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

As Mu Zhixi listened to the two people's increasingly absurd analysis, the corner of her eye twitched very slightly.

This is already the maximum reaction a person with facial paralysis can make.

She had only seen the inexplicable phrase "dear sister," but in the mouths of these people, it was almost becoming a dying letter from a deceased friend spanning countless eras.

However, the faith value in the background is increasing at an extremely terrifying rate.

Mu Zhixi decided to forgive them, and not only forgive them, but even hoped that they would analyze the situation a little more.

Just as everyone was about to enter the underground passage, a chilling roar suddenly came from the depths of darkness.

The sound was like the throats of countless creatures being forcibly sewn together, the sticky panting climbing up the stairs, and the air gradually filled with the smell of rotting flesh and engine oil.

The players' expressions tightened, and they quickly dispersed.

Several players with strong perception abilities walked to the entrance of the passage and began to examine the internal environment, while players skilled in defense took the initiative to stand on the outer perimeter to prevent underground monsters from suddenly rushing out.

Ji Xinghui and Gu Wenzhou temporarily lowered their guard and exchanged the information they currently possessed.

They were not foolish, nor did they give up thinking completely just because Mu Zhixi had repeatedly demonstrated abilities beyond the norm.

On the contrary, precisely because they realize that she is at a level far above them, they need to prove their own worth even more. No one wants to be a useless roadside weed forever.

Mu Zhixi paid no attention to this. She found a long sofa covered with dark red velvet next to the passage. The sofa was soft and spacious, and there was even a gilded low table next to it with several plates of exquisitely made pastries.

Mu Zhixi glanced in the direction where the alchemist might be.

This must have been prepared specially by the other party; they're quite thoughtful.

She led the dragon girl to the sofa, lifted her skirt, and sat down with composure.

The dragon girl nestled obediently beside her, her large, blood-red eyes fixed on the pale pink soft cake on the table.

Mu Zhixi followed her gaze.

"Want some?"

The dragon girl nodded seriously.

Her fingers were long and slender, and her thin, silver-white dress sleeves slid down an inch with her movements, revealing a section of her slender, almost transparent wrist.

The pastry, which was not particularly special, seemed to take on a sacred quality when she held it in her hands.

She did not hand the pastries directly to the dragon girl.

Instead, he carefully examined it with the faint light of the sacred domain, and only after confirming that it was not poisonous did he put it to the little girl's lips.

"Slow down."

Her clear, ethereal voice lacked obvious gentleness, but her movements were extremely patient.

The dragon girl opened her mouth and bit off half of the piece in one gulp, her soft cheeks immediately puffing out.

The remaining half was still held in Mu Zhixi's hand.

The dragon girl swallowed a little hastily and subconsciously reached out her chubby little hand to grab her sleeve.

Mu Zhixi didn't urge her. She simply raised her other hand and gently wiped away the pastry crumbs from the corner of her lips. Her pale golden hair and pure white wings shimmered with a soft, holy glow in the sunlight.

Although the goddess's eyes were covered by her wings, her pale and beautiful face did not appear distant. Instead, it gained an air of mystery that was neither visible nor defiled.

She sat there, serene, with a sense of detachment from the world.

But at this moment, this god, who should have been high above all living beings, bent down slightly and patiently fed a strange referee who was regarded as a killing machine by countless players.

The scene was so tranquil it was almost unreal; even the players who were organizing information nearby unconsciously lowered their voices.

Luo Shu held the doll and stared at it blankly for a long time.

She suddenly understood the meaning of utmost purity and goodness in divination.

What is the Dragon Girl? She is the referee of the Seven Star Dungeon, a terrifying being who can instantly kill a high-level player.

When Mu Zhixi looked at her, she seemed to have never cared about her race, identity, or danger level.

The Sanctuary never asks where the lamb comes from; now it seems that this statement is not a slogan used to win people's hearts.

At least for now, it seems the goddess is truly putting it into practice.

"She never seemed to distinguish between the supernatural and living beings."

Luo Shu said softly.

Ji Xinghui was silent for a moment, "Because in her eyes, perhaps there is no distinction between players, monsters, and all races."

When the difference in social status is too great, the secular definitions of camp, good and evil, and race will lose their meaning.

Ji Xinghui recalled once again the notes given by the deceptive roulette wheel.

Any living being that attempts to harm her will be the deepest blasphemy against God.

At first, he thought that meant the goddess possessed some kind of extremely terrifying retaliatory ability.

But now it seems that this is not the case; she herself can be pure and kind, and can look upon all beings with benevolence.

But what about the person behind her?

And what about the Sanctuary, and its followers who regard her as their faith and her will as their supreme principle?

She may not punish mortals for their offenses, but her followers will never allow anyone to blaspheme her.

Kindness is her nature.

As for the destruction represented by viciousness, she never needed to do it herself.

Just as Ji Xinghui's thoughts settled, an elegant and peaceful voice came from the depths of the underground passage.

"A bunch of fools blinded by worldly desires dared to presume to know her will by the standards of human morality."

The roar abruptly stopped, and the previously restless underground passage fell silent instantly after that sound.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time. At the end of the dark staircase, the alchemist wore an exquisite monocle on his right eye. His refined face was adorned with a polite smile. He stepped over the deformed monsters crawling all over the ground and ascended the stairs step by step.

The alchemist arrived in the courtyard, his gaze first falling on the dragon girl being held by Mu Zhixi, before he removed his monocle and bowed deeply to the goddess on the sofa.

"Your Majesty's mercy will not change because of your despicable behavior."

He straightened up, his gaze slowly sweeping over Ji Xinghui, Luo Shu, and all the players around him, a gentle smile still playing on his lips.

"But you seem to have misunderstood something."

"It is she who is merciful, not us."

As the words fell, pairs of scarlet eyes slowly opened in the darkness.

"Her willingness to look down on the dust is an act of mercy," the alchemist said, putting his monocle back on, his gaze behind the lens both cold and intense.

"If any dust dares to touch the throne of God, the sacred realm will teach it what reverence is."

He raised his hand and waved it forward, his five fingers loosely clenched, and in an instant, one ferocious monster after another surged down from the underground steps.

"The glory of the Holy Land will not fade. Reinforcements are on their way. Tear these royal scum apart and welcome back Her Majesty the Goddess!"