Although the Resurrection Cult only sent a few people this time, their imposing presence had already overwhelmed the thousands of people in the hall.

They may not be high-ranking, but everyone fears their "monster army".

Faced with this situation where death was not certain, many civilians chose to obey, clinging to a glimmer of hope.

The Nuojin Alliance is not a country. For people like them who are not from any city, it doesn't matter where they go, as long as they are not separated from their loved ones.

Xiao He, who was observing from the shadows, was somewhat surprised. He had thought that at least some of them would refuse to submit, but they turned out to be like a group of beggars who went with the flow.

As long as there is a place to live and a mouthful of food, it doesn't matter who you are living for.

In stark contrast to them were the nuns in the Temple of Saintess.

Knowing that escape was hopeless, they gathered together and watched as the civilians who had chosen to obey lined up to drink a thick, black liquid.

"There's only one minute left." The mysterious man looked at the group of nuns calmly, forcing them to make a choice with the countdown.

"In the name of the Temple Master, I promise your church that the Temple of Saintess Polis will henceforth belong to the Church of Resurrection and be renamed the Polis Branch of the Church of Resurrection."

The powerful words echoed throughout the vast palace.

Everyone looked up and saw Isabel, dressed in a black robe, walking out from behind the hall alone with a solemn expression.

"What?!" The nuns exclaimed in shock.

They are fundamentally different from these ordinary people.

As nuns of the Holy Maidens' Temple, they have faith, principles, and a long-standing way of life; they cannot be easily swayed into becoming appendages of a cult.

"Damn it! Has Princess Isabel gone mad?!"

"These heartless demons, what will happen if we are sent to serve them? Doesn't Your Highness understand?"

Many of the more timid nuns were already crying from fright.

"No! We, whether in body or soul, belong to the great Polis!" Eleven voices rang out in unison.

Suddenly, the chaotic hall fell silent.

Eleven saints simultaneously floated down from the second-floor viewing platform and stood in front of the many nuns, their eyes fixed intently on Isabel, who was now standing with the resurrected cultists in the main hall.

Several resurrectionists, however, acted as if they had seen some treasure, and took off the hoods of their cloaks to get a clearer look at their faces, their expressions exactly like those of thugs and hooligans.

"The Resurrection Cult is not a church in the true sense. Using powerful forces as bait to lure these wicked people to help cause trouble does indeed resemble the actions of a mastermind..."

Xiao He made a simple assessment of the current situation of the Resurrection Cult in his mind.

Individuals possess methods far exceeding their current level, lack leadership and a unified goal, operate in small groups, and commit acts of bullying and tyranny at will...

"We, both in body and soul, belong to the great Borish!"

Many nuns stood up, faced Isabel, and protested in unison.

"Quiet." Isabel, as usual, silenced the entire room with a soft voice.

“I know you can’t accept this, but I have to tell you.”

"The Temple of Saintess Polis has no saint, nor Polis."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, even those commoners who had resigned themselves to their fate could not believe it.

“Yes, you heard me right. This is a secret that every Temple Master must keep,” Isabel said slowly.

“Long ago, this was just a small temple.”

"And the person who built it did so simply because he wanted someone to serve him food when he was hungry."

"So he built a small, square temple out of mud bricks, and then spread the word at the foot of the mountain that a goddess had moved into the temple."

"Later, the small temple gradually became famous and more people came, so that person called on his relatives to expand it."

"To make people believe it more, they fabricated a myth, the story of Saint Polis."

"Thousands of years have passed, and what was originally a small temple used to scam people out of food and drink has evolved into the Temple of Saintess Polis today."

"This is the origin of the Temple of Saintess Polis."

"Therefore, I solemnly inform everyone here," Isabel repeated expressionlessly:

"The Temple of Saintess Polis has no saint, nor Polis."

When the truth was revealed to the public without warning, the common people, recalling the past events, were immediately filled with anger, as if all the money they had invested in the Temple of the Holy Maiden over the years had been wasted.

However, what was even harder for the nuns to accept than for the ordinary people was the large number of nuns.

Having been fostered here since childhood, she was suddenly told one day that her lifelong faith was a lie, and that "she" had been deceiving the world for thousands of years.

This feeling of despair is tantamount to the complete collapse of one's spiritual world.

"From now on, you don't need to worry about where you're going. Just stay here and embrace your new life." Isabel concluded with these words, the implication of which was quite clear.

Saint Boris does not exist, and all related "truths" can be overturned, including the order that has existed for thousands of years.

Many of the nuns were already ashen-faced; none of them wanted the "new life" offered by the Church of Resurrection.

"I'm so envious of those kids who can go to the capital..."

"If only I had been born a year later..."

On the tilted statue of Saintess Polis, crisp applause was given to the former Princess Isabelle.

"That's right! I like intelligent women like Ms. Isabel."

"It's a pity you've gotten old; we wish you were younger."

"Since you've already let Saintess Partica escape, then let's just use the remaining eleven to make up the numbers!"

Hearing their arrogant laughter and insulting language, the women couldn't help but reveal expressions of resignation to their fate.

Beams of magical light shone from their hands, but before they could make a move, the leader of the resurrection cult suddenly spoke again.

"You'd better figure out a way to melt yourselves into nothingness."

"Otherwise, even if you die, we can still turn your corpses into puppets!"

"Puppet, do you understand what I mean? Hahaha..."

Valerie, who had been crouching under the fence, was so angry that her eyes were practically spitting fire, but even so, the speed at which she drew the array did not slow down at all.

Meanwhile, Xiao He was calmly counting down the time.

"Preparing for the third hour, we should be able to handle the poison from these people with about 30%..."

Thinking this, he gave a signal to Wang Xuefeng, who was ready.

"boom--"

A loud bang suddenly stunned everyone.

Everyone looked up and saw a blazing, blinding light quietly melting the dome.

The resurrected believers on the statue of the saint were so frightened that they reflexively jumped far away.

However, this scene of divine might, as witnessed by the crowd, resembled the descent of a true god. It carried an indescribable pressure that compelled everyone to kneel in submission…