The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Clang!

The axe blade swept across, unleashing a torrent of flames that scorched the approaching monster as it cleaved.

Screams, wails, and angry rebukes... Believers were constantly being destroyed, but they would soon reappear in the distance, one after another stepping on the bodies of another.

Although Margaret showed no signs of fatigue, she was blocked by an endless stream of cult monsters, making it impossible for her to move forward.

Moreover, everyone knows that power is not inexhaustible, and sooner or later she will be exhausted by these monsters, becoming a helpless fish on a chopping board.

The situation seemed to be turning into a crisis, but Margaret, at the center of the chaos, remained calm.

With her breathing steady, she continued to analyze the situation before her.

And most importantly, the unfathomable mastermind on the other side.

"The strength of an awakened individual from the spiritual lineage is not apparent, but they are generally at the peak of the third tier..."

The illusion before them was so realistic that it was almost impossible to spot any flaws, and the opponent had the advantage of the terrain, which greatly enhanced their strength.

but……

That's all there is to it.

Even with such an advantage, the opponent had not reached the fourth rank.

You can give it a try!

"The situation isn't that bad. My strength has its limits, and so does his!"

Although it looks frightening and seems like it can be reused indefinitely, Margaret knows very well that it's just an illusion.

Although the degree is very low, the frequency of new believers appearing and the overall strength have changed somewhat.

Although it is very dangerous for a person to face such a situation, and a slight mistake could lead to a tragic death.

"But who said I'm alone?"

The offensive remained unchanged; Margaret still displayed the same fierce and determined spirit, charging forward with all her might.

It seems they won't give up until they achieve their goal.

Just then, a dark shadow flickered and leaped rapidly along the shadow cast by the candlelight...

brush.

A completely black weapon appeared behind the priest's head, and without any hesitation, it suddenly grabbed down!

Clang!

A violent explosion of fire erupted, and the priest's figure vanished, but the suddenly appearing shadow was also directly repelled by an invisible force!

Hey.

The shadowy figure stepped on the heads of several believers, using the slightest momentum to land directly behind Margaret.

"Tsk, isn't that the real body too!?"

Dressed in leather, Yun Shuchang moved like a feline, her five fingers moving rhythmically in her pure black claws as she observed the captain.

The believers in the arena stopped moving, and even though Margaret's axe blade was right in front of them, they did not advance further, but simply stared at the two of them.

Sensing the difference, the two did not make any rash moves, but instead stood back to back in a defensive posture.

Although the priest has disappeared, the organ keys continue to be pressed.

If there were a mad, evil spirit there, relentlessly pounding the piano keys, utterly insane.

Why don't you understand?

Appearing silently in the center of the altar, the priest wore a faceless mask, his disheveled, pale hair giving him an eerie appearance.

He picked up the nameless book, quietly looking at Yun Shuchang and Margaret, showing no sign of madness, and said:

"You shouldn't be here."

"If you had left earlier, I wouldn't have cared about you."

Why don't you understand?

Looking into those two pairs of eyes, filled with fighting spirit and showing no sign of retreat, the priest shook his head and calmly pronounced his verdict:

"Your arrival only adds to the meaningless sacrifices."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a dark purple light shone from his fingertips.

As if announcing their deaths, it was said again:

"What happens here has nothing to do with you."

Just as he raised his arm, a silver-white figure rushed down through the hole in the dome at high speed!

In the blink of an eye, they were behind the priest!

laugh!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: You really are a great person!

Silently, without any violent wind, the figure descended from the sky in an instant, piercing straight into the ground with the long sword in his hand.

The roar that was supposed to come finally arrived late!

boom!

A strong wind blew up dust from inside the church, as if it had been hit by a tornado.

He left the longsword, made of pure light energy, on the priest, and his figure with pure white wings flapped and flew away.

Her golden eyes were filled with coldness, and a long spear of light appeared in her hand in an instant. She threw it forcefully at the priest who had been stabbed!

Surrounded by a brutal aura, Jiang Wan's expression was icy, making it hard to associate her with an angel.

she says:

"Who says it has nothing to do with me?"

The instant she threw the spear, she didn't stop, but instead drew another longsword and charged at the priest!

At the same time, Margaret and Yun Shuchang did not let their teammates and priests play turn-based games, taking turns attacking, and charged forward together!

……

……

Ning Feng chuckled and unleashed his power freely within this dreamlike space:

"So, you still don't want to wake up? Are you guys really that stupid?"

"Everything is wonderful, and a bright future awaits you..."

His brow furrowed, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

“You brilliant minds, haven’t you ever thought about this?”

Ning Feng shrugged and asked the tens of thousands of souls:

"So, what is the price?"

"If there's such a good thing, why would they approach you?"

Even though his words were full of sarcasm and irony, Ning Feng still managed to mobilize these souls.

They couldn't help but think:

Yeah, why?

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. Stop dreaming. You're not some chosen ones; good things won't just come to you on their own."

“Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price.”

"What do you think is your greatest value to the gods?"

Their current state is unusual; it's not the entirety of their soul, but rather a part of their negative, greedy instincts that makes them involuntarily susceptible to the seduction of others.

That's a great relationship!

Who says only villains can bewitch innocent people?

Being upright is fine too!

You villains make them fall into evil, so we are the ones who fall into good... uh, we are the guides.

This is not incitement, but rather pointing them in the right direction.

Do not believe?

What's there to disbelieve?

It's just the difference between "hypnosis and brainwashing" and "passionate speech."

Oh right, speaking of which, why aren't there any documentary series featuring speeches...?

Putting aside these philosophical questions, Ning Feng felt that the resistance on his side was getting weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be close to succeeding...

Feeling unusually cheerful for some reason, he encouraged them:

"It's about souls! But do you know what it means to offer your soul to them?"

"You will be reborn in God's Kingdom, but this also means that your useless flesh will die."

"Still don't understand? It's very simple, let me give you a few examples."

Pointing casually to a weary-looking middle-aged man with a receding hairline, Ning Feng exclaimed loudly:

What would happen if you died?

"I……"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but was interrupted by Ning Feng.

"Your body will be cremated, then placed in a cold little box, and finally buried in a desolate place where no one will be with you for the next few decades."

"Then the insurance money you receive in the event of an accident will be left to your wife and children, so that they can still live a decent life after losing the breadwinner of their family."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, seemingly thinking that this ending wasn't so bad.

However, when he saw the smile on Ning Feng's lips, he was suddenly startled and sensed a strong malice.