Capital, Cecilia, the First Saintess of the kingdom, who had been praying, suddenly opened her eyes.
She sensed that pure sacred power.
“P-Primrose, the goddess, has truly descended!!”
Cecilia stood abruptly, grabbed her skirts, and sprinted madly toward the teleportation array.
On the battlefield.
Primrose watched the Horse-faced Demon General writhing on the ground, her mind calculating rapidly.
This demon general has to be finished off by Mom. Defeating the boss of a higher level will give a lot of experience points.
Taking advantage of the Horse-faced Demon General’s blindness and chaotic stumbling, she flew over with her mother, landing right in front of it.
“Hero, deliver the final blow. You’ll get plenty of experience points.”
Primrose pointed at the Horse-faced Demon General.
“Experience points…”
Lin Naiyue nodded, half-understanding, then immediately lifted her broken sword and strode up to the Horse-faced Demon General.
By now, the demon general could barely stand.
“How dare you bully my daughter!”
Lin Naiyue raised the broken sword high and brought it down hard on the Horse-faced Demon General’s neck.
Mom… are you sure you didn’t get that backwards? We’re the ones bullying the demon race here, right?
Primrose muttered internally.
A wet thud.
The Horse-faced Demon General’s head rolled to the ground. Its massive body crashed down.
The moment the demon general died, a dazzling golden light rose from Lin Naiyue.
Then the golden light began to flicker wildly.
Shwoosh! Shwoosh! Shwoosh!
Lin Naiyue’s level skyrocketed like a rocket, going from Level 1 straight up.
Level 10, Level 30, Level 45…
Finally, the golden light stopped at Level 50.
That level surpassed most human powerhouses.
But Mom still had no real combat experience—she had to take this seriously.
Now, Lin Naiyue felt an even more solid, more boundless surge of power filling her body.
But she let the broken sword drop to the ground and quickly turned to look at Primrose, her expression full of worry.
“Primrose, Primrose, are you hurt anywhere?”
“Your arms? Your shoulders? Hiss, could it be your face?”
Primrose quickly waved her hands, stopping her mother from rummaging through her clothes.
“No, how could I be hurt? I’m a goddess now, don’t underestimate me.”
Lin Naiyue finally let out a long sigh, her hand on her chest. “That’s good.”
Primrose’s divine sandals were the type with open toes, exposing toes like pearls and jade. They resembled open-toed sandals, with a strap separating the big toe from the others. The soles were low-heeled, and around the edges and at the heel were ornamental bows and floral knots.
At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded from afar.
Cecilia had used the teleportation array to reach this remote border town. Leading a squad of fully armed royal knights, she arrived breathless at the corpse-strewn battlefield.
When she saw the bodies of the monsters everywhere and the decapitated Horse-faced Demon General, she stood frozen in place.
A vanguard of the Demon King’s Army’s Twelve Demon Generals—dead just like that?
Cecilia swept her gaze across the battlefield and finally fixed it on Primrose.
At this moment, Primrose, having just activated her divine aura, was still bathed in a faint sacred light.
Her silver hair fluttered in the wind. Her beautiful face was cold and noble. The thick Magic Tome in her hand exuded an ancient aura.
Cecilia’s heart lurched. An unprecedented surge of fervent emotion welled up from the depths of her heart.
Primrose!
This is the supreme being she had prayed to day and night, begged and beseeched!
Without hesitation, Cecilia fell to both knees, crossing her hands over her chest.
“Goddess Primrose! Thank you for your descent! Thank you for saving the kingdom’s people!”
Cecilia’s voice trembled with excitement. As she lowered her head, she happened to gaze at Primrose’s divine sandals.
The toes were exposed, like pearls and jade. The design was a bit like open-toed sandals, with a strap separating the big toe from the others.
The soles were low, not high, and looked steady to walk in.
The edges of the shoes were adorned with bows, and there were floral knots at the heels. The entire pair of shoes emitted a faint, warm fluorescent glow.
Seeing this, Cecilia even felt the urge to prostrate herself and kiss the ground beneath Primrose’s feet.
But with so many people around, she held herself back.
“We welcome the descent of Goddess Primrose!”
The royal knights behind her and the surviving soldiers on the battlefield followed suit, kneeling down and crying out for the gods’ blessings.
“Ahem. My faithful followers, rise. There’s no need to be so formal.”
Although Primrose was puzzled as to why the kingdom worshiped her, for now she had to put on a front and get through this.
As Cecilia looked up, her gaze flickered to Lin Naiyue, who was standing dumbly beside Primrose.
In that instant, a deeply concealed flash of jealousy and contempt passed through Cecilia’s eyes.
That short, pink-haired dwarf. She’s only standing beside the goddess by virtue of being a hero, receiving the goddess’s special care.
Just like those nobles, born with silver spoons in their mouths, who never know the suffering of the common people, and even think being born into privilege makes them superior—treating that as a correct value system.
Disgusting!
Cecilia lowered her head, perfectly hiding that flicker of emotion.