The eldest prince spoke in a deliberately slow, deliberate tone, much like a human nobleman courting allies at a negotiating table:

“That’s Lord Mark Stu over there, isn’t it? I know you. I’ve noticed you ever since you came to the Lor Swamp. You’re a smart man with great potential.”

"The situation is chaotic now, with all sides eyeing you covetously. The two items you possess, the Pale Skull Crown and the Heart of Bloodvine, are hot potatoes for you, and the source of your downfall. A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

His voice carried a seductive, persuasive quality:

"How about... offering it to me? I am the first in line to the throne of the Beastman Royal Court, and my word is law."

"If you are willing to offer up these two sacred objects, I will not only ensure your safety and that of your companions today, but also grant you a hereditary noble title in the Orc Kingdom, with unparalleled honor and fertile lands."

"In the future, you will be my most trusted right-hand man, your status far surpassing these..." He glanced at Tulu and the heretics of the Rotten Vine Alliance, whose expressions had drastically changed at his words, "...mediocre fools. How about it? This deal is a sure win for you, isn't it?"

Where was there even a trace of the orc prince's arrogance in these words?

His tone, his wording, and even the deliberately crafted "for your own good" attitude made him sound exactly like a cunning old fox who had been entrenched in the elite circles of humanity for many years.

Their appearance is that of a hideous and terrifying undead orc, but their soul exudes a nauseatingly hypocritical and mercenary aura.

Mark's spiritual vision saw through the very essence of this "eldest prince" the moment he opened his mouth.

The soul encased beneath the powerful undead body was like rotten silk soaked in murky sewage for a long time, exuding an intense sense of conspiracy, scheming, and a suffocating desire for control.

This extreme hypocrisy and inner decay made Mark's stomach churn, and he could hardly suppress his physical revulsion.

His brows furrowed deeply, his face making no attempt to conceal his disgust and contempt, his voice as cold as ice:

"Save your breath, you parasite in someone else's skin! Keep your 'noble title' for yourself to enjoy in hell! You'll never get your hands on either of those things!"

Mark's refusal was like a cold hammer, shattering the hypocritical, gentle mask on Grom's face.

The pale green soul flame flickered violently, and a chilling killing intent instantly spread out, as if the surrounding air was about to freeze.

"You ungrateful wretch!" Grom, controlled by the eldest prince, growled hoarsely, his voice like sandpaper scraping against bone. "Then... don't blame me for taking it myself..."

However, he hadn't even finished uttering the last word, "take"...

"O holy flame that burns away all defilement... Hear the call of the believers... Descend!"

Ruby's clear and unwavering voice once again pierced through all the noise and killing intent on the battlefield!

This time, there are no more obstacles!

At the heart of Kyle's squad, Kyle and Ruby clasped hands tightly, and the blazing nun's emblem burst forth with pure, intense white light from their palms!

Kyle's powerful holy light surged into Ruby's body without reservation, supporting her to complete her final prayer!

Boom! ...

A blazing white beam of light, condensed to its extreme, shot into the sky with incredible ferocity, centered on Kyle and Ruby!

The beam of light instantly tore through the gray-blue dome of the necromancy array, piercing the sky like a spear of judgment!

The gray-green miasma that lingered over the Lor Swamp year-round melted and purified instantly, just like snow meeting the blazing sun!

Vast and majestic, carrying the judgmental will to burn away all filth and darkness in the world, it descended with a thunderous roar!

At the core of that pillar of light, a pair of enormous, sky-covering wings of pure holy flame could be faintly seen slowly unfurling!

An invisible pressure, like a physical mountain, crashed down!

The necromancy array crumbled inch by inch amidst wailing cries!

The Beast King Arm Bone in Tulu's hand emitted a painful hum!

All the transformed undead orcs seemed to have encountered their nemesis, letting out mournful howls as their undead demonic energy was instantly ignited, emitting billowing black smoke!

Seraphim, descend upon Earth once more!

The moment she descended, her gaze, composed of pure holy flame and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, swept across the chaotic battlefield.

The pervasive filth around her instinctively filled her with disgust and anger.

heresy!

This judgment was crystal clear in her divine will.

At the same time, she immediately sensed the mark she had left in the body of a mutated priest during her last descent to the mortal realm—[The Seraph's Gaze].

As time passed, this human, whom she had briefly labeled a "potential heretic," seemed to have maintained normal contact and cooperation with the Church of the Holy Light on Earth.

This made her realize instantly that the Holy Light Church on Earth must have conducted a thorough investigation of him.

Since the Church and the agents of the Holy Light have recognized him, it means that he himself has no fundamental problems, or perhaps it is just some kind of special characteristic that he has not fully understood.

After all, even she couldn't see through that person after several hundred years.

It seems that the initial judgment was hasty.

As for Monica, Enzo, and Anna beside Mark, the Seraph's gaze only swept over them briefly, without lingering for long.

In the eyes of this being high above the heavens, the so-called "heresies" or "evil cults" of the mortal churches, such as the Dark Church, the Star and Moon Church, and the followers of the God of Shadows, are all different.

They were merely defeated foe in the long history of the Great Holy Light's conquests.

Defining them directly as "evil gods" or "heretics" who must be thoroughly purified is an exaggeration and loses the proper scope of gods.

In her eyes, there were only two kinds of true heretics.

Firstly, there was the necromancy so thick it was nauseating!

It is like a maggot clinging to a bone, possessing the essence of corruption, erosion, and distortion of all life and energy. Even holy light is at risk of being invaded when it is weakened. It is the absolute mortal enemy of order and vitality!

Secondly, there's the group of humans we encountered at the Lake of Witch Dragons last time.

Anyone who dares to trespass into the realm of life and creation that only the Supreme God can control, steals God's authority, and blasphemes against the very laws of life!

At this moment, on this chaotic, swampy battlefield, she clearly sensed three heretical auras that she loathed.

The most central heretic among them is the so-called "Great Prince," who occupies Grom's body and exudes a strong aura of necromancy, corruption, and blasphemy.

And the transformed undead orcs around him, and the Beast King's Arm Bone in the hands of the old shaman Turu.

This is the most conspicuous and arrogant source.

Secondly, there are the heretics located on the outer edge of the necromancy circle.

The group of gray-clad men, swift in movement and exuding an eerie aura, were locked in combat with three elven hunters!

Their very existence exudes a cold, lifeless aura of human intervention and descent into forbidden creations, much like the blasphemers of the Lake of Witch Dragons!

This is also an unforgivable heresy!