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

The knights of the Chaos Chapter didn't say anything more. They raised their spears in unison, the tips pointing directly at the city walls.

The sheer amount of killing intent alone made the air thick and heavy, and many low-level players were even forced to cough up blood.

Someone in the crowd shouted out in a shrill voice, making their previously high morale seem somewhat laughable in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength.

S-class beings are those that only the top-tier powerhouses on Earth can barely contend with, yet here they are merely lowly soldiers in the enemy camp.

Shen Die gritted her teeth. She would never allow herself to show cowardice in front of the goddess. After her death, the command would still be handed over to other capable people.

Besides, with Her Majesty the Goddess... she has no reason to lose.

As the only person with the mark of divine favor, Shen Die understood the power of this mark better than anyone else, but she also felt the heavy responsibility it carried.

Han Yue's mind raced as he searched for a way to save his life, while outwardly maintaining that enigmatic smile.

The night was dark, and black fog rolled in.

Just as the group of Chaos Knights were about to launch their charge, a dazzling pillar of light suddenly erupted from the horizon.

The angels of the Holy Domain, who had been stationed at the central base in Haicheng, finally arrived at the scene at the critical moment.

Her pair of pure white, radiant wings suddenly unfurled in the air, scattering countless starlight points that forcefully repelled the cold, black mist that permeated the surroundings.

The angel's figure paused in front of Mu Zhixi, and then, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of everyone, knelt on one knee in mid-air, placing his right fist against his chest.

"Your subordinate has arrived late to rescue Your Majesty; please forgive him."

The beautiful woman nodded slightly. "It's alright."

With the goddess's approval, the angel's envoy stood up, drew the longsword burning with holy flames from her waist, and turned to face the group of restless Chaos Knights.

Five hundred royal knights clad in red armor also completed their assembly at this moment, surrounding Mu Zhixi's location in the center, forming a tense standoff with the Chaos Warband opposite them.

These two high-level units, both belonging to top-tier forces, clashed fiercely above the ruins of Blue Star, leaving the players watching below completely dumbfounded.

"Her Highness the Goddess can actually command both the angels of the Holy Land and the elite troops of the Royal Court at the same time?"

"Either of these two sides could sweep through our entire war zone, yet they're just being used as the vanguard in this standoff."

Shen Die sheathed her sword, walked to Han Yue's side, and spoke in a low voice.

"Han Yue, you've always been meticulous. How do you think Her Highness can so easily command the royal knights?"

Han Yue pushed up glasses that weren't actually on his nose and pretended to be deep in thought.

"In my opinion, the relationship between the princess and the goddess is probably not as hostile as the rumors suggest. After all, they are sisters bound by blood. This is most likely a political show between high-ranking officials, or perhaps the two have reached some kind of secret agreement."

His self-consistent analysis immediately gained the approval of the surrounding players.

In this cunning and treacherous world, who can truly see through the schemes of those powerful figures?

Mu Zhixi listened to every word of these discussions and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She wished these players would fill in the blanks with their own imaginations, so she wouldn't have to bother explaining those non-existent power relationships.

Little Dragon Girl squirmed restlessly in Mu Zhixi's arms, her chubby fingers pointing at the group of dark Chaos Knights.

Mu Zhixi reached out and gently scraped Xiaolongnu's nose.

"Don't be afraid, they are just lost souls, and soon, the merciful Lord will forgive them."

Her words were understated, but the angelic envoy received the signal to attack. She raised her light-forged longsword and, in a solemn yet chilling voice, issued her final declaration before the battle.

"You corrupt one who defies the order, Reynolds, I will soon send you... home."

Before he finished speaking, the angel envoy transformed into a streak of light and charged straight into the enemy ranks, tearing apart the space along his path with his violent, holy power.

Five hundred royal knights followed closely behind, chanting an unknown, ancient battle cry in unison. Their dark red lances transformed into a forest of death as they charged towards the Chaos Chapter.

The knights of the Chaos Chapter were equally determined, charging forward on their mounts amidst the golden and red light that filled the sky.

The two torrents collided violently in mid-air, unleashing blinding light and destructive energy fluctuations.

As the light faded, the angelic envoy was locked in combat with several leading SS-rank knights from the Chaos Warband. Sword energy and black mist intertwined, and the battle was fierce and evenly matched.

The ordinary S-class knights were engaged in a fierce battle below, with people falling from the sky every second, smashing buildings on the ground.

Smoke filled the air, and rubble littered the ground.

The players were forced to retreat; this level of combat was far beyond their capabilities, at least for now.

The slaughter on the battlefield continued, but the hearts of the survivors had already flown toward the unattainable "mark of divine favor".

Battlefield of the clan's fate, abandoned villages.

The lobby on the first floor of the haunted house still maintains that eerie tranquility.

Mu Zhixi's second alias, Eileen, was leaning back on the sofa, looking bored and resting with her eyes closed, as if everything in the outside world was irrelevant to her.

As Yuexi gracefully brewed tea, the wisps of aroma filled the eerie haunted house, creating a sense of Zen.

The remaining players each found a corner to stay in, none of them daring to easily break this hard-won peace.

"Miss Eileen."

Yuexi pushed a cup of freshly brewed hot tea onto the coffee table in front of Eileen, and casually asked, "It seems there's quite a commotion on Blue Star. I wonder if Your Majesty's return was smooth?"

Through special channels within her clan, she had learned about the activation of the "All-People Survival" mode on Earth and the massive "Miracle Descends".

Mu Zhixi diverted a sliver of her mind to control Eileen, making her open her icy blue eyes, pick up the teacup, and gently blow on the steam, her movements exuding an innate air of nobility.

"Oh, you mean those little bugs?"

Eileen spoke casually, as if she were talking about a trivial matter, "Ranran ultimately couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart, and still couldn't let go of those humans."

She took a sip of tea and continued to drop bombshells in that casual tone.

"As for those mad dogs of the royal court, they were originally released by the royal court when he had nothing better to do. When he got tired of playing with them, he naturally had to take them back himself."