After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

There is no time to think about it.

What happened last night was too shocking for them.

The Pure White Saint Sect was actually established by a group of fanatical fans nearly two years ago when Rosaline just arrived in this world.

But for a long time, it has been a small sect that is neither popular nor worthy of attention.

The content of the event was nothing more than getting together and tearfully denouncing the corruption and inhumanity of the current church, and blowing some Rosaline's praises at the same time, but there was no other achievement.

They even had little contact with Rosaline, the object of their admiration.

The changes began with the riots in the Holy City.

Under the influence of the "Oracle", the God-chosen hero Leah almost single-handedly killed her way through the entire Holy City and the church's top brass, sending those bastards who were originally high and mighty and out of reach to atone for their sins in person before the goddess.

After the incident was over, not only was the church's top leadership almost reorganized, but the Pure White Saint Sect, which received and conveyed the oracles, also rose to power overnight.

To these unsuspecting believers, the oracle naturally became a gift and miracle bestowed by the goddess upon these devout and pure believers.

It is supreme, will never make mistakes, and will never allow itself to be questioned.

As long as you follow the oracle, God will bring you salvation.

As long as you follow the oracle, all difficulties will be solved.

However, as the saying goes, only big things will happen when a car overturns.

The oracle that was always victorious in the Holy City turned into an extremely huge joke with the opening of the door last night.

It is not surprising that this has triggered a crisis of faith in the sect.

Because the whole thing was too bizarre and embarrassing, almost everyone tacitly avoided talking about it.

However, this kind of self-deceiving procrastination is ultimately of no value.

"That... you're talking about... that is, uh..."

As everyone fell into a suffocating silence, a young female member fiddled with her armor, which was obviously ill-fitting, and stammered:

"Last night...what happened last night? Didn't Lady Rosalyn say that the oracle was directing our actions? Why...why did it turn out like this?"

It was a very simple question, but it was like a sharp needle piercing a balloon, triggering a chain reaction that was literally explosive.

Almost everyone present shuddered violently at the same time as they were forced to face reality, and then looked at each other helplessly and bewilderedly.

No one dared to answer this question directly, but emotions were already fermenting rapidly.

Soon, sobs and sighs began to rise and fall among the crowd.

"What do you mean, you bastard!? What's your intention in asking such a question!?"

Seeing that something was wrong, another older woman rushed forward in anger, grabbed the young person who asked the question, and pushed her against the wall with all her strength.

"The oracle can't be wrong! Absolutely not! You're also an elder of the sect. Do you still need me to tell you such a simple truth?! Huh!? Tell me!?"

The sect member who was pinned down gritted his teeth in pain, but there was no fear in his expression or eyes.

Instead, he raised his voice further and asked:

"Then how do you explain what happened last night? Your so-called partners are traitors to humanity, and your helpers are all lackeys. Even behind that door, there are no orcs, only seriously injured soldiers. If the oracle can't be wrong, what's going on? Tell me!"

The question is definitely unanswerable.

And any attempt to think about answering the question will only lead to greater confusion.

This then evolves into greater panic and anger that attempts to deny everything at all costs.

"You heretic, how dare you spread rumors and mislead the people here? I'll beat you to death!"

The enraged sect member raised his hand and, relying on his size advantage, punched the opponent directly in the face.

The slender body of the sect member who asked the question drew a not-so-perfect arc in the air and fell directly into the wreckage of the bench.

"Stop it! Stop it! Have you forgotten what Lady Rosalyn taught you?!"

Seeing that the killing had really begun, the other members finally put aside their emotions temporarily, rushed forward in two groups, held down the two men, and began to persuade them to stop fighting.

"Someone come quickly! Someone come quickly!"

"It's already a mess outside, please stop making it worse!"

"Stop fighting and calm down! Where are you putting Lady Rosalyn like this?"

"You too, apologize quickly! How could you question the authenticity of the oracle? Who here hasn't witnessed the miracles of the oracle?"

"That's right, what happened last night must have been a trick played by some bastard. Maybe it was all a plot by the demons!"

"What do you mean, you bastard!? A demonic plot!? You mean that Lady Rosaline, the incarnation of the all-knowing and all-powerful goddess, could have fallen for a demonic plot without even realizing it!?"

"No, no, no, I'm not this..."

"You're the heretic! I'll beat you to death!"

"Oh, right, Lady Rosalin is the incarnation of the goddess, and Lord Aize is the incarnation of the god of war. Could it be that Lord Aize is actually the one who is causing this—"

"How dare you! Everyone knows that Master Aize is Master Rosaline's teammate! How could he do such a thing!?"

"Many of our compatriots are receiving treatment from Lord Aize right now! Thanks to Aize's interruption this morning, nothing happened. How dare you question him?"

"This is no longer just ordinary heresy. We must deal with it with a heavy blow!"

"You are not pious! You are not pious!"

"Repent, you bastard! Repent, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

……

……

The situation did not improve at all despite the intervention.

In the process of mediating the fight, they even inadvertently expressed their doubts, which led to a full exchange of opinions objectively.

As a result, the original fight between two people turned into an almost complete melee, with everyone talking nonsense and beating up their companions who disagreed with them.

The oracle is infallible and must be followed.

As the incarnation of the goddess, Rosaline is omniscient and omnipotent.

Aize is an incarnation of the same kind as Rosaline and a companion.

