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

The wind on the battlefield blew, stirring up the black sand and dust on the ground, and then scattering it in every corner of the ruins.

The angelic envoy and five hundred royal knights sheathed their weapons and formed a neat square formation behind Mu Zhixi, like the most loyal guards, silently protecting their god.

The players on the city wall stared at the battlefield that had been swiftly cleared, unable to recover for a long time.

That was the Chaos Knights, capable of annihilating an entire war zone, yet they vanished into thin air in a few "casual" exchanges between the goddess and another being.

This attitude of regarding top-tier combatants as worthless completely overturned their understanding of power.

Looking down at the now peaceful wasteland, and then at her faith value, which had surged again on her panel, Mu Zhixi felt that her trip to Blue Star had come to a successful end.

It's time to return to the clan's battlefield and continue her three consecutive byes in the qualifying rounds.

Her gaze swept over the survivor base below, which stood stubbornly in the apocalypse, and the humans who looked up at her with fanatical eyes. She murmured a sigh for no apparent reason.

"By following the will of Heaven and avoiding the consequences of karma, if you do not exercise self-control, you will eventually follow in their footsteps."

This almost inaudible whisper, originally a rant fueled by her burning chuunibyou spirit, was precisely caught by several players on the city wall with enhanced hearing.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

To accept one's destiny and avoid karma?

Wen Gu's notebook suddenly had three more pages of conjectures, each pointing to a chilling conclusion.

Her Majesty the Goddess's power seems to be subject to some kind of limitation from a higher dimension, and this limitation may be related to the "destiny" within her.

Han Yue thought even deeper. He connected the profession of "chosen one" with the goddess. Perhaps becoming a chosen one was the only way to inherit this destiny and share the karma with the goddess.

The smoke and blood of the battlefield had not yet dissipated, and the survivors' gazes toward the sky had transformed from simple relief at surviving a catastrophe into an almost devout pilgrimage.

Mu Zhixi took in the myriad scenes of the people below and was very satisfied with her delivery of lines. She then slowly floated down from the sky.

It's not too late to wander around for a while before going, since every extra second you stay here now will increase your faith points by tens of thousands.

Without any strong winds or unusual phenomena, the beauty silently landed on the central square of the Haicheng base. The previously chaotic ruins automatically cleared a space just before she stepped on it.

Shen Die immediately knelt on one knee. Behind her were hundreds of survivors who laid down their weapons and bowed their heads in respect.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!" The unified voices surged forth like a torrent.

Mu Zhixi nodded slightly, stepping on the cold, hard city wall ground in mid-air. Her eyes, covered by white feathers, calmly "scanned" everything in front of her.

She wasn't really looking at it, of course; she just found the feeling of looking down on her "business" quite pleasant.

The beautiful woman's gaze lingered for a moment on a toppled signal tower, where the once flashing red lights had gone out, leaving only the twisted steel skeleton.

"What is this?"

A clear, ethereal voice rang out, and Han Yue's heart stirred. He immediately stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully, and replied, "Your Majesty, this thing is called a signal tower. It was once a tool used by us mortals to transmit messages over long distances."

"Signal?..." Mu Zhixi, in a dramatic mood, repeated the word, tilting her head as if trying to understand the concept.

This subtle action, however, stirred up a huge wave in the eyes of the players.

The fact that the gods took an interest in the creations of mortals suggests that their technological civilization had, to some extent, gained the gods' approval.

Mu Zhixi just thought this thing looked quite unique, somewhat like a defense tower in a game she had played in her previous life.

But her pause took on a profound meaning in the eyes of others.

"Your Majesty is mourning a lost civilization," Wen Gu wrote in his notebook. "The brilliance of mortals is like fireworks, fleeting and ephemeral, but the glory of the sacred realm is eternal."

Mu Zhixi walked to a collapsed signal tower, her slender fingers gently brushing against the cold metal wreckage, her fingertips covered in a layer of gray-black dust.

How filthy. She thought to herself with disgust, wondering if she should spend some faith points to buy a cleaning spell when she got back.

Han Yue felt a chill run down his spine. He believed that the goddess was sensing the "information" of this world, reading the city's final lament before its destruction.

"Is your world always like this... full of all sorts of 'colors'?"

Mu Zhixi's voice was very soft, carrying a hint of alienation and confusion that she herself was unaware of due to her role-playing. She looked at Shen Die and asked a question that seemed casual.

Shen Die was stunned. She didn't understand why His Majesty would ask such a question, so she could only answer truthfully, "Yes, Your Majesty, our world once had blue skies, green trees, red flowers... everything had its own color."

"yes."

Mu Zhixi raised her head and looked up at the sky, which was stained gray-black by the smoke of gunpowder. She reached out her hand as if she wanted to touch something.

"But all I see are black, white and gray, monotonous and boring."

The beautiful woman, in a calm tone that was almost a statement of fact, admitted to everyone that she could not distinguish colors.

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, making the hearts of all the top players present tighten.

Wen Gu and Han Yue exchanged a glance. The price of becoming a god was that, in order to gain eyes that could see the essence of all things equally, she had to give up her most basic senses as a living being.

The world that Her Majesty the Goddess saw was indeed so desolate and barren.

In an instant, everyone felt an indescribable mix of sorrow and awe. They were grateful to be able to see such a colorful world, yet heartbroken for the goddess's sacrifice.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Die's voice was a little hoarse; she wanted to say something comforting.

"It's alright, you'll get used to it after seeing it a lot." Mu Zhixi withdrew her hand, her tone completely calm. She simply thought the concept was cool.

The beauty continued walking forward, touring the large base. Players and soldiers along the way automatically parted to make way for her, their eyes following her with fervent admiration.

Mu Zhixi was very satisfied with the "show effect" caused by her unintentional remark. She loved watching these players devise their own strategies and fill in the blanks in their minds.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Die finally mustered her courage and stepped forward. "We will always remember the kindness of the Holy Maiden. However... now, on Blue Star, in addition to these violent and bizarre forces, some... mysterious forces have also appeared."

Mu Zhixi turned her head to the side, and Bai Yuxia's gaze fell on Shen Die, signaling her to continue.

"They claim to be from various departments of the royal court, operating under the banner of the princess in various war zones. They are ruthless yet disciplined. Our people have had contact with them, but have been unable to investigate their background at all."

Shen Die paused, her tone becoming increasingly grave, "We strongly suspect that these people are an advance force sent by the old royal court to infiltrate Blue Star."

The vanguard of the old royal court?

Mu Zhixi rolled her eyes inwardly. Goodness, this pot is a bit too big.

What could she say? Was she supposed to admit that she had just bought those knights from the system store on an installment plan to make a show of it?

"The roots of chaos are always intertwined, trying to draw nutrients from any seemingly barren soil."

Mu Zhixi's voice remained ethereal, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Instead of directly answering Shen Die's question, she used a more profound and enigmatic metaphor.

Han Yue and Wen Gu exchanged a glance and immediately deciphered a deeper meaning from the words.

Your Majesty means that these so-called "factions of the Royal Court" are likely not from the original Royal Court, but rather other chaotic forces that covet the Blue Star and are acting in secret under the guise of the Royal Court.

"We understand." Han Yue bowed deeply. "We will take strict precautions and will never allow these villains to defile this land under your protection."

Mu Zhixi nodded in satisfaction; the feeling of professionally shifting blame was so easy and pleasant.

Just then, a rather young-looking player in the crowd, seemingly overwhelmed by the atmosphere, mustered his courage and asked loudly:

"Your Majesty, since you can mobilize the knights of the royal court, does that mean you have a relationship with Her Highness the Princess...?"