Alien Hotel.

Chapter 703 Yu Sheng's Traditional Arts
The way this "living saint" acts is obviously more straightforward and brutal than everyone imagined. Yu Sheng is very curious whether this is due to the pre-set behavior of a "living saint" or the influence of the nameless saintess's mind.

After all, in theory, a living saint is a "hybrid life" forged from the souls of hundreds or thousands of artificial saintesses, and all personality traits of those souls have been erased during the forging process. However, an unexpected situation has occurred, and the soul of the "Candy Girl" who was finally fused in was protected in advance and withstood the subsequent "forging" process.

So, in terms of the result, this "living saint" is now equivalent to one of a thousand blank souls suddenly waking up, and this one awakened one is currently driving this body "forged from a thousand souls".

It is both one in a thousand and the entirety of a thousand souls.

The pure white "artificial angel" floated quietly in mid-air, its blurry face seemingly staring intently at Yu Sheng, as if waiting for the next command, or perhaps it had simply entered some kind of "standby" mode like Luna.

Yu Sheng could hardly discern her expression from that blurry face.

"Can you talk?" he asked curiously.

The living saint remained motionless, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

"It feels... like the reaction is a little strange," Hu Li muttered to herself, "but it seems like it can understand what we're saying."

The little doll crossed its arms and looked serious: "Maybe it hasn't woken up yet."

Yu Sheng felt that the little thing was talking nonsense, but he couldn't find any way to refute it.

Regardless, they have now found a passage.

At the end of the Holy Light Hall forged from crystal, a gap was cleaved open in the thick crystalline barrier, wide enough for several people to walk side by side. Rolling heat emanated from the vicinity of the gap, while a faint light flowed within, and the crystalline structure extending far outward could be vaguely seen.

Yu Sheng led Hu Li over cautiously for a look and saw the faintly glowing passage sloping and extending deep underground.

The living saint's single beam of light was certainly not enough to penetrate the entire stratum; this gap clearly only broke through part of the outer shell of this underground facility, connecting to some areas deeper inside.

"What's that place if we go down from here?" Yu Sheng asked curiously, turning around.

The living saint floated behind him without uttering a sound.

"Alright, at least it's a road. Let's go down and check the situation first."

Yu Sheng shook his head and muttered something to himself before walking forward.

But he quickly turned around and found Luna still standing in the hall, looking somewhat lost in thought.

"Luna?" Yu Sheng frowned, a hint of worry creeping in.

Luna usually daydreams and gets lost in thought, but today was clearly different. In just a short while, she had daydreamed more times than usual.

Luna didn't speak. She looked at the place, and the psionic resonance in the surrounding environment made her consciousness somewhat dazed.

She saw many figures.

Those figures stood in the hall, some clear, some blurry, their gazes hidden in every prism on the irregular crystal clusters.

The minds of countless artificial saintesses are connected here—those who have died, those who are not yet dead, and those who are dying.

She even felt as if she saw several familiar faces—a sister from the next village, whom she had only seen from afar when she was a child, riding in a church carriage; a sister who had once gone to war with her, but she could no longer remember her name or her real face; and a junior who had died in a mission, whom the priests said was buried in the temple garden, but now that empty face was imprisoned in a crystal wall.

She gave a mumbled response and silently followed behind Yu Sheng.

The group entered the passage cleaved open by the light cannon. The living saint floated in front of them, remaining silent as if he were actively acting as their guide.

After a while, Yu Sheng and his group suddenly stopped.

The passage ended, but instead of the hidden entrance to the Second Eden, it led to another enclosed hall.

This hall was clearly buried deeper than the previous facilities, and its atmosphere was even more mysterious and unusual.

Towering white stone pillars support the high dome, and shimmering light floats above the hall. The pillars divide the space into twelve high walls, each made of luminous crystals. The style of the entire space is completely unlike the buildings Yu Sheng has seen on the surface of this planet, but rather seems to be a recreation of the creations of another civilization.

There were no cultists in sight in the entire hall, nor were there any technologically advanced devices. Only a huge white crystal cluster stood in the center of the hall, with streams of light flowing from the dome into the tip of the cluster, making a buzzing sound in the process.

“This thing…” Eileen jumped off Yu Sheng’s shoulder, ran over and quickly circled the crystal cluster twice, “It doesn’t look like the Gate of Eden.”

Yu Sheng opened his mouth, just about to ask the living saint next to him something (although he might not get any response), when he suddenly felt someone tug at his sleeve.

He turned his head and saw Luna standing behind him, looking anxious and wanting to say something.

Then he was in a daze, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the cathedral of the wilderness of souls.

