After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

Regardless of the consequences, he put all his efforts into beating up everything he could see from the Pure White Saint Sect.

Rosalyn Meredith naturally bore the brunt of the impact.

The weak God's chosen hero was surrounded by hundreds of people and was beaten and trampled crazily, which lasted for at least twenty minutes.

By the time the remaining rational believers organized themselves, rushed into the crowd to rescue her and sent her back to the church, her once glamorous appearance had become unrecognizable.

From hair to cheeks to skin to sacred clothing, it was covered with dust and footprints.

The once delicate and beautiful facial features were almost completely deformed due to severe bruising and swelling. It was no longer possible to recognize the original appearance and looked extremely horrifying.

His whole body was covered with scars, his arms and legs were almost completely broken and twisted into positions that shouldn't be there at all, and blood stained almost every part of his body.

Fortunately, the monastic robe she was wearing came from the Supreme God Realm and was not damaged, which preserved her last bit of dignity and prevented her from being exposed to everyone in her most unbearable form.

But that doesn't make much sense.

In this incident, a large number of members of the Pure White Saint Sect were beaten and seriously injured. If the Imperial Army had not arrived at the scene in time, no one would have survived.

With Rosaline herself disabled, the wounded could not receive any medical treatment and could only be randomly placed in the ruins of the church, wailing in pain.

What is more serious is the collapse of faith.

The so-called oracle was a lie woven by the demons, but they were driven by it and became obsessed with it, almost persecuting the hero Aize to death.

This fact directly led to the complete split of the sect.

Those who still deceived themselves and refused to admit their mistakes had a full-scale conflict with those autistic believers. They accused each other of heresy and started a fierce verbal battle, and even a new round of physical conflict.

This time, there was no Jane to stop them.

As the de facto second-in-command of the Church, she was directly possessed by the Faceless King, and thus fell into the same coma as the Marchioness.

The riots thus intensified.

And all of this has nothing to do with Rosaline at this moment.

Lying alone in the room, she had only one feeling at the moment.

Quiet.

It's so quiet.

All the prayers and emotions that had been flowing to her since the moment she was born seemed to have suddenly disappeared in an instant.

Even the anger and hatred from the locals that he had felt after the last riot, which had caused him so much pain, had disappeared.

As for the physical pain, it had become numb during the beating. Everything that connected him to the world, including his five senses, had been severed.

All that's left is blank space.

It was as if everything had vanished, leaving only Rosalyn's consciousness, trapped in this body, unable to escape.

Even her remaining consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind, as if it would disappear at any time.

That's not bad, Rosalyn thought.

After all, this situation had already happened at the last moment of his previous life.

Then, she was reborn as a hero and met Aize.

Will it be the same if it happens again?

Start from the beginning, meet Aize again, and then...

(Oh my, this is truly tragic. Those guys were really too harsh. They have absolutely no mercy on women, don’t you think? Miss Pure White Saint?)

The inorganic, teasing voice broke the suffocating blankness and suddenly appeared in the mind, pulling Rosaline back from the sinking state.

She subconsciously opened her eyes and tried to move her body again.

The next second, he was pushed back onto the bed by the pain from almost every part of his flesh and skin.

pain.

It hurts.

Is there such an unbearable feeling in the world?

Out of revived biological instinct, she opened her mouth to scream, but was choked by the bloody phlegm that almost filled her throat. She could only make some strange gurgling sounds, which were drowned out by the quarrels of the believers outside and no one noticed.

Who are you?

Rosalyn's nerves trembled as she struggled to form this question in her mind.

In response, the voice in my head seemed quite polite:

(Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. This is our first formal conversation, right? Nice to meet you, the Chosen Hero Rosaline Meredith. I am one of the Thirteen Leaders, the Faceless King. Or rather, the former Faceless King.)

Chapter 132 Information Gap (1)

The Faceless Men, the most bizarre branch of the demon race, are the initiators of countless horror legends among human countries and tribes, and are also the culprits of the incident that Aize had previously warned about.

Its voice suddenly appeared here, and Rosaline's already extremely weak body trembled violently.

"Where are you……"

He struggled with all his might, trying to raise his head and look around to find the enemy.

But his extremely stiff neck refused to obey him at all. After all the tossing and turning, he failed to do anything except make the severe pain all over his body even more unbearable.

Helpless, he could only look around with his only remaining eye that could still move, but he could not find any trace in the dark room.

(Forget about it, Miss Pure White Saint. You won’t find it. Besides, even if you did, what would it matter? With your current tattered body, which can’t even move like a maggot, what can you do?)

The Faceless Man's iconic inorganic voice echoed in Rosalyn's mind again.

(Ah, sorry. Even when you weren't injured before, you couldn't do anything, could you? The so-called most compassionate God's chosen hero, the legendary incarnation of the goddess, the pure white saint, was easily toyed with and applauded by a hideous monster's tricks, and turned into this trashy state. Hehehehe - if all heroes were like this, this war wouldn't have to last so long.)

The long speech, direct criticism, and merciless ridicule stirred a bitter taste in Rosalyn's almost numb consciousness.

She closed her eyes:

"Why... are you here? You were clearly discovered by Aize... I saw him chasing you, why... why are you still here?"

Why are you here? Ha, do you even need to ask? Because Brave Aize has failed. I killed him and his pet, and they've been turned into liquid and died in an alley. The undead are on a full-scale attack. This city and all its inhabitants will never see the light of day again. So, are you satisfied, Brave Lady Rosaline?

"Hehe...that's...impossible."

The extremely weak Pure White Saint forced out a smile with great difficulty and slowly shook her head.

