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

Chapter 737 You Seem to Be a Bit Too Yin Shen Sect

Sheila witnessed the latter part of the situation from behind the curtain.

Even though she was worried about being discovered and didn't get too close, she still saw what was happening from a distance.

"—!"

Niejie screamed in terror.

The prophets of the Church of the Origin of All Things reacted immediately. Tree roots and curses suddenly bloomed in mid-air, but Hera had already released her dagger and hid behind the curtain, looking at the believers behind her through the shadows.

"let's start."

As she spoke in a cold tone, more than 10,000 followers of the Yin God Cult and heretics jumped out from behind the curtain, and Sheila returned to her place, appearing coldly from mid-air in a black dress.

She looked down at the back of the Church of Origin, which was in turmoil.

The high priest was right after all.

If they appeared earlier like the other saintesses, they would face the same challenges they had just experienced, and being trapped on the plains battlefield would not give them any advantage.

Now, the other few families have borne the brunt of it all, preserving their power until the very end.

"Why!!"

"why me!!"

Despite being heavily protected, Niejie was in excruciating pain. Her face was deathly pale as she screamed and questioned the dignified girl in the black dress above her.

Sheila glanced at her expressionlessly.

"We already knew about the mole you sent, but we didn't expose him and he was cooperating with you."

But that's not what Nege's focus is on at all.

"Why are you targeting me? Why don't you assassinate the other saintesses?! Isn't it the Church of Prayer who has a grudge against you?!"

Hillary's response was devoid of emotional fluctuation:
"Are you teaching me how to do it?"

Nege's face froze instantly, and no matter how high-level the healing techniques used by the surrounding prophets, they were all ineffective in treating the wound on her chest.

"Quick...quick, think of something! It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Tears welled in her eyes from the pain, but she couldn't care less about the attack on her rear. What use was the army if she couldn't survive?

She betrayed Elita, but what does that have to do with the Cult of the Shadows? Shouldn't they be happy to have eliminated their enemy for them...?

Why... why me of all people...?

Sheila did not respond to her gaze.

She had witnessed everything that had just happened. They had gone back on their word and stabbed the Holy Maiden of the Temple of War in the back. They were just waiting for the Holy Maiden of the Melody to reveal a flaw after the plan succeeded. The High Priest had already seen through everything.

Chaham had questioned how they could be so certain that the Holy Maiden of the Harp would take action, and the High Priest hadn't actually said it would involve anything as specific as stabbing someone in the back. He only mentioned some past examples, saying that they would understand when they saw each other. At the time, he even used a word, what was it again... right, it seemed to be "sound signature"! Chaham pondered this word for a long time.

When I did it myself just now, I felt a great sense of satisfaction, and even a sense of satisfaction that the other person deserved it.

However, Sheila did not kill her.

According to the High Priest, this is called "driving the situation to force one side to use extreme measures." I certainly have much to learn from the High Priest! Truly worthy of the High Priest!

So now, it's completely useless for the Holy Maiden of the Harp to turn the tide and deal with them. Only the core area of ​​the battlefield has the opportunity to hide some possible means. Now their Holy Maiden is seriously injured, and their rear is being constantly devoured and pressured by them. The Church of the Origin of All Things is now being whipped from behind and put on their chariot.

Even the other saints remained silent for a long time after hearing the plan, their eyes looking at the high priest with a somewhat complicated expression.

You seem to be a bit too much of a Yin-Yang cultist.

……

On the other side of the battlefield, Lia Lan, Vimir, and others also noticed the commotion behind the Church of the Origin of All Things.

Liya Lan's eyes revealed a cold indifference devoid of any warmth.

She would rather accept the Demon God's aid than cooperate with the Yin God Sect. If he hadn't made it clear that the other party's Holy Maiden was someone he had infiltrated and gradually supported, she would never have tolerated them appearing in her sight and would have torn them to pieces long ago.

“Hila…”

"have you seen?"

Lialan glanced at Vimir beside her. It wasn't surprising that they had also appeared in Melendal, but she would never let her guard down with these people.

Vimiel smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Eh...hehehe..."

I even served as the High Priestess of the Yin Goddess for her... However, Sheila did indeed become a true saintess; she seems to have a very powerful aura.

She looked so young and inexperienced back then; she's grown up so fast...

As the powerful figures battled the Church of the Origin of All Things, the second-level gods and deities from the Temple of War tried to pull Elida out of the egg of the gods, but they were unable to do so.

"Your Holiness, why?"

The second-level god's tone was more like a cold interrogation than an inquiry.

A white-haired angel swooped down from the sky; her body was scarred and battered, but she still managed to shout out:
"Don't you understand? The Pope is just using you!! He's sending you to the battlefield because you won't agree to his plan! Given the chance, your fate will be the same as the Saintess's!"

“Don’t say that, Finelle Alvarez.”

The Pope's cold voice came from the Egg of God.

"It's not that I didn't give the Holy Maiden a chance. If she could win this war, I could gather the power of the entire continent and then focus on dealing with the anomalies of fate. It would be a good thing for the continent to absorb the power it generated and prevent it from being used by others in the future, wouldn't it?"

"You... bastard!!"

The Pope remained unmoved by Elita's curses, which had half her body embedded in the ground.

