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

Mu Zhixi viewed the whole situation from the perspective of the Lord's Eye. These memories were all written into the angel's mind by her own hand. Now, they have a unique flavor. As expected of her, she wrote them very well.

"Your Majesty the Goddess is still too merciful, Reynolds, do you regret it?" the celestial being spoke.

The executor from the Silver-Masked Tribunal sat high in the air, with graceful feathers spreading behind her. Her tone was flat, and she wore an intricate set of silver-white armor with smooth lines.

The pair of light wings on its back were not physical objects, but seemed to be formed by countless solid light particles, with tiny golden light specks falling with each flap.

"You defected from the Holy Land, demanding freedom. You abandoned your faith and precepts, and this half-human, half-demon form you've obtained is the freedom you've traded. Is it even worth it?"

"Your body is made of free bones, why bind your heart? You are wrong, Reynolds."

The blood mist churned, and the sound descended from the clouds to the plaza. The Chaos Knight of the Old Royal Court, hidden within the blood mist, froze in place, his empty helmet tilted back as he gazed at the sky.

The angel continued to look down, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "When the world loses the order of the sanctuary and the checks and balances of Her Majesty the Goddess, what you gain is not freedom, but degeneration."

"In the ancient era, our ancestors were trampled on like livestock and food by alien races. It was the radiance of the Holy Land that illuminated the way forward, and it was Her Majesty the Goddess who personally led us out of that land of suffering and brought order to all worlds."

"You're still the same as ever. The debts from the beginning of the ancient era have been so long that you've completely forgotten them."

The angel paused, pointing his sword at the group of bloodied knights and the nearly one thousand players from all races who were listening intently behind them. His words were arrogant, yet tinged with reminiscence.

"It was Her Majesty the Goddess who, with her supreme divine power, broke down the prejudices of all races against the human race, making all races refer to themselves as 'humans,' and even take pride in calling themselves human."

"You keep calling yourselves human beings, but look at the coalition forces behind you."

The angel's words were laced with mockery yet also with complexity: "Take a look at their bloodlines separately. These scum, mixed with unknown things, are not even as good as the human bloodline of the earth dragons under my command who have been enlightened by Your Majesty."

"Her Majesty the Goddess promises you that you will have a place to go after death, that the living will have someone to rely on, that children will not have to wander, and that the souls of the dead will not have to weep."

"She doesn't care who sits on the throne, she doesn't care where the royal flag is planted, and she doesn't care where the word 'freedom' is engraved by the world."

"The goddess only cares whether order still exists. Yet you choose to betray her for that laughable freedom."

At first, players thought it was just a pre-war declaration between two major powers, but now it seems increasingly off.

The angel's words were not difficult to understand. The literal meaning was very straightforward, but when these literal meanings were placed within their existing understanding, a misinterpretation occurred.

They always thought that "human" was just a general term for intelligent beings, like a pronoun, but they never thought deeply about what if... what if there was a race whose real name was "human"?

After all, among all the races, there are those who call themselves the Earthlings, the Snowmen, and even some called the Roadmen or the Shadowmen, but there is not a single race that is properly called "Humans".

At least they had never seen it on the forum.

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

The leader of the black-clad players subconsciously glanced at his companion beside him, whose handsome face was now covered in cold sweat.

They seemed to be the "other race" that the angel had spoken of.

In their long-held understanding, "human" was a unit of measurement, a general term. Now, the being in the sky wielding a lightsaber tells them: No.

Humans are a single race.

The fact that all races call themselves "human" is merely an imitation resulting from historical evolution. It is a clumsy imitation that attempts to forcibly emulate that noble race in order to conceal their own inferiority.

The most fatal point is that the angel from the Holy Land mentioned the blood-feeding and domestication practices of the early Primordial Era.

This means that these various races, which identify themselves in all sorts of strange forms, are actually the alien races that treated the real humans as livestock back then.

