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

"Since there was no failure," Yuexi said, abandoning her languid demeanor and turning cold.

"Then why are you here? Surviving...ordinary knights?"

She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "ordinary".

These words were like a needle, piercing the lead knight's sore spot.

He tightened his grip on the spear, and his S-rank aura suddenly intensified, causing the legs of the players present, except for Yuexi and Wengu, to go weak.

"It seems you've finished asking your questions." The knight's voice was devoid of emotion.

"Take action, leave no one alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two S-rank apprentice knights raised their broadswords once again.

This time, they didn't play games. Dark red flames ignited on the swords, and with a powerful aura, they slashed towards the center of the densest crowd.

"spread!"

Wen Gu gave a low shout, and everyone immediately dodged to the sides.

Yuexi moved with incredible speed, flashing to the side and behind the knights. Several cards flew out of her hand, transforming into black chains that wrapped around the legs of one of the apprentice knights' horses.

But the knight merely snorted, and his warhorse stomped its hind legs, unleashing a black shockwave that shattered the chains.

On the other side, Tie Kouzhi took out a bronze Bagua mirror, intending to block the attack of another knight. However, when the flaming broadsword struck the mirror, it only paused for less than half a second before the Bagua mirror let out a mournful cry and cracks appeared everywhere.

Iron Mouth spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily into the bookshelf.

The gap in strength is too large.

"On your bodies..."

The leading S-class knight didn't make a move; he simply looked at the disheveled Yuexi and twitched his nose.

"It has the aura of a 'sacred realm'."

He raised his spear, the tip pointing towards Yuexi, "Especially you, that scent is the strongest."

Yuexi wanted to retort, but then seemed to remember something and reluctantly withdrew her words.

Meanwhile, in another reception room of the castle.

Mu Zhixi leaned back leisurely on the sofa, with a semi-transparent panel floating in front of her, broadcasting the battle situation in the library in real time.

She watched as Yuexi and the others were chased all over the library in a parkour style, and some were even seriously injured. She nodded in satisfaction.

The atmosphere was well-created, and the 70,000 faith points were well spent, even though it was paid in installments.

Her plan was simple.

The first step is to summon the knights of the old royal court and create a deadly crisis.

The second step is to let the players struggle in despair, the more painful the better, so that they can more deeply appreciate how precious the upcoming "salvation" is.

The third step is to make a dazzling entrance, resolving the crisis effortlessly with the grace of a goddess, and ideally, reprimanding the knights of the old royal court while doing so, demonstrating the majesty and benevolence of the Holy Land.

In this way, the players' worship of her and their faith in the Holy Land will surely reach a new peak.

At that time, let alone 70,000 faith points, making back the principal and interest will not be a problem.

"That's about it." Mu Zhixi muttered to herself as she looked at the panel and saw that everyone had some injuries.

If this continues, her most imaginative money-making machines will be destroyed.

In the library.

The leading S-class knight walked step by step toward Yuexi, who had fallen to the ground. His steps were steady, each one resonating with the heartbeats of everyone present.

"I once served the Light."

His voice was low, filled with a complex mix of hatred and regret, "But that light was too dazzling; it would burn those who got close to it."

Yuexi supported herself on the ground, holding a red Ace of Hearts in her hand that could teleport her a thousand meters away, still maintaining her elegant demeanor.

Answer my last question.

She gasped for breath, staring at the tip of the spear. "The Eye of the Lord...who is it?"

Upon hearing this title, the leading knight froze.

His hand holding the spear began to tremble uncontrollably, and his face, hidden in the shadow of his helmet, suddenly lifted up along with the helmet itself.

"You are not worthy... to mention that name!"

He seemed to be enraged, and with a roar, he thrust his spear, without hesitation, towards Yuexi's throat with a sharp whistle.

This is bad!

Everyone present, including the millions of viewers in the live stream, had this thought at the same time.

"jingle--"

Just then, a clear bell rang in the library.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The spear, which was aimed directly at Yuexi's throat, stopped abruptly in mid-air, unable to advance any further.

The leading S-class knight froze, his body trembling violently as he remained in the thrusting position, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.

He slowly raised his head inch by inch, looking in the direction from which the sound came.

Through the shattered French window, a figure in pure gold and white stood there silently for a long time, giving off an air of unease.

The moonlight streamed down from behind, bathing the beauty in a halo. She was clearly unadorned, yet her aura was noble and ethereal, as clear as a spring, as elegant as a poem, as gentle as jade, and as beautiful as a painting.

The beauty stood there, without speaking or making any movement, her head bowed, her gaze fixed on the leading knight.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." the leading knight uttered incoherently.

In front of several players, his anger, murderous intent, and arrogance all vanished at that moment.

Clang.

The spear slipped from his trembling hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, this S-rank Royal Knight did not kneel on one knee like a knight in a fairy tale, but instead knelt on both knees and bowed his proud head deeply to the white-clad figure.

The other two S-rank apprentice knights tumbled off their horses and lay sprawled on the ground the moment the bell rang, trembling even more violently than their leader, not daring to lift their heads.

"???" Inside the library, Wen Gu's mouth was agape and he couldn't close it.

Yuexi lay casually on her side on the ground, staring blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

She came, descending like a god at the most critical moment.

[Did I just blink? What happened? Can someone explain this to me?]

[The attention to detail is off the charts! An S-rank knight from the old royal court knelt down before even meeting him!! And on both knees!!!]

[Hey, don't get excited. Look at those two S-, they're practically prostrating themselves, practically burying their faces in the paving stones.]

I now seriously doubt that the historians were being conservative in their accounts!

So, this knight knows the number one beauty? And judging from his reaction...

[Wait, he's from the old royal court! He's a member of the God-Slaying faction! Why would he give such a grand salute to the number one beauty of the pro-god faction?! I don't understand this plot!]

Everyone initially thought the historian was an exaggerator, but after reading it, they realized he was a realist, and even after seeing it, they were still too conservative!

The chat in the live stream went crazy, and things weren't much better inside the library.

Mu Zhixi walked in step by step through the window, her footsteps faint yet resonant, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Felice," the beauty spoke, her voice hoarse and sickly.

"You...you..." The knight kneeling on the ground trembled, lowered his head even further, and let out an unintelligible sob.

The name "Felice" was taken from Mu Zhixi's own character design library and applied to this S-class knight.

The beauty lowered her eyes slightly, her face covered by white feathers, revealing no emotion.

"I remember your name."

"I also remember your comrades, Kahn, and Legg... the 2nd Squad, 7th Company, 19th Regiment of the Final Judgment Knights, if I remember correctly."