It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 725 The Saintess Who Prays

"what--"

After opening her mouth, Vimir underwent an examination by Chatis.

"You seem fine. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"N-nothing...what's outside?"

Even inside the room, the deafening roar could be heard outside.

Shatis only glanced at her.

"You slept for a long time."

She then briefly recounted the events of the past few months to her, using language that would avoid any misinterpretation.

"Become...become a god!?"

Before Vimir could react, she felt as if an eternity had passed.

When I became aware of it, summer hadn't even arrived yet, and now it's almost autumn.

"You don't need to be in such a hurry. Wait until your magic power stabilizes first. Someone else will handle the military matters."

"He...he?"

"do not know."

Chatty told them the truth.

After thinking for a moment, Vimir stood up.

“Then I will go too,” she said, her gaze becoming slightly more composed. “If this is the Holy Maiden’s divine war, I must go.”

"..."

Shatis glanced at her slowly.

She had always felt that she was relying on him too much, but in reality... no, perhaps that's why she understood what she was doing.

Because she believed that person must be working hard in the shadows.

I really don't know whether to call it resilience.

Still, it's ignorance.

"You understand what this means, right?"

"I……"

Vimilton paused for a moment, then said, “I don’t know how far I can go, but if it comes to this, I won’t back down.”

The war of the gods twenty years ago, the Pope's ascension to godhood, and everyone's battle...

If all of this revolves around her.

She didn't want them to fight alone.

"I need to confirm your control over magic first."

Without hesitation, Vimir extended her right hand, allowing the magic of the elements to manifest in her hand one by one.

Water, light, wind, earth, fire.

Finally, there is darkness.

The six elements rotated around her palm in turn.

"Very stable."

"That's what Shatis commented."

She really couldn't find anything to criticize; to be able to control the power of the elements to this extent, she truly possessed a divinely bestowed talent.

Magic power...

Back when she was at the Five Elements stage, she could no longer detect the actual depth.

"I will go with you."

Shatis looked at her and nodded. "Since you are willing to take on this responsibility, assisting you is also a way for me to complete the task that I was unable to complete in the past."

"Shattytie..."

Without time for reflection, the two quickly tidied up and arrived at the warship's command room. Lovely and Arttana were both taken aback when they saw her.

"you're awake?"

"Waaah... I'm so sorry everyone."

Although I didn't feel any changes, my mind was still a little foggy when I first woke up.

Mena looked over calmly.

"It's okay, I haven't done much work anyway."

"..."

Don't make it sound so legitimate to fish in troubled waters!
Lovely's face darkened as she looked at Vimier: "That guy is unreachable right now, why don't you wait for him..."

"Do not."

Vimiel shook her head.

"To be honest, I'm still pretty confused..." she said blankly. "But I can't put all my hopes on him. At least... at least I want to do what I should do before he comes back."

"..."

There was a few seconds of silence in the command room.

“You think we’re all waiting for him?” Lovely said resentfully. “This isn’t the first time he’s disappeared in the past few months. No, it’s almost as if he’s never bothered with us at all!”

"Eh? Mmm..."

Could it be...

Waaah, I must have fallen asleep and gone off to find another saintess.

"We're the ones handling the army's operations and strategies! This guy just disappears the next day after leaving something up!! Sometimes he only comes back late at night, and then he's gone again in the morning!"

Lovely is almost turning into a demon.

Vimir swallowed hard, feeling that a lot had happened during this time... Then, she...they... "Although I don't want to interrupt your complaints about someone," Philica said from the side, "the current situation of the war is not optimistic for us."

The group looked over.

The blue dots on the map are clustered quite densely, and their armies have completed the adjustment in the first instance. However, in this situation, the most crucial thing is that the Pope is constantly absorbing divine power. If he cannot break the deadlock, then no matter how outstanding his perseverance is, it will be meaningless.

"The battle has intensified at this crucial moment..."

They had already pushed forward to the front lines, and everything was going as they expected. After capturing the breach, all they needed to do was have their strongest men clear the way and reach the center of the plain, which would put the Pope at a disadvantage.

