After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

As the witch spoke, she stood up and was in such a good mood that she danced around in the tent twice.

"Hey, Aize, can I go over and take a look now? It's okay, right?"

"It's best not to go if the situation is unclear... What do you want to do?"

"What? Haha, isn't it obvious? Of course, to admire that girl's face twisted in pain up close, and then randomly cast... well, about a hundred curses as a souvenir, and then make a puppet of her likeness to keep for future collection and admiration, or something like that. After all, that girl acted like a nobody when she was on the team before."

Once issues involving the former Brave Team and former teammates are involved, Villian's enthusiasm and disgust are always greater than Aize himself.

But leaving aside the curse, isn't it a bit too scary to make a puppet specifically to replay the tragic scene over and over again?

Aize cleared his throat with two dry coughs:

"Let's put this aside for now, Wei'er, don't you think this is a bit strange?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"The faith network is a directed will carrying magical power, and it forms a kind of collective consciousness, right? Will it really become what it is now?"

In the plan that Aize had originally made, all the arrangements last night had only two purposes.

First, it tested the intelligence processing capabilities and limitations of the faith network, and in this regard it can be said to have been a great success.

Second, it was to isolate Rosaline and her sect.

According to the principle of the literal faith network, as long as the faith of worshipping Rosaline can be prevented from spreading in Lilbas, her influence will be limited to the jihad army she brought with her and will not be able to spread, making it easier to control.

But in fact, it is not that simple.

Rosalyn was undoubtedly strongly influenced by the local sentiment.

These residents and slaves who have no faith at all should not have any channels of will, and their emotions should naturally not be conveyed to Rosaline.

The current situation is like a mobile phone that is disconnected from the Internet and in airplane mode, but is still receiving information continuously and uncontrollably.

Hard to understand.

Could it be that this so-called "faith network" is still not the final correct answer?

Aize had no way to answer this question, so he could only ask Villian.

"Well...it's a bit strange. Why?"

Villian thought silently for a long time and then shook her head, unable to give an answer.

He raised his hand and gathered his magic power:

"Wait a moment, let me take a look at the situation."

The monitoring technique was activated, and a projection pattern composed of countless light points like the starry sky, which Aize had seen many times before, appeared in the air.

In the very center, the largest point of light, symbolizing Rosaline, was flickering, and the smaller lights surrounding her were also trembling visibly to the naked eye.

This proves the embarrassing situation of the Pure White Saint Sect today.

But it didn't help with Aize's problem.

Chapter 113 “Good Samaritan”

Aize put his face close to the pattern formed by the spell:

"Hey, can you tell anything?"

"Hmm... I can see her magic power is currently in a state of near-out-of-control. The constant influx of external forces has caused it to go berserk. Hehe, if she's in this state, she must be feeling pretty miserable right now."

Via the monitoring technology installed earlier, Villian observed Rosaline's current condition with a gloating expression on her face.

"Hey, Aize, can't you really mess things up for her? I can't cast 100 curses, can I just cast 10? Really, just 10! Give me a chance! Isn't this also... uh, what's it called? Right! An experiment! A good opportunity to experiment! Maybe we can find more information about the faith network!"

The witch's eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, making her look like a child begging her parents to allow her to play games for a few more minutes.

Aize, like any parent in this situation, held his forehead helplessly:

"Earlier on the Anlin Plains, you crippled me with a single curse, and you only cast ten... No, that's not the problem. His followers are currently wavering and overexcited. If we interfere further, the situation could spiral out of control and lead to conflict. That wouldn't be a good thing."

While the matter of Rosaline and the Faith Network was certainly important and a major problem that needed to be resolved in the long run, the more important issue at the moment was the Undead Army and the Demon Lord himself, the mastermind behind it.

At present, the reputation of the Pure White Saint Sect has become bad, and the anti-faith network that it is proud of cannot take root and grow in Lilbas. Even the organization has begun to become chaotic and has entered a state of complete inability to act.

For Aize, this is the best situation.

Give him enough time to deal with external issues as a priority.

"Just keep an eye on them for now, and let their internal affairs ferment. We should use this time to deal with the Lilbas matter first. It's best to come back to this matter after we've made preparations to deal with the demons. For now, focus on creating the battle puppets. We can deal with the faith network later."

Villian blinked, then revealed a look of regret:

"I was thinking I could take this opportunity to give that woman a hard time and relax, but what a pity~"

"If we can't defend this city, everything else will be fake and we'll all be doomed. Rosaline's matter will take a long time to resolve, so there's no need to rush in the next two days."

"Yes, yes, I get it. Why do you keep preaching?"

Miss Witch left Aize, stood up, rubbed her eyes, and stretched.

"Hmm~ Then I'll go revise the design again. I feel like there's still a lot that can be improved. But you, you haven't slept a wink since the siege began, right? You look so pale, aren't you?"

"Yeah, too."

Aize exhaled.

From the time of the incident till now, it has been less than two days in total. Considering his past non-stop work in the Brave Team, this amount of time is not even a fraction of the time.

But this time the situation is bound to be prolonged, and it will take at least half a month for reinforcements to arrive.

Even if Chris understood what he meant and took the corresponding actions he envisioned, it was entirely possible that it would take more than a month.