Cold sweat slid down the Blackwing leader's forehead to his chin and dripped onto the stone slab. The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard from the crowd.

These top-ranked players, elites of various races, came to this instance to compete for resources and complete the racial ranking competition. Previously, they had desperately pledged their loyalty to the Holy Domain faction, thinking that as long as they knelt down quickly enough, they could gain the protection of that benevolent goddess.

The truth is, they are the enemies of the Holy Land's ancestors. They are the enemies the Goddess wants to eliminate.

The sins committed by our ancestors in ancient times, separated by countless eras, are now being settled face-to-face by the regular army of the ancient forces.

How can this person survive?

What do the mistakes our ancestors made have to do with us, their unrelated descendants?

The players were all drenched in sweat. A commotion broke out in the group. Dozens of players who had been lying down stood up and backed away. After taking a few steps back, they realized that the Chaos Knights were shrouded in blood mist behind them, so they stopped.

As the elites of their respective races, their greatest reliance and ability in the past was the exploration panel provided by the bizarre game system.

Faced with this desperate situation, the player disregarded the risks, gritted his teeth, aimed at the angel in the sky, and used his detection skill. Even if he died, he couldn't die unjustly.

[Beep! Exploring... Warning! Target location too high. Forcing exploration may cause permanent damage to the data link!]

[The investigation has been interrupted... With 'His' tacit approval, some information has been decrypted.]

A panel burning with golden flames slowly unfolds in the player's field of vision.

Name: Cynthia

[Race: Human / Faction: Sanctuary - Silver Crown Tribunal]

Danger Level: SS+ (Potential for Improvement)

Strength: SS+. Agility: SS+. Spirit: SSS-.

[System Comments: The youngest executor of the Silver Crown Court, she and Reynolds of the Holy Knights of the Final Judgment were childhood sweethearts, but on their wedding day, Reynolds chose to defect and join the old royal court.]

He firmly believed that God was deceitful and was determined to save his lover from "folly," while Cynthia chose to remain in the Sanctuary. She joined the Silver Crown Tribunal, known for its ruthlessness, and firmly believed that her husband had been deceived by an evil god. She was determined to use her sword to save her fallen lover from "sin."

[Item Possession: Holy Sword - Dawnbreaker. This sword was personally blessed by Her Majesty the Goddess, and its blade is stained with the blood of an ancient god.]

Inside the central examination hall of the First Academy, Mu Zhixi looked at the panel with satisfaction.

The faith points in the background kept coming in, one by one. Fear is also a kind of faith. Extreme despair can squeeze out the purest awe. The repayment progress bar finally moved forward a bit.

She tapped on a blank spot on the exam paper on the table, shifted her posture, and continued to observe.

Mu Zhixi also noticed that among the players present, there were quite a few from the Elf race, so it was time to bring Eileen back into the game.

At the edge of the crowd, Yuexi stood beside a broken stone pillar.

Ling Xi didn't look at the angels in the sky. She lowered her head, her face fell, and her dress was crumpled.

All her previous excitement vanished. After hearing the angel's announcement, she looked like a quail that had been chilled by frost.

"What's wrong?" Yuexi asked, looking at her.

Ling Xi looked up, her eyes glistening with tears: "Sister, I used to dream of joining the Holy Domain. I thought the Holy Domain was so powerful, but now it seems that the enemies the Holy Domain talks about... are actually us."

She pointed to her pointed ears and then looked at Yuexi.

Yuexi looked at her for a while. She reached out and gently tidied the stray hairs by Lingxi's ear.

"You're terrible at history." Yuexi wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her fingertips. "Go back and reread the family genealogy."

Ling Xi was stunned, somewhat not understanding the meaning of these words.

Yuexi withdrew her hand, her voice extremely soft, only the two of them could hear: "Mother mentioned before. Our Bright Moon Clan didn't have this name in ancient times. Our ancestors were moon spirits."