They certainly didn't have a massive legion of gods like the Temple of War.

However, under the tactical arrangement, the left and right flanks extended and advanced to draw fire, while the central army advanced to the area below the plain. Their army size and high-end combat power far surpassed those of the Temple of War.

Just didn't expect it.

After the army was integrated and arrayed, the number of gods appearing on the battlefield suddenly increased considerably, and they began to use some destructive methods. The Temple of War God did nothing and was also under attack from divine power.

In other words, luck.

Admittedly, they ran into a bad time. According to those familiar with that period of history, there was at least a three-month gap between when they entered the battlefield and now the fighting is raging, twenty years ago.

It happened in just one day.

Even if the central army can still advance, without the cover of the flanks, it will be unable to make any progress, and reaching the center of the plain will likely result in a trapped and isolated situation.

"Let me try..."

"What do you want to do?"

“I…” Vimir nodded, “I want to provide shelter for the entire battlefield.”

Everyone paused for a second and glanced at her.

what?
Fifteen minutes later,
Vimir stood on the deck of the warship and took a deep breath.

Although I don't know exactly how far I can go, I feel that this is what I can do right now.

After all, we can't let you underestimate us.

Hey.

After a moment, she closed her eyes and began to softly chant:
Surrounded by the Garden of Pure Water,

"A song spoken through prayer..."

You are the sea's comfort, soothing fragile wounds;

You are the listener of the rain, melting away the ups and downs of the world;

"Coming from the clouds, speaking from the ear;"

Please wash away the filth from your body here;

Please, here, wander through that unreachable night;

Let the light illuminate our path forward, and let us find the peace that is rightfully ours on earth.

"Follow my prayer;"

"Descended into this world, neither falling nor descending."

A bright blue light gradually appeared on the horizon of the battlefield. The people who were retreating back to the mouth of the canyon were fighting hard and had no time to pay attention to the light.

But it was just too bright.

The blue-clad guard, who had just withdrawn his sword, slashed through the gaps in the knight's armor and looked up. The light shone on the earth, turning it a pure blue, like the moon... no, like the sun.

More and more people are noticing this scene.

They initially thought it was an attack by a second-level god, but they were too caught up in the struggle to break through the encirclement and exhausted from the past few days to pay attention. However, the light enveloped them.

The next moment, they felt the pain disappear from their bodies, and the fatigue receded like a tide.

"This is……?"

The knight, who had his hand outstretched, was slightly taken aback as he watched the blue light spots fall on him.

The priestess, battling the behemoth, tore through the flames, her magic surging as she looked up in surprise.

The warrior from the North fell to the ground, then sat up and stared blankly at his uninjured body, as if he had returned to the embrace of the god of the North.

"This is?"

Elfa reached out and caught the blue light; magic flowed through her palm, healing her source of life.

Marcus grinned maliciously, his body covered in blood. The next moment, his expression froze, as if he had somehow regained his senses from the battle and looked up at the night sky.

Urs sat on the ground with his head bowed, light falling from his forehead. His lifeless pupils glanced at him, and the next moment he stood up again and gripped his sword.

Liya Lan stood on the mountaintop, gazing in the direction where the light spots fell like a drizzle. Looking up, all she could see was a sky full of tiny lights, scattered across the entire sky.

"This is?"

As the points of light enveloped the night sky like dust after a storm, scattering a star-blue glow, the entire earth seemed to be healed in an instant, and everyone's magic and mental power simultaneously returned to their best level.

This astonishing scene was completely baffling; the only thing that could be known was that everyone on Earth had been healed.

"Could this be...?"

Realizing this, everyone looked up again in the direction of the blue light. The Pure Wishes Prayer, as dazzling as the sun, reflected the same light in their eyes, as if they could hear a soft chant coming from there, and their eyes widened slightly.

now.

This was the only thing they could think of doing.

The reason and motivation for this, and the power to do so, are...

Liya Lan lowered her head slightly to the side.

"Yes."

She closed her eyes and spoke slowly.

He then raised his head again under everyone's gaze.

"That is our saintess."

"Vimi Fontdiste, the 'Saint of Pure Wishes'."

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