It felt so good to be close to the witch!

As the clock struck eight, the bells rang again, and the golden halo surrounding the Cathedral of Purity spread out, covering the entire city and showering it with golden light.

Following that, the Virgin Mary emerged from the Cathedral of Purity, and her divine dance further heightened the atmosphere of faith throughout the hall.

At this very moment, Roy was standing atop the Cathedral of Purity, watching the "grand event" below.

Golden faith power surrounded him, causing his aura to completely disappear from everyone's perception. Even the nineteen fourth-tier Saintly Realm professionals watching the ceremony below did not notice his presence.

The reason for this is that Tristle has given Roy control over a portion of the power of faith. This is one of the characteristics of the "Pure Saintess" class. Although it is the world's strongest hidden class, it does not prevent the "Pure Saintess" class from being created with the original intention of being a support class.

Being the strongest has little to do with being a support, right?

Of course, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the "divine descent ritual", Tristle could only give Roy control of 20% of the power of faith.

Even this 20% gave Roy a huge shock.

The power of faith is a product of magic and the will of all beings. Its nature is extremely complex. If used rashly, it will not only fail to strengthen oneself, but will also be affected by the will of all beings within it, thus causing one to lose oneself.

But the faith power gathered in the holy city of Calron is different.

It is unknown what method the Pure Church used, but this power of faith is extremely pure, with almost negligible personal emotions mixed in. Although it will still cause irreversible effects after long-term use, it is fine for short-term use.

With the blessing of faith, Roy could feel that his physical strength had been terrifyingly enhanced in all aspects. Before the power of faith was exhausted, he even had the feeling that he could defeat his former self with a single punch.

Unfortunately, the power of faith can only enhance physical strength; it has no effect on improving his fighting spirit or talent.

It's not surprising that battle aura can't be enhanced, since the systems are completely different, but Roy finds it a bit hard to understand why talent can't be enhanced.

Given the profound connection between the innate [unlimited desire] and "lust," the power of faith generated by these deities who worship the authority of "lust" is unable to have any effect on it.

Although there were some regrets, Roy was still very satisfied.

The blessing of faith was an unexpected bonus, and with this blessing, he had even more confidence in achieving his mission goals.

The divine descent ceremony proceeded smoothly and in an orderly manner according to the established procedures.

As Kagura's dance came to a perfect close and the golden light faded, the pure saintess, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, began the final step—the prayer ceremony.

On the high platform, Tristle appeared gentle and composed, but what outsiders didn't know was that she was extremely nervous inside.

She really wanted to help the executor, but "prayer" is not as simple as just posing on the surface; it requires the person performing the ritual to be fully engaged and cannot afford to be distracted.

Her suggestion to ask other fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners for help was also rejected by the Agent.

Aside from her protection by the power of faith, no other fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners could resist the contamination of the black mud. Once tainted by the black mud, they would turn into terrifying, deformed monsters, not only unable to help but also causing obstacles.

Therefore, the task of shattering the giant black heart can only be accomplished by Roy alone.

"I entrust everything to you, Lord Agent..."

The girl prayed silently, then took a deep breath and began to adopt a "prayer" posture.

However, unlike in the past, her beliefs have changed, and her "pleading for mercy" posture has taken a subtle turn.

The part about praying for divine mercy remains unchanged; however, the action that originally symbolized the removal of physical and mental defilement and the return of the body to "purity" has been altered.

Such changes have also brought about transformations.

A dazzling golden light shot into the sky. Roy, standing atop the Pure Cathedral and very close to the point of origin of the golden light—a huge pure white cross—discovered that this time, the golden light was much larger in scale than during the previous mission, and the energy fluctuations within it were subtly different, becoming even more powerful.

The thought in his mind was fleeting; the instant he saw the golden light rise, all of Roy's attention was focused on a certain spot above the golden light.

With a "crack," a huge, dark purple, tree-shaped crack appeared in the sky, followed by pitch-black cracks that covered the entire sky.

Black rain fell, and the world changed abruptly.

The sudden change shocked and bewildered everyone. Only the pure saint Tristelle on the high platform, while maintaining her "prayer" posture, controlled the golden light formed by the power of faith to soar into the sky, trying to connect with the supreme god, and barely managed to glance at the top of the Pure Cathedral out of the corner of her eye.

Under her gaze, a huge black heart appeared out of thin air, blocking the golden light of faith.

"Catastrophe has arrived..."

Tristle felt an intense chill run through her. Although she had learned about the "Cataclysm" from the Agent, she still felt terrified when it actually happened.

She could not stop her "pleading" posture, because once the golden light of faith disappeared, no one could predict what kind of destruction the unchecked source of the black mud—the giant black heart—would bring.

The fourth-tier Saintly Professions watching the ceremony around the high platform reacted very quickly. They could not stop the dramatic changes in the sky, nor were they able to stop them, but the huge black heart that appeared above the Holy City of Calron and blocked the golden light of faith was within their capabilities.

Although they didn't know what this thing was, it didn't stop them from smashing it.

"call out!"

The sound of air being torn apart rang out one after another. The speed of the fourth-tier Saintly Realm professionals had already broken the sound barrier. Less than 0.1 seconds after the giant black heart appeared, they took to the air and rushed straight to its location.