"Later, the main Elven race suffered a misfortune and lost contact. In order to prevent our bloodline from being contaminated by other races, we evolved into the Moon Clan we are today."

Ling Xi blinked, not understanding how this had anything to do with their current inevitable death.

Yuexi's thoughts returned to the scene when Eileen appeared in the castle. "In another instance, I met a princess of an ancient main race. Her name was Eileen."

"According to Miss Eileen's description, the Elven race once saved the life of a high-ranking member of the Holy Land in ancient times."

Yuexi made a pointed remark, "Judging from Miss Eileen's attitude towards Her Majesty the Goddess, I suspect that this high-ranking official is Her Majesty the Goddess of the Holy Land."

"Simply put, in the Primordial Era, the Elf race was one of the few allies accepted by the Holy Domain. As for why they lost contact, it was because the princess of the Old Royal Court ordered the extermination of the main race."

The words contained a lot of information, and Ling Xi's mind raced for a moment.

She gradually pieced together the relationships: the main elven race had been wiped out by the royal court. They, as a branch, had survived; the elves had saved the high command of the Holy Land and were allies of the Holy Land.

According to this equation, the Moon Clan is not only not the heretical scum the angels described, but rather the orphans of a righteous and loyal ally!

Everyone keeps saying she accidentally wandered into the Heavenly Palace, but it turns out she is the Heavenly Palace! Hehe, she's got a powerful backer now!

Ling Xi's eyes lit up instantly, and her shoulders, which had slumped down when she learned about the feud between the myriad races and the human race, straightened up again.

She clenched her little fist excitedly, "The main clan performs a sacrificial ceremony to the heavens, and the deputy clan possesses boundless magical power! So, we do have a powerful backer now!"

Yuexi looked at her younger sister's carefree attitude with a sense of helplessness.

She naturally wouldn't tell these words to outsiders. "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." In this context where all races are potential mortal enemies of the Holy Domain, exposing their alliance with the Holy Domain would only bring unwarranted disaster upon the Moonlit Clan.

After all, given the current situation, the Holy Land is clearly determined to settle old scores.

If the Moon Clan were to step forward now and publicly proclaim their alliance with the Holy Land, they would only be attacked by the desperate races.

Just then, Yuexi caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye.

Yuexi's heart stirred.

Although there were many players present, most of them were dressed in a disheveled state, having gone through a fierce battle.

Someone dressed so impeccably and with such composure is definitely not an ordinary player.

Moreover, he had none of the iconic equipment that players should have, nor any racial characteristics.

If I'm not mistaken, it's eerie.

The alchemist over there also noticed Yuexi's gaze.

He turned his head and saw Yuexi. His gaze lingered on her highly recognizable face for a full half second before landing directly on her hands hanging at her sides.

His expression changed slightly. Something was wrong. How could this alien have the aura of the goddess on him?

She even received a personal blessing from Her Majesty the Goddess?!

The alchemist's heart was stirred.

This is a blessing personally bestowed by Her Majesty the Goddess! The radiance is pure and concentrated, never dissipating.

It should be noted that even the archbishops of the Holy Land rarely receive this honor.

Could this person be a descendant of some archbishop who was exiled? Or perhaps even the Pope's?

However, he had never heard of any record of high-ranking officials in the Holy Land marrying into other races, and there seemed to be no elves among the popes throughout history.

Could they possibly be a descendant of Miss Eileen?

The alchemist was filled with thoughts, but in the end, he decided to test the waters.

He raised his hand, placed his right hand on his left chest, and, facing the direction of the moon, performed a perfectly standard greeting from the old days of the Holy Land.

Yuexi stood still, watching the other person's movements, and felt that they looked somewhat familiar.

If she remembered correctly, the priest with the broken neck had performed this salute to Miss Number One in the castle instance.

This strange person is actually from the Holy Land?

