No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The only color... the eye of the Lord, the Lord's... eye?

Yuexi had speculated on countless meanings of the title "Eye of the Lord," perhaps a symbol of some kind of authority, or perhaps the highest honor.

She even considered "The Eye of the Lord" as a title to symbolize supreme oversight, but she never considered the physical organ aspect.

Who would have thought that this actually means literally—in place of the Lord's eyes.

Wen Gu unconsciously pushed up his glasses, his pupils contracting beneath the lenses. He certainly wouldn't forget the title on the Goddess's panel that was long enough to circle the castle three times.

If "the eyes of the Lord" is a real office, it means literally, the eyes that replace the one called the Lord, or even the Lord's eyes.

Does that mean that none of those seemingly exaggerated titles are empty words? Are they all real, high-value positions of power?

Those names flashed through everyone's minds.

"First Era Crown of the Sanctuary Church", "Final Judge of the Pantheon", "Oracle", "Head of the Pro-Catholics", "Supreme Servant", "Silver Crown of the Sanctuary"...

In previous regular dungeons, players would usually just assume that such titles were just background noise and not take them seriously.

However, in the current logical chain, the "Eye of the Lord" is transferred as a physical organ, and the result derived from this is that those titles may all be real governing bodies!

The moment this thought crossed Wen Gu's mind, he felt his back instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Considering that His Majesty's almost absolute power in the Holy Land, it seems... everything makes sense now.

The young girl, Eileen, paid no attention to their stunned silence. She raised her eyes and looked at the two intertwined figures in the sky. As if remembering something, she looked down at the letter in her hand.

She spoke softly without realizing it, as if asking them, or perhaps asking herself.

"Have you ever considered that the world only has color when Da Piao Liang looks at the Lord? Conversely... before the Lord gave Da Piao Liang his eyes, wasn't Da Piao Liang His only color in His eyes as well?"

"..."

Yuexi was speechless. The others didn't know how to express their feelings. Divinity and humanity, impartiality and favoritism—so that's how it is.

The absurdity piled up to the limit, and in the face of the huge gap in strength, questioning lost its feasibility. Even this seemingly casual elf was someone they could not reach in terms of age and background.

The sword immortals fighting in the sky, along with the gray-robed agent, are living textbooks of dimensional reduction attacks.

"As for this letter..." Eileen sighed, her expression troubled. "If Da Piao Liang finds out about this, it will be a huge shock to her. So, you'd better not tell her, otherwise..."

The girl didn't say anything more, but simply turned her gaze back to the sky, and everyone else looked up as well.

The battle in the sky seemed to have eased somewhat for the time being.

The former cardinal named Anos gracefully dodged another sword strike, appearing a hundred meters away with his calm smile still on his face.

"Miss Mu, please don't be so angry. Why don't you sit down and have a proper talk with me?"

Mu Qingyi stood on a broken sword, hovering in mid-air. Her white clothes fluttered in the wind. The beauty made a sword incantation with her fingers, and hundreds of radiant immortal swords surrounded her, arranged in a star array.

Despite the long battle, Anos remained composed, even though he was the one being attacked. "Now that you have betrayed the Holy Land, why not join our God-Slaying Alliance?"

"Don't you despise that hypocritical lord the most? Then why not join us? The Void Lord and the Lord of Fear are eagerly awaiting your arrival."

He paused, took a step in the void, and closed the distance with the sword immortal.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We all share the same goal. That hypocritical lord has deceived the goddess here. We can join forces to expose this deception and rescue the goddess."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Gu and the others' expressions instantly turned ugly, especially Yue Xi.

She seemed to have guessed why the Lord had disappeared, but now the biggest problem was that this sword immortal, who seemed to have a close relationship with the goddess, might really waver.

After all, the two fleeing knights had said that this "Miss Mu" had even killed people from the Holy Land!

Besides, Anos is right: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

If she really joined the God-killing faction...

Wen Gu felt extremely uneasy at this thought, and Han Mo and Shen Die beside him were in no better shape.

Just then, a cold system notification sounded without warning in the ears of Wen Gu, Yue Xi, Han Yue, Shen Die, and all the surviving players present.

[Special faction contact detected... Hidden faction selection now available.]

Please make your choice within ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Mu Zhixi, who was focused on possessing the third Sword Immortal's disguise, secretly glanced at the skill she had just used, which had cost her five thousand faith points. She had to admit that the skills unlocked by the second disguise, Eileen, were quite useful.

[Skill Name: Whisper of the Bright Moon]

[Skill Effect: Allows you to subtly implant fabricated rumors into the subconscious of others, making them believe them without question.]

Mu Zhixi smiled silently to herself.

Choose, all of you, choose the God-killing faction, let me see your loyalty.

Immediately afterwards, the two virtual panels that originally represented the "God-killing Alliance" and the "Pro-God Faction" unfolded again in front of everyone.

This time, however, the text on the panel underwent a strange change.

An ominous black aura rose from Anos's fingertips, staining the screen like ink, and the writing on it began to distort.

What's going on?

What's going on? Is the system panel corrupted?

"I apologize, I forgot to remind everyone," Anos said politely, "As the agent of the false god 'Void Lord,' I believe that the truth always needs a little embellishment to be accepted by more people, doesn't it?"

"Ridiculous." Shen Die's icy voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the chaos. "A maggot who thinks he's in control of everything."

"Even if the system can be corrupted, the feeling that the goddess brings us is real." Shen Die's voice was not loud, but it was unusually firm. "That divinity, that purity, no one can fake it."

Han Yue also realized what was happening.

Indeed, the figure that sheltered everyone in the sky above Haicheng, the words "The Lord has not taken his eyes off us," and the warmth and tranquility that came from the depths of the soul—these are things that cannot be faked.

He preferred to believe his own personal experience rather than the cold, tainted words of a heretic in public.

Can……

His gaze returned to the sky.

What will this white-robed swordswoman choose?

She was already hostile to "the Lord," and now Anos had given her such a perfect excuse to overthrow "the Lord."

If she also believed this explanation...

Anos, observing the reactions of the crowd, turned his gaze back to the solitary figure high in the sky.

"Miss Mu, what do you think? Would you like to consider my suggestion?"

High in the sky, the sword immortal in white, Mu Qingyi, finally made a move.

The aloof beauty didn't even glance at Anos; her eyes merely swept calmly over the hesitant players below.

The next second, a proud and emotionless heavenly voice boomed in everyone's ears.

Immediately following was a rain of tens of thousands of swords!

"What she wants to do is her business, who she wants to believe is her freedom. Even if she makes the wrong choice, even if she is deceived, it is none of your business to interfere."