I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 712 Bige's Great Fortune (Part 5)

Yes, an oracle.

According to the custom of the Celestial Realm, if a hero fails, the next hero will be selected within two to five Celestial Days. As for the specific time, it depends on the capabilities of the pantheon to which this world belongs, as well as the importance of this world to that pantheon.

In the lower realms, this means that if a hero fails, it would take several to over a decade for a new hero to descend from the heavens.

Just yesterday, everyone thought the Celestial Realm had chosen an even stronger hero to defeat Bigre, but the hero didn't appear. The higher-ups within the sect received only one message—

Bigeley will be dealt with soon.

but……

"Is this how it was resolved?"

Seeing the arrogant Bloodwing Night Clan standing in the sky, the priests stationed at the Grand Cathedral were filled with rage, their eyes blazing with fury. All sorts of divine spells and magic were ready to be unleashed. The Pope, dressed in a white robe trimmed with gold, knew he had no choice but to step forward. He sighed inwardly, praying that the gods would send a hero to deliver the final blow after they had weakened the demon to a certain extent. However, outwardly, he maintained his papal dignity and stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell:
"Bigeley! You blasphemer! How dare you trespass on sacred ground!"

However, Bigeley, who was locked onto by countless holy spells, seemed completely unfazed. She leisurely adjusted her pretty little dress and lazily raised her eyelids:

"What's all the noise about? How dare you talk like that, you grandson? Even your grandfather's generation wouldn't dare to talk to me like that!"

It has to be said that after spending so much time with players, Bigeley's speech had acquired a touch of "approachability." Upon hearing this, the Pope's face immediately darkened. He knew that arguing with this devil any further would only blaspheme his faith. He slammed his scepter down heavily:
"Holy Judgment Array! Attack!"

In an instant, the concentrated holy light wove into a net, instantly enveloping Bige!
Even the priests and knights who launched the attack didn't think this move would be effective. In front of this infamous vampire queen, legion-level spells were nothing more than a preliminary test.

Although Bigre was indeed unafraid of such attacks, she was there to cause trouble, not to be beaten. She had no intention of taking a single blow. With a flick of her fingertips, a spell configuration completely different from that of this world began to be arranged.

The elements surged into the array, but without a trace of light or shadow, Bigeley flicked her finger, and an invisible force shot out. The net woven from holy light seemed to be wrapped around a propeller, suddenly shrinking into a ball. Then, accompanied by a crackling sound of static electricity, it vanished without a trace.

"How boring. How come I never noticed before that these spells are so full of flaws?"

Bigeley unfolded a folding fan and made a ladylike gesture of covering her mouth, but her eyes were full of disdain. However, the corners of her mouth, which were hidden by the folding fan, were already stretching almost to her ears!
Cool!
So cool!
The feeling of effortlessly deflecting the enemy's attack!
Bige suddenly understood why Ghidorah loved fighting with players so much!
but……

"It's really too rough!"

Compared to Feng Xue's spellcasting habits, which originated from the folk world and involved meticulously utilizing every bit of magical power, the magic in Bige's world is characterized by its simplicity and directness.

Because elements themselves possess a certain degree of intelligence, and the aggregation of a large number of elements can even generate a certain level of intelligence, casting spells in this world is more like being a client than a programmer. You only need to convey the requirements to the elements, and as for how to achieve them, the elements will figure it out themselves.

This has led to the fact that the magic in this world, whether spells or rituals, is like a sequence of AI prompts, constructed to make it easier for elements to understand their needs, and is full of... well, how did you put it?
As long as the spell is active, don't worry about how it's active!
Bigeley recalled a joke about programming that a player called "Research Maniac" had told her, and suddenly found it surprisingly apt.

While Bigree was relaxed and cheerful, the priests of the Holy See were stunned.

Although this move wasn't meant to be the key to success, it's a bit too absurd that it collapsed so easily.

If this person is this strong, then how strong must those predecessors in the data be to suppress her?

The Pope was also at a loss, because he had seen Bigeley take action more than a decade ago, when technology was not as advanced as it is now, and in his memory, she should be a simpler and more direct type.
Shouldn't we start with a large number of bat familiars, then follow up with shadow spells, and then use a large-scale blood drain?

Little did the Pope know that this was experience Bigre had gained from playing with the players for nine years!

Those players were so skilled at using the arithmetic to interrupt her that whenever she dared to show any intention of unleashing her ultimate move, she would inevitably be interrupted by Iron Turtle shouting "You son of a bitch!"

How many fights do those idiots from the Vatican fight in a year? She, the boss, has been attacked by thousands of players every day since she transmigrated to that game world nine years ago, okay?

Although most of the playing was done by projection, she herself played just as much!
While reminiscing about the despicable players she encountered during her enlightenment in Longchang, Bige suddenly found these priests somewhat endearingly naive. After briefly sensing the ritual, she stopped talking, casually pulled out a piece of yellow paper, and began chanting:
"The fragrance is deep and resonant, the light incense permeates the heavens... The golden bird gallops like an arrow in the clouds, the jade rabbit shines like a wheel... The Southern and Northern Dippers illuminate the sky, and colorful clouds swirl and frolic... Wait, no, no!"

Perhaps because she had been constantly invoking spirits while conducting experiments with Ghidorah, when Bigeley first performed the ritual, she subconsciously started chanting incantations to summon spirits. Fortunately, she realized it early enough that she didn't accidentally invite a nature deity down with her.

However, to the priests below, Bigeley's muttering of an unknown language clearly sounded like she was chanting some terrifying magic. Seeing even the holy light of their own Grand Cathedral flicker, the Pope no longer hesitated and directly played his trump card—

"Angels are coming!"

"Fuck!"

Upon hearing those four words, Bigeley reacted instantly, abandoning all her fancy tricks and directly using her immense mental power to coordinate and unify the altars set up in the inns surrounding the Garden of Eden.

When she suddenly remembered that this was not a game world, and that the angelic descent of the Holy See was not the same as the super-level magic that the players had created that could destroy half a city in one hit, a high-density angel made of light elements and faith had already flown in front of her.

"Never mind, everything's ready."

Bigeley looked at the birdman wielding a lightsaber, and suddenly lost interest. She stretched out her blood wings and instantly rose into the air:
"Hey, I'm treating you to shrimp!"

(End of this chapter)