Yuexi recalled the usual words and actions of Miss Number One and decided to try to fool this strange person. She raised her chin slightly and nodded gently in an almost arrogant manner as a response.

The alchemist knew immediately; that posture, that look—there was no mistake.

The two did not speak, but through each other's actions, they confirmed the same fact.

The other party is one of our own. An ally!

Just as this silent exchange ended, the celestial phenomena changed again; the sky, which had been divided into seven colors, began to drop things down.

On the left side of the square, black rain began to fall, while on the other side, golden rain began to fall.

Raindrops fell without warning, and several bear-clan players standing on the left were drenched in the black rain. The rainwater made a "sizzling" sound as it touched their heavy armor.

The sturdy metal armor was corroded and penetrated at a visible speed, and screams rang out instantly.

On the right, several players who were injured in the earlier chaos were covered in golden rain, and their wounds began to heal. Their physical and mental strength, which had been depleted in the battle, were quickly restored.

They stood in the rain, in even better shape than in their prime.

…Inside the Central Examination Room No. 1.

Mu Zhixi greatly admired Yuexi and was leisurely drinking tea at the moment.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the various dungeons gathered around her were locked in a fierce battle, not daring to utter a sound.

Suddenly, Mu Zhixi stood up and felt a little thirsty.

With a thought, an exquisite white jade tea set appeared out of thin air on the desk.

She remembered the tea ceremony performance she had seen in her previous life, so she imitated it, conjuring up a handful of clear water out of thin air and pouring it into the teapot, and then conjuring up a few leaves that looked very expensive and throwing them in.

The faint light of the sacred realm activated, and the tea instantly boiled.

An indescribable, strange smell, a mixture of burnt and bitterness, filled the classroom.

Mu Zhixi sniffed the teapot, then pushed it away expressionlessly. It seemed that brewing tea, like cooking, wasn't her forte. But the tea was, after all, top-grade tea leaves condensed from faith points, so it shouldn't be too bad.

The proctors on the platform and the dungeon guides in the corridor who dared not enter were terrified when they saw this scene.

His Majesty has brewed tea! His Majesty has actually brewed tea himself! What an honor!

But... why didn't Your Majesty drink the tea after brewing it?

The three S+ level beings exchanged a glance and instantly understood.

This is His Majesty's test for them! And also a blessing!

Under the envious gazes of the dungeon guides outside the corridor, the three eerie figures scrambled to the table with considerable politeness, each receiving a small cup of the strangely colored tea.

They stared at the dark brown liquid in their glasses, still bubbling suspiciously, and fell into a long silence.

Finally, the proctors took the lead and drank all the tea in one gulp.

"Pfft—" An uncontrollable force almost made him spit out his strange core, but he remained calm and swallowed it back.

What does this taste like?!

It was as if the wails of a thousand vengeful spirits and ten thousand rotting souls were placed in a chaotic furnace and boiled for forty-nine days!

Seeing this, the other two proctors also gritted their teeth and drank it down.

After they finished drinking, their entire fleshy faces turned green, and their bodies convulsed uncontrollably.

But they dare not make any negative comments.

"Excellent... excellent tea!" The proctor stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out two words. "This tea contains... the profound truths of the universe, the bitterness of a broken order, and... the fragrance of the primordial chaos!"

"Yes, yes," another proctor chimed in, "I feel like I'm witnessing... the changing of eras, the birth and death of the universe!"

Mu Zhixi: "..."

She simply accidentally tossed in a few SSS-grade "Concentrated Resentment Balls"—the kind she got as a reward from the last dungeon and used to blow up toilets—mistaking them for rock candy when she was putting in the tea leaves.

Just then, a piercing electrical hum drowned out the screams of the players in the distance.

The ancient gods' game of hide-and-seek begins now.

The moment the words fell, the bluestone slabs beneath everyone's feet shattered with a deafening roar, and all the players, along with the indigenous monsters, screamed as they plunged into an endless abyss of darkness.