"The root cause of all this is simply that you lost to the Fifth Princess of the Lion Garden and the Church of Prayer," the Pope said coldly. "I did not hesitate to give you all the help I could, yet you still lost. Now you are unwilling to bear the consequences of your defeat in the war?"

"What's the reason?"

The second-level god's tone remained indifferent. "You are so fixated on the reasons for becoming a god."

They would never agree to such a plan. What reason could possibly justify abandoning everything the temple currently possesses in order to elevate the Pope to godhood?

The Pope laughed, a loud and unrestrained laugh, but the people of the Temple of War heard a hint of self-mockery in his laughter.

"Hahaha……"

The Pope gradually quieted down, and his tone became calmer.

"Do you know how many divine omens the Temple of War has received in the past 1,200 years since it entered the mainland?"

The people around frowned. How could they possibly know that this was a divine oracle that only the successive popes were qualified to receive, to hear the prophecy given by the God of War on the throne of God? Neither saints nor cardinals had such authority.

"Then I'll tell you."

The Pope smiled.

"It's zero."

"In these twelve hundred years, the God of War has never issued any divine decrees to the Second Continent."

The surrounding deities and temple warriors were slightly taken aback, while the expressions on the faces of the second-level gods were much better.

The Pope seemed to want them to realize how ironic this was.

"Isn't it ironic that we act in the name of the God of War, claiming to be his followers, and for the past 1,200 years have been dealing with disputes, suppressing disasters and unrest in the history of the continent? Yet the gods have never paid any attention to us. Our legitimacy is even less than that of folk sects like the Prayer Church and the Sun Flame Church, which claim to bestow divine blessings. For a full 1,200 years, we have been the ones who have been using this name. All the actions that we claim to have been prophesied by the God of War are actually decisions made by the Temple of the God of War itself, and have absolutely no relation to the present god."

"..."

The crowd fell silent for a moment. Did this mean that their campaigns did not represent the God of War's intentions at all?

"But the divine core..."

"You actually believe in such an ethereal thing and interpret it as 'divine will'?" the Pope said coldly. "Do you understand? Even the Yin God Cult has a chief god, but we don't."

He smiled sarcastically.

"Although they no longer exist, that's why they worship the saintess."

"Twenty years ago, His Holiness the former Pope was dissatisfied with the decisions made by the various churches regarding the manifestation of God. However, no matter how many times he went to the throne of God to consult the God of War, repeatedly explaining the seriousness of the problem and the consequences it would bring, he could only conclude that he was talking to himself the whole time."

"After doing this for five months, he went mad. Since a war of gods was bound to happen, he wanted to ask whether this was the result the God of War wanted."

"Thus, the magnificent feat of revealing the destiny hidden behind the starry sky to the world and carrying out the war festival came about. After all, in his view, no matter what he does now, it is the 'will of the God of War,' since even though he proposed such a crazy plan to solve the problem, the empty silence in the throne of the gods did not raise even a single question to him."

"..."

"Then let everyone see how the God of War decides the fate of the world."

"These are the exact words of the former Pope to me. Therefore, after inheriting his mantle, my only wish is to confront this deity and ask him why he made us walk in the darkness without stars for twelve hundred years, and to ask those popes and bishops who carried lies and deception in their efforts to solve the continent's disasters."

Did their deaths have any value?

"Was our effort ultimately worthwhile? I cannot go to my grave with this unanswered regret."

Everyone in the Hall of War Gods fell silent and lowered their heads.

Is their so-called legitimate reason for suppressing unrest on behalf of the gods just a deception?

In this war that has lasted for so many days, they also saw the God whom the churches worshipped twenty years ago, and stood up with the spirits of the fallen, but there was no doubt that their God was not among them.

"..."

Sensing the heavy atmosphere over there, Goodman smashed the skull of a guardian with a single punch, then stood up and curled his lip.

Humanity's misinterpretation of the gods' meaning... but for them, twelve hundred years is indeed a long time.

Ok……

That person only became active in the last tens of thousands of years.

He doesn't really understand this human desire for repeated confirmation.

Perhaps because of their short lifespans, after a few generations, they completely forget what happened back then. Then, the newcomers begin a new life, questioning the veracity of the messages left by their predecessors, and needing to verify them personally. Humans are truly a peculiar species, but it is precisely because of this that their entire race is constantly trying to explore new things.

However, for the gods...

It is neither a duty nor an obligation to answer such questions every few centuries.

Even if they did answer, it might not be a good thing for them. Just like how doubts resurface every few generations, human thoughts are just too easily corrupted.

Not interfering in their affairs is actually the best outcome for them; otherwise, the existence of this continent might not even be guaranteed today.

Modern gods do not need human faith, so they will not cater to them like the ancient gods did.

If a supreme god intervenes every few hundred years, it means that more than one supreme god would do so. Given that a single hand can inflict indelible damage on the continent, the destruction of humanity would be almost inevitable.

Goodman couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

If twelve hundred years is a long time for them, then even after so much time has passed, humanity is still just as stubborn as ever.

but……

He slowly raised his head again and looked at the few people whose names had been left behind on the outskirts of the battlefield.

It is precisely because there are always places willing to guide and lead them.

That's why this world has never been abandoned.

Luo Wei: "..."

He rose from the battlefield, sword in hand, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

He seemed to see the figure of the goddess of pure water.

(End of this chapter)