A blonde girl in a nun's gown stood before her. Before she could even speak, she took a deep breath.

"This is the control center for the artificial saintess and the brass knight!" Yu Sheng: "...Huh?!"

“Um, actually I’m not sure if I should call it that, but I see many sisters’ souls connected to this place, and the Bronze Knights were created as companion troops to the artificial saintess, so their control is also tied to this place,” Luna said quickly. “Even if this isn’t the highest control center, it’s at least a gathering place. I have an idea, I don’t know if it will work, but I think I can communicate with them, as long as you can find a way to establish…”

A holy light drifted past the edge of their vision. Luna stopped in surprise halfway through her sentence, turning her head to see a winged figure slowly floating over the cathedral.

"How will she get in later...?"

Luna instinctively opened her mouth, but before she could finish speaking, she saw the figure float through the wall and out. After a while, it floated out from the ground in another direction and slowly hung on the roof.

It looked like a chandelier, radiating brilliant light.

Yu Sheng's eyes twitched: "...I think it's perfectly reasonable for her to be able to come in."

But he really hadn't expected the other person to be so familiar and comfortable after floating in.

As they were talking, the pure white figure floated down again and sat on the first row of seats in the church hall, standing motionless and in a daze.

Eileen's voice echoed in Yu Sheng's mind: "Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng! That ghost is gone! It just vanished without a trace!"

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the "artificial angel" who was sitting on the bench in a daze.

"She actually entered through physical means?!"

Luna opened her mouth, and this time it was her turn to speak: "I think it's perfectly reasonable for her to be able to physically enter."

“‘The ghost’ is over there, in the Cathedral of Souls,” Yu Sheng switched his attention back to the real world, turned to Eileen and said, then immediately focused his attention on the large crystal in front of him, “I have an idea now.”

Before he finished speaking, a holy white light emerged from the air beside him. The "artificial angel" poked half its body out from the wilderness of souls and floated in mid-air, quietly watching him, seemingly curious about what he was going to say next.

The little doll sprang up and quickly climbed onto Yu Sheng, shouting, "...This thing is just like a female ghost!!"

Even the fox next to him subconsciously rubbed several balls of foxfire, and a bunch of tails behind him suddenly exploded like cotton candy.

However, the fox girl was much more composed than Eileen. She quickly realized what was happening, and while putting away her foxfire, she stroked her tail and looked up at Yu Sheng: "My benefactor, what idea do you have now?"

Yu Sheng thought for a moment, then raised a hand: "I see a strong connection between the Holy Maiden Legion and the Brass Knights. Perhaps we should... let's..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared.

Yu Sheng's blood spurted out.

At the same time, deep within the Temple Mountains and the bunker.

The priestly group, seeking emergency refuge, gathered in this defensive facility. The battle situation from all over the planet was constantly transmitted to the bunker through the information link. The atmosphere in the air was filled with anxiety, fear, and unease, yet also with a strange restlessness, fanaticism, and excitement.

The heretics have occupied space orbit, planetary bombardment continues, and more and more border troops are landing in various parts of the Holy Land via landing craft. The tenacious Guardian Army soldiers are relying on surface fortifications to repeatedly fight the invaders for key factories and starports. The home planet is in an unprecedented crisis, but it has not yet fallen.

The distress signal has been sent, and reinforcements are on their way from a nearby planet. The reserve forces are not yet exhausted, but the enemy is also coming in droves.

Today may be the day of martyrdom, or it may be the day of the Holy Rebirth.

Many people thought of death, but no one thought of surrender, because everyone knew that neither side would accept the other's surrender in this war.

The Holy See sat among the priests, and the gentle radiance emanating from him illuminated the hall of the underground command post, inspiring everyone and strengthening their wavering hearts.

A high-ranking priest looked up and saw brass knights clad in heavy armor guarding the various entrances and exits of the hall, the surface of their force field greatswords shimmering with a trustworthy glow.

Several artificial saintesses stood in the shadows of the corridor, protecting the place.

They were strong enough to hold off thousands of invaders, and even if the bunkers were breached, this defensive force could buy enough time for the Order's command center to relocate to a deeper bunker.

However, at that moment, the blond man surrounded by the priests suddenly raised his head.

The gentle, calm glow that lingered in the air began to stir with unsettling turmoil.

A priest who was closest to the throne spoke up instinctively: "Your Holiness, you..."

“Node contamination,” the blond man stood up abruptly, his voice low, “results have deviated, exceeding the threshold.”

The next second, his figure disappeared into a turbulent holy light.

The high-ranking priests exchanged bewildered glances: "...?"

(End of this chapter)