The Captain of the Temple Knights suddenly remembered his earlier appearance of urgently advising the Saintess to flee, ready to sacrifice himself for righteousness.
It made him look like a jumping clown.
With the Saintess’s strength, these heretics weren’t even worth mentioning.
At that moment, Vylian suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness.
“You are not allowed to report that I defeated this group in one strike, understand?”
“Why?”
Vylian waved her hand, making a gesture as if to say, “This guy really doesn’t get it.”
“Because a report like that wouldn’t look good.”
“It needs to be written as sufficiently difficult and full of twists and turns, so I can get a higher score.”
“Things like me wiping them out with one Light Bullet? Even more so, you can’t write that. If it’s too simple, they won’t feel anything.”
“So it has to be that I fought back and forth with these heretics, there has to be vivid imagery, so the big shots can see my growth process and know my potential for growth.”
The Captain of the Temple Knights didn’t quite understand, but since it was the Saintess’s request, he might as well comply.
The two Archbishops had indeed asked him to evaluate the Saintess’s performance, so writing according to the Saintess’s wishes wouldn’t be a problem.
Anyway, no matter how it was written, the one who ultimately defeated the heretics was the Saintess alone.
Vylian smiled with satisfaction, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping toward the depths of the cave, a glint of understanding flashing in her eyes.
She had already seen where the true leader of this Church of Life group was.
In the deepest part of the cave, a slender figure in a black robe was frantically fleeing backward, the hem of her skirt brushing over the rubble on the ground, making small, panicked sounds.
Foco Jasway.
As the true Life Divine Messenger, there was no way she would be so easily killed.
Combat power unknown, but her survival ability was absolutely top-notch.
The reason she had constructed that white-haired male clone just now was purely because her true form looked too soft and lacked intimidation, so she used it to put up a front.
Her true form’s power was not inferior to the clone’s, and the clone’s power was equal to the true form’s.
When the two interweaved, they could even unleash terrifying combat power comparable to a level 700 powerhouse.
Yet even so, that clone had been erased as easily as crushing an ant. How could such a disparity not make her flee in panic?
‘How is the Saintess of the Holy Order so strong? When exactly did the Holy Order produce a Saintess? The Holy Order is really deep.’
As she thought this, she suddenly remembered that the Temple Knights seemed to have mentioned during their discussion that the Saintess had only been born for two or three days.
‘Anyone who believes that is an utter fool.’
‘Heh, good thing I had a trick up my sleeve. How could I stir up trouble right under the Holy Order’s nose without leaving some contingency?’
Foco dashed to the stone wall, pressing firmly on an inconspicuous protrusion with her fingertip.
The next second, the thick stone wall slowly slid open, revealing a magic array engraved with intricate patterns behind it.
A faint blue light flowed through the patterns.
This was a one-time one-way Teleportation Array she had prepared for herself long ago.
As long as she injected Magic Power to activate the array, she would be instantly teleported to a pre-set hidden base.
Then the array would completely shatter, and no matter how strong the opponent was, they wouldn’t be able to follow the magical traces to find her.
‘I thought I would never need to use this in my lifetime.’
After all, this base was in a remote location, and she was a Divine Envoy of over level 500.
Ordinary powerhouses couldn’t threaten her at all. Even if the Holy Order really sent a big shot, she could receive advance notice and calmly deal with it.
Bishops like Glen and Meili would only be able to flee with their tails between their legs if they encountered her.
Who could have thought that the Holy Order would silently dispatch a Saintess, without leaking a single bit of information before she fully developed? To play such a trick on her.
This was too insidious.
Foco didn’t think any further.
Her gaze locked tightly onto the Teleportation Array before her, and she poured a steady stream of Magic Power into it.
The originally faint blue light instantly became dazzling, the humming sound of the array’s operation grew louder, and a powerful spatial pull had already formed.
A stone remained lodged in her heart, fearing that the Saintess would see through her trick and burst in to interrupt the teleportation at the first moment.
If that happened, she would truly have no escape.
This anxiety only dissipated when the Teleportation Array fully activated and the blue light enveloped her figure.
‘Her decision to flee decisively really seems quite correct now. The Saintess is probably held up by various trivial matters along the way and has no time to bother with me, so I can take the opportunity to leave and prepare for a comeback.’
Her vision blurred, a strong spatial pull tore at her body, and the sound of wind whistled in her ears.
After a few seconds, this strange sensation completely dissipated.
According to her expectation, she should have arrived at the hidden base by now.
But when the blue light around her faded, the smile on Foco’s face instantly froze, her complexion turned as pale as paper, and extreme terror filled her eyes.
“What place is this?”
She hurriedly looked around.
There was no scene arrangement as expected, only an endless expanse of dim darkness.
The air was thick with a nauseating stench of decay, the world was shrouded in an eerie purple-black hue, and even light could barely penetrate.
The wisps of black vapor floating in the air carried a bone-piercing cold, as if they could penetrate skin and scorch the soul.
Not far away, a towering dark castle stood in the darkness, its body wrapped in a dense aura of Corrosion that made it hard to breathe.
“Corrosion…” Foco shuddered all over, her voice trembling as she spat out the word.
‘Why had I come to the Corruption Realm?’
“Who? Who did this?”
Her power of over level 500 erupted suddenly, her Mental Power extended outward, trying to find the culprit behind this.
But faintly, she could no longer feel her connection to the God. She was already in the Abyss!
This was a unique property of the Abyss—it could sever the connection between believers and their God, which is why it was called a place forsaken by the gods.
“Hello there, hehe~”
A playful yet slightly lazy female voice came from behind her without warning.
Foco stiffened, instinctively spinning around.
The Divine Power within her erupted without reservation, and her strongest strike, carrying a sharp gale, shot straight at the figure behind her. But the expected collision never happened.
That fierce attack was casually blocked by a single hand from the other party. Seeing the other’s lazy and casual demeanor, she probably hadn’t even used a tenth of her strength.
“What a temper, and such a cute human too. Eh, strange, why would a little cutie like you come here?”
In Foco’s trembling pupils, a beautiful figure was clearly reflected.
That wasn’t a human at all! Those exaggerated black horns and wings—maybe she was a Succubus! The aura of Corrosion emanating from that figure was vast and terrifying, far more suffocating than any powerhouse she had ever seen.
Foco turned to run, but her wrist was grabbed by the other.
The tail with a heart-shaped tip, like a flexible python, instantly coiled around her body, rendering her immobile.
“Hehe~ Allow me to introduce myself. I am the First General under His Majesty the Corrupt Monarch, Mimiluci Ancari. It has been so long since I’ve seen a living person.”
She sniffed lightly, and her eyes immediately lit up: “You seem to have the scent of a divine blessing on you. How about~ let me Corrupt you?”
“I think we will surely have a very pleasant time together.”
“Hehehe~ Thank you, Your Majesty, for the gift.”