You must pay attention to the rhythm and not be too reckless and end up ruining yourself.

So he nodded and stood up:

"Then I'm going to sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up before dark. If the undead attack, I have to lead the battle."

"Okay, okay, I'll call you. Go to sleep and see you tonight. Or, do you want me to sleep with you? I can put my lap pillow on you or sing you a lullaby~"

"See you tonight."

Aize pressed his lower back and stretched his bones. He ignored the witch lady with a smirk on her face, then left the command center and walked straight to the tent used as a bedroom.

There was no other way. The lord's mansion had been occupied by orcs for many years, and the smell and environment were really overpowering. There was no time and manpower to do a thorough cleaning, so this was the only way.

"At least respond, this is so boring~"

Being ignored, Violet pouted and mumbled, looking a little unhappy.

After shrugged, she walked out of the tent and waved to the guards standing guard around.

Several fully armed Royal Guards soldiers immediately came over and saluted respectfully:

"Miss Villian, do you have any instructions?"

"Aize is very tired and is resting. If you have any problems, please report to me first. No one except me is allowed to disturb him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, obey!"

The guards stood at attention and answered in standard movements, then returned to their posts.

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As a city that had been occupied for more than two years and had recently been liberated, and was still full of poverty, crime, slavery, and traitors who had not been arrested, Lilbas was not a good place for children to walk on the streets alone, even during the day.

Therefore, the best thing for Jane was to tell the adults in the sect about Rosaline's situation and let them go find Aize.

But the quarrel they had just had really made the devout little girl very angry.

Having witnessed the miracle that happened in the Holy City with their own eyes, they were so shaken by that little setback last night.

How is such behavior different from those hypocritical and corrupt church leaders?

How can I serve Lady Rosalyn well if I am with such a waste?

Only those whose relatives have heard the oracle can be called true believers.

With this thought in mind, Jane did not tell anyone else about the incident. Instead, she took advantage of the prayer time to sneak out of the church ruins alone and came to the residential area.

Although she had seen the city's situation once when she followed Rosaline into the city, everything she saw again still shocked her.

The shabby, haphazardly built houses are almost crumpled together, and the residents living in them are half-naked, skinny, and have cloudy eyes.

And the confused, curious, and even malicious looks cast at her.

The little girl got goose bumps all over her body.

Most members of the Pure White Saint Sect are frustrated pilgrims who came to the Holy City from all over the world but were ignored, excluded, and suppressed.

But Jane is different.

Born in the Holy City, she had never left that sacred city before this "expedition".

She knew nothing about ordinary human settlements, and at this moment, she felt unprecedented confusion and fear from the bottom of her heart.

"Lady Rosalyn, Lady Goddess, please bless your pious lamb..."

The little girl lowered her head, muttered a prayer softly, and walked forward quickly without making eye contact with the people around her.

Then, when she came to the first fork in the road, she discovered a problem.

"The Lord's Mansion... which way should we go?"

Knowing the approximate location of the church ruins and that her destination was in the heart of the city, Jane confidently set off, figuring it shouldn't be difficult to find her destination.

However, that was the case in the Holy City, not in Lilbas.

The streets of the Holy City are clean, tidy and well-planned. The ubiquitous road signs ensure that even outsiders who arrive for the first time can find where they want to go.

As for Lierbas, its so-called "residential area" is actually a slum. It is chaotic and crowded under a bunch of random destruction, transformation and reconstruction, and it is a complete maze.

But after only a few minutes of walking out, she had completely lost her way.

"Ugh... What should I do? Ask for directions? Yes, ask for directions, but..."

The little girl looked around.

The twisted, dilapidated and strange buildings or shacks cast a series of shadows that seem to be wriggling, swaying and changing silently, which makes people shudder.

The people who live in it are just as messy and lifeless as the environment they live in.

Jane didn't like this situation.

In the Holy City, even the poorest families have light in their eyes.

But here...

"Hey, whose little girl is this? Why are you out here alone?"

Before she could ask any questions, several tall figures quietly approached from the blind spot behind her.

"This clothing doesn't look like that of a local. What? A new slave?"

"Lost? Are you lost? It's okay, tell the uncles, they will help you find your parents~"

His body was unusually tall and broad, his facial features were rather large and ferocious, and one could even see his fangs slightly bulging and exposed at the corners of his mouth.

They are not ordinary humans, but hybrids of orcs and beastmen.

As the headquarters of the Church of the Supreme God, the Holy City naturally does not allow the existence of any mixed-bloods, so this was the first time Jane saw it with her own eyes.

To her, this distorted form of humanity and demons, the result of a sinful fusion, was so blasphemous that it was unbearable.

Coupled with the extremely unfriendly and even disgusting looks from these guys, Jane subconsciously took a step back.

This made the mixed-bloods push forward even more:

"What's wrong, little girl? Are you scared?"

"The uncles are asking you questions, why don't you say a word? Didn't your mother teach you to be polite to your elders?!"

"Hehehe, don't be afraid, come and play with the uncles, it's no big deal~"

The half-breeds spread out and surrounded her, rubbing their hands and eager to try, while the other residents around them just looked on coldly.

"Lady Rosalyn is above, Lady Goddess is above..."

Jane was so frightened that she closed her eyes and could only recite the prayer over and over again.

However, it didn't work.