This action left a trace of various liquids mixed with blood on the pillow under him, and a lot of hair was stuck together.

"I... I know Aize. You... a guy like you can't... can't kill him... You... No, there can't be any demon in this world... who can be his opponent. You... cough cough——"

He was choked by a mouthful of blood and phlegm and couldn't say any more.

The voice in my head fell into a brief silence, interrupting for a full thirty seconds before resounding again:

(You, you trust him quite a bit. Is that your own opinion? Or is it the result of being overly influenced by the so-called faith of those noisy charlatans? Well, it doesn't make any difference. You can't tell the difference anyway.)

"……what are you saying?"

She had been bathed in the influence of the faith network since birth and was so accustomed to its impact that she was the one who had the least idea about it.

(Tsk, so stupid.)

The Faceless King was too lazy to tutor her. He just snorted in disdain and changed the subject.

(As much as I hate to admit it, you're right. That guy was definitely more formidable than I'd anticipated, about three times… well, maybe four times. He'd figured out all my plans and arrangements, blocking my escape route and giving me a good beating. Oh my goodness, it was truly awful.)

The Faceless King spoke casually in a joking voice, as if it was a non-essential matter.

(As for why I'm here? Simple, because I've always been here.)

"What did you say……?"

Although she didn't understand what the other person said, a certain fear that came from deep in her bones still made Rosaline shiver all over.

An extremely bad premonition came to my mind.

(Based on common sense, Aize believes that under the protection of the blessing, the hero will not be affected by mental magic, and the body itself is difficult to be polluted and interfered with. Therefore, I cannot use you as the object of possession. Haha, from a factual point of view, this is not entirely wrong.)

(A few days ago, after the commotion at the shelter, I had already infiltrated the sect using that little girl's body. After some effort, I was able to use the connection between her and your faith to insert my consciousness into your body.)

(But that was all. The hero's consciousness truly couldn't be influenced or overridden, and the strength of those believers' faith far exceeded my imagination. As a result, I was trapped here, unable to move. Hence, what happened next.)

All of Aize's plans and arrangements for this incident were based on one premise.

That is, all of Rosaline's special abilities come from the network of faith.

The so-called belief network is essentially just an unproven hypothetical theory proposed by the witch clan during their academic research.

The question is, is this really the case?

Is it possible that Rosalyn's ability is something like a belief network, but the actual situation is far more complicated than this assumption?

(The so-called belief network is just an intermediate form formed by the aggregation of collective consciousness. Well, if I were to use an analogy, it looks more like... an egg than a network? I guess that's a better way to put it.)

In the previous shelter incident, Rosaline was almost unable to move because she sensed the strong hostility of the locals.

That's because the reticular structure is too vulnerable to the torrent of consciousness.

It is natural to feel pain when being washed and torn apart madly.

So, the Faceless King pretended to be Jane and used a false oracle to make the believers fall into a religious frenzy. He also forced them to pray for a long time with high intensity, forcibly pushing the intensity of the faith connection to the highest level.

The originally fragile "network" of faith was thus condensed into an "entity" of faith.

The wills of the believers constitute its outer structure - like the shell of an egg, protecting Rosaline, the inner core, from being affected.

Rosalyn recovered and no longer felt any discomfort.

The believers who were used as shields were not sensitive to the torrent of consciousness, so at best they would only feel slight discomfort.

This is the truth of the matter.

What it had said to Aize before, about strengthening the connection of the faith network to share the pain, was just a lie deliberately made up to reinforce Aize's misunderstanding of the faith network.

The huge information gap on technology-related issues made Aize unable to realize this.

After failing to realize this, it is even more difficult to infer the true intention of the Faceless Man's subsequent series of operations.

In short, after that, Rosaline was protected in a solid "eggshell".

During this period, the Faceless King used false oracles to incite his followers to engage in crazy missionary work in the style of performance art, deliberately creating conflicts between them and the locals.

These contradictions have led to a surge in hatred and hostility from outside residents towards them, and have also caused the constantly frustrated believers to accumulate a lot of dissatisfaction.

Rosalin, who was completely protected in her comfort zone, knew nothing about this and was even complacent about it.

Then, the dark alley incident happened.

The Faceless Men used subtle accumulation and incitement to transform these dissatisfactions into overwhelming dissatisfaction among the believers and even Rosaline herself, hoping to get rid of Aize.

As a result, he was severely counterattacked.

(Due to the existence of the hero's protection mechanism, I only had time to transfer my consciousness into your body. My body still exists in the body of that little girl in the form of an intermediate between matter and consciousness.)

(It was originally a helpless act, but unexpectedly, it saved my life in the end. The brave Aize destroyed my body, and thinking he had killed me completely, he turned his attention to the undead. That’s why I have the opportunity to speak to you here.)

The Faceless King sighed, seeming helpless.

(Alas, I actually quite liked that body. It's a shame it was turned into ice cream. One really shouldn't be too greedy.)

Just as Aize had analyzed before, the Faceless King has a strong desire to express himself, and once he thinks he has the upper hand, he can't control his mouth.

This is true for Aize, and even more so for Rosaline.

The problem is that Aize and Rosaline are different after all.

After listening to such a long and tedious narration, Miss Pure White Saint just closed her eyes and shook her head:

"What exactly do you want to say?"

(Huh? Don’t you understand?)

"..."

No answer is considered as a tacit agreement.

This made the Faceless King, who had just been beaten up and finally had a chance to act tough, a little discouraged.

(Let's not talk about that idiot named Leah, you're the same person. What was that guy's role in the team before? He led a team like this and humiliated most of the demons?)

He, of course, refers to Aize.