Just then, the enormous black heart high in the sky gave a "thump".

A visible black pulse wave spread out, attempting to sweep towards the bodies of the approaching fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners. Its speed far exceeded the reaction limits of these fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners.

Their pupils contracted sharply. From this black pulse, they felt an unprecedented horror. Their souls trembled violently. Instinctively, they knew that once swept by this black pulse, an unimaginable "great terror" would occur.

But at this moment, they had no way to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the black pulse got closer and closer to them.

In the critical moment, a brilliant golden light blocked the black pulse.

Having learned some information about the "catastrophe" in advance, Tristle was naturally prepared.

The timely appearance of golden light of faith blocked the spread of the black pulse. However, this golden light of faith did not come out of thin air. Instead, it was diverted from the golden light pillar of faith that Tristell was using to restrain the giant black heart. At this moment, the power of the golden light of faith weakened, and the surface of the giant black heart became brighter, with a shimmering halo.

The nineteen fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners had not yet recovered from the relief of escaping death when they saw the giant black heart about to emit another pulse, and despair immediately appeared in their eyes.

At this moment, facing the "catastrophe," they were no longer the almost omnipotent, the strongest beings below the gods in the eyes of the world. They were no different from weak ordinary people, and could only wait in fear for death to come.

At the critical moment.

A streak of crimson-gold light shot into the sky from the Pure Cathedral, arriving near the enormous black heart in an instant.

What is that?

Is this the Church of Purity's "trump card"?

A glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of all the fourth-tier Saintly Art practitioners.

Not far away, on the high platform, the pure saint Tristle also had a strong light in her eyes.

"Go for it, Agent!"

High in the sky, Roy was surrounded by intense golden light.

This golden light was not pure battle aura, but rather a crimson-colored golden light formed by the entanglement of blood, battle aura, and the power of faith.

At this moment, Roy's body was covered with countless blood vessels, a sign that his body was overwhelmed after entering the "destruction" state.

His physical strength was already very high, and with the blessing of the power of faith, he entered the realm of "legend".

Based on this, the resulting state of "destruction" was beyond what his current body could withstand.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

All he needs is one all-out, all-out attack!

Looking at the enormous black heart so close to him, Roy grinned maliciously and slashed down heavily with his Starfire Blade.

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Brian, the unfortunate soul caught in the crossfire of the war to annihilate the Space Witches, initially thought so too.

Until he discovered that he could obtain magic, talent, ability, and authority from the opposite sex who evoked emotional fluctuations in him.

Brian looked at the witches who were hailed as the embodiment of calamity.

"So witches are actually quite adorable!"

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The crimson flames, enveloped in blood mist, appeared even more chilling.

Wherever the blade passed, jagged, pitch-black cracks appeared in the air—a strange phenomenon caused by the blade's speed far exceeding the speed of sound, shattering the air in the area it passed through and briefly creating a vacuum.

In a state of "destruction," fueled by the power of faith, this strike exhausted all of Roy's power, aiming to shatter the corrupt source, the enormous black heart that distorts all things.

The intense sharpness caused the black halo on the surface of the giant black heart, which sensed the danger, to flicker violently. In the next instant, a black pulse wave, several times more turbulent than before, spread out. Roy, who was at close range, did not even have a chance to dodge before being swept away by the black pulse wave.

It's hard to describe what that feeling was like.

During the previous mission, Roy was also swept by the black pulse, but he was far away at the time, and the main power of the pulse had already been absorbed by the nineteen fourth-tier Saint-level professionals who were the first to bear the brunt. In addition, since he did not cultivate the Demon Mark system, Roy only felt a slight abnormality and was not substantially affected.

But it's different now.

He was too close to the enormous black heart, and he bore all the power alone.

Admittedly, the black pulse had a much weaker impact on him, who cultivated the battle qi system, than on professionals who cultivated the demonic mark system. However, it was not without impact. The black mud energy that constituted the black pulse itself had extremely strong destructive and corrosive properties.

Roy could feel that the golden light of faith on his body had completely extinguished. In order to resist this black pulse, 20% of the faith power that the Holy City of Calron had gathered over countless years was directly exhausted. As a result, the Starfire Longsword he wielded also lost the support of faith power, and its power was greatly weakened.

At this moment, the remaining black mud energy within Roy's body was constantly destroying his body, bringing inhuman pain.

Even so, Roy's expression and movements remained unchanged.

The giant black heart's counterattack was incredibly swift. Even after exhausting all its faith power, it couldn't completely withstand it. If the remaining black mud energy within its body wasn't extinguished immediately, it could be life-threatening.

But so what?

Deep within Roy's pupils, crimson flames seemed to burn fiercely; his gaze was fixed on nothing but the enormous black heart.

"cut!"

A loud roar echoed through the sky.

The crimson-gold longsword, carrying immense force, struck the surface of the enormous black heart under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still.

The next second, a blinding black light burst open in the sky.

Roy, who had unleashed this all-out strike, was completely unable to react as his vision was utterly filled with darkness.

Time, space... everything seemed to lose its corresponding meaning at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, gray wisps of smoke emerged from the endless darkness before Roy's eyes, dancing and outlining rows of characters.

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[Scene: The Seventh Realm of Original Sin - The Realm of Lust (Past Projection)]