It has been confirmed that these three points cannot be met at the same time. It is not surprising that there are many different sub-positions produced by these permutations and combinations. It is only a matter of time before this situation becomes a reality.

Seeing that the situation was about to get completely out of control——

“It’s so noisy!!!”

A sharp and hoarse shout suddenly broke into the chaotic crowd.

Everyone subconsciously stopped and looked over, and found that the voice came from the only minor in the expedition, God's chosen agent - Jane.

The reason for this nickname is that she directly received the oracle and conveyed it to Leah during the previous riot in the Holy City. She can be said to be the witness of the miracle.

As a result, she gained an extremely high status in the sect, second only to Rosaline.

During this expedition, she was fortunate enough to have the honor of following Rosaline closely and serving as her attendant.

Even now, when Rosalyn was carried back and was extremely weak, she was the one taking care of her.

The little girl poked her head out from behind a door, looking extremely angry:

"Lady Rosalin finally managed to get some sleep, but you woke her up again! What the hell are you doing, you idiots? Can't your faith even withstand this little test? Shut up, get out and reflect!"

Chapter 111 Test and Price

As the little girl's scolding sounded, the unlimited fighting competition that was already on the verge of becoming uncontrollable in the ruins of the church was paused in an instant.

Everyone put down their fists in embarrassment, or separated on the spot, or got up from the ground in embarrassment, their faces flushed like children who had made mistakes, they said nothing, lowered their heads silently, and waited for the upcoming scolding.

In such an atmosphere, Jane walked to the center of the crowd, looking around at this group of useless adults with an angry look that was totally inconsistent with her age.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Didn't everyone witness the oracle and the miracle that occurred in the Holy City with their own eyes? What on earth has gotten into your head? How could you question the authenticity of a miracle just because of something like that? This is surely a test from the Goddess!"

"...a test?"

Several people subconsciously raised their heads with puzzled expressions.

The little girl nodded vigorously:

"Yes, a test! A test of the steadfastness of our faith! Doesn't the doctrine say so: All believers must endure the test, and only those who remain steadfast can pass, ultimately achieving true salvation. Are you worthy of Lady Rosaline's teachings by making such a fuss over such a trivial matter? Are you still worthy of calling yourselves members of the Pure White Saint Sect? Shame on you!!!"

"..."

These words plunged everyone into deeper silence.

Yes, how could the oracle be wrong?

Even the omnipotent and tyrannical Church of the Supreme God was so vulnerable in front of the oracle, and the Holy War Knights and the church were all useless.

How could an oracle capable of such great powers make a mistake regarding a few orcs and wounded soldiers?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

And since the oracle was correct, it was even less likely that Lady Rosaline was wrong.

Otherwise, how could the sect have come all the way here from the Holy City, facing countless difficulties and dangers, and even with the orc army on the road, and things went so smoothly?

Since there is nothing wrong with Rosaline and the Oracle, then who has the problem?

There must be something wrong with the believers.

Because of such a small matter, his faith was shaken and collapsed, and he even went crazy and beat up his companions around him. This was completely contrary to the tolerance and kindness that Lady Rosaline usually showed by setting an example.

Do believers like this deserve to be punished?

Should such believers be tested?

These thoughts, which could be considered as self-PUA, spread among the crowd at an extremely fast speed, and huge regret and self-blame emerged from everyone's heart.

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A believer knelt on the ground and began to pray and kowtow, crying bitterly, asking the goddess, or Rosaline, to forgive his sins and give him another chance to try the test.

Then the second, third, fourth...

Suddenly, the dilapidated church ruins, which were almost unrecognizable, seemed to return to what they should have been, filled with the devout whispers of believers.

"Right, that is it."

In this environment, Jane also put away her anger, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes slightly, and muttered to herself:

"Pray, pray for forgiveness. The loving goddess will surely accept our recklessness and grant us another chance to face the test—but be quiet, Lady Rosalyn needs to rest now."

After saying this, the little girl returned to the room.

This building was completed more than two years ago, but was burned to ruins by the invading orcs shortly after the city fell.

The orc chieftain who ruled this place wanted to use this ruin as a symbol of his conquest, so he strictly prohibited the locals from repairing, cleaning or demolishing it, leaving it to decay bit by bit in this half-ruined and miserable state.

After taking over the place, the members of the Pure White Saint Sect immediately cleaned and repaired it as much as possible, but the foundation was too poor and there were not many materials available, so the overall situation was still very bad.

There is only one complete and airtight room left in the entire building.

It was this small room that was now used as Rosalyn's bedroom.

In the past, it must have been the residence of a nun, so the space was not large and the location was remote. Although it was fortunately preserved, the narrow area and dim light were definitely not compatible with Rosaline's spiritual power.

Fortunately, she doesn't care much about these things.

Jane returned to the room and closed the door gently:

"Lady Rosalyn, I've asked them to be quiet."

The Pure White Saint of the Pure White Saint Sect was currently half-sitting on an extremely crude bed, her eyes half-open, her face extremely pale, and her lips trembling slightly.

But she still managed a smile for the little girl.

"Well, thank you, thank you for your trouble. I'm fine. They have doubts in their hearts, so let them argue if they want. It has nothing to do with them... Ugh—"

As he spoke, his face suddenly changed and he leaned to the side of the bed as if he was about to vomit.

Jane rushed forward:

"Lady Rosalyn, are you okay!?"