Chapter 184

Dedeline checked the girl lying in front of her, but there was no movement.

She had never seen such a clean death, without blood or wounds, just like someone asleep. Eyes closed, body a little cold, but not stiff.

She pressed her ear to her chest and listened intently.

Dedeline couldn't quite believe the guy was dead; it was all too sudden.

Of all these people, she was the only one who was considered unlikely to die, because she belonged to the church, an object held by the church. They probably wouldn't want to damage a large, not-so-cheap, ornamental doll.

Upon seeing this creature, she realized she might have made a mistake; they had only ever seen it as a large decoration. It wasn't exactly a cause for celebration that a decoration possessed its own consciousness and could act on its own.

So she lay there, deprived of life, but otherwise perfectly fine. She was as beautiful as she had been in life. Perhaps even a girl could die like that, beautiful as if she had never experienced any hardship in her life.

It's been about three minutes, maybe longer, since then. The little spider finally gave in and chased after them.

Will he die like this?

Dedeline didn't dare to think about it. She just picked up the girl. It was a bit dirty here, and she needed to find a clean place to lie down, just like when she was alive.

It has to be said that this guy now looks more like a puppet.

Compared to before, she is now fairer and quieter. Perhaps this is exactly the kind of person the church wanted. Not the good girl she used to be, but just a lifeless ornament.

Tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

If the little spider dies.

So what should I do? And what can I do?

He was so scared that he couldn't muster any more courage. Spider-Man revealed his abilities: he could kill someone with just one word.

I've never heard of such a thing before; it shouldn't happen.

But now, besides complaining, there's nothing she can do. She doesn't even have any misfortunes. As a fire goat, she's reached her limit. Reaching the limit means that no matter how hard she tries, she can't go any further.

Unless you give up your human form.

But giving up human form is just a disaster; even Karl can handle disasters alone. What can he do? If he gives up human form, he might not even be able to use normal weapons and equipment. Without the support of weapons, he would truly be just an ordinary, pathetic monster.

"Oh dear, girls shouldn't cry." Suddenly, she heard someone speaking, froze for a moment, and slowly turned her head.

She was a girl in a white robe, the robe covering her entire body but unable to conceal her radiance. She was someone who seemed to belong in a statue of the Virgin Mary, simply looking at her brought a sense of warmth.

But she stood in the shadows, like a seductive succubus in hell.

Just one glance from Deedri made her heart stop; the unprecedented pressure made it difficult for her to even breathe.

It didn't come from the guy in front of me, but from all directions.

"It was our mistake not to greet you, Your Excellency." The Elf King stood not far away, looking down at them.

On either side of him stood the raccoon dog, one of the Three Sages, and a tall, thin man wearing a mask, while all around him, various monsters twisted and took shape behind him, forming a horizontal fighting force.

Five demon kings, six chaotic calamities, and countless other disasters.

Such an army stood there, and opposite this army was just a woman with a warm and welcoming smile.

Dedeline was simply standing in the middle, and the overwhelming force on both sides created a superior position, so it was perfectly normal for her to suddenly collapse and kneel down.

I just need to think about which way to go. It seems like the current situation is quite bad, and I feel like I'm in a terrible place.

"Don't be so tense. I'm not a combatant, I'm just a doctor." Ren'ai waved her hand, looking a little helpless, and said, "Don't be so wary, I won't openly harm you here."

"We're just here to complete the welcoming ceremony."

"Thank you so much. I am honored by such a grand scale." The Benevolent One looked around and said quietly, "I have come here very few times. I only remember once, because that was when we were still at war, when that demon god was still around."

"It died a long time ago, and it is glorious. We submit to the Church, but we will not deny the greatness of our ancestors."

"Haha, that's the tone you people use. Glory? It sounds like such an unrealistic definition." Her smile vanished, replaced by a blank expression. She spoke slowly and deliberately, "But I can't deny it, because there are two fools in the church who seem to believe that glory objectively exists. Since it represents God's will, I have no choice but to also believe that the concept of glory does exist in the world."

She looked at the Elf King and said, "I know you're tired of my long-winded explanations, and I don't want to say much more. I'm just here to observe."

She walked over and gave Deedrie a hug from behind, which lasted for a few minutes before she walked to the front and stroked the little white dog's face.

"What a heartless person. I actually quite like this child." She muttered softly, then gently tapped the child's head, and a strange rune appeared on it.

She smiled at the bewildered Deedris and said, "She's completely dead, but thankfully she's a demon, so her demon core is clean. Only this body is dead. If the demon core is clean, she can still be the lovely child you know if you change bodies. I'm so sorry, I don't have a replacement body with me. And I'm not sure if it's even possible for a demon. There's a place called the Land of the Dead, where the Demon King might have a replacement body."

The benevolent one patiently pointed to the rune and explained, "That thing can prevent her from being disturbed by the chaotic elements. As long as this thing is still there, you can safely take her anywhere. It's yours now. I kind of hope this guy will still have a chance to have tea with me."

After saying this, she turned and left. Throughout the entire process, the monsters, led by the Elf King, remained silent and simply watched her.

Just as she was about to leave sight, she suddenly stopped and slowly turned her head to look at the Elf King.

"Let me make this clear first: I'm doing nothing simply to keep my promise, not because I'm bothered by your force." She didn't turn her head, but said softly, "Your Lingsen can stabilize the area for the church, but I can come and clean it up by myself anytime. In about an afternoon, there won't be anything left here. Don't let too much peace make you arrogant. At least for now, you have no chance to turn things around."

She left without waiting for the Elf King's reply. She wasn't lying; she genuinely intended to explore the Spirit Forest thoroughly. It was one of the few places that could soothe one's mood, so of course she wanted to look around and improve her terrible mood.

Now she had a new reason to be angry. She really liked Xiaobai. She often invited him to afternoon tea in a quiet pavilion. At first, she was a little reserved, but later she became more relaxed.

Although she asked for the reason, Xiaobai consulted Benny about her coming to have tea with her. Benny replied, "Do as you please. Anyway, you're mine. As long as you don't run away, I won't ask any questions."

Some time ago, perhaps not so long ago, before Benny left the church, she had tea with him.

She is a true friend, with no vested interests involved; we are just friends because she enjoys chatting with her.

She's dead now, which is disappointing, but she's useless now. As long as someone is still alive and has the concept of life, she can bring them back to life.

However, the magic core is essentially an inanimate object, and to bring it to life, one must find those demon kings.

Even if Deedri turns and runs away and abandons her body, it doesn't matter. I will find an opportunity to go to the Land of the Dead and restore her.

I'm so annoyed.

What's wrong with that junior?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became; the kind-hearted man wished he could go over and beat him up himself.

If you really find it troublesome, you could have asked me to help delay things from the start. I promise I won't harm them, but don't expect me to get in their way later.

But what kind of nonsense is this, where someone is declared dead without saying a word?

She was aware of the Arbiter's abilities; a life given death by him vanished instantly, and even she couldn't heal it. Because death itself wasn't a wound, and she couldn't erase it herself.

But what kind of idiocy is this? As long as the magic core isn't destroyed, there's not much difference between a monster being dead and alive. It can be fully resurrected as long as it has a suitable vessel. Whether its magic power remains is uncertain, but its memories are definitely intact.

If that guy really intends to eliminate this guy, he can just pierce the magic core with a spear; there's no need to use his abilities, the effect will be the same.

Did he not want her to die? Then why was she declared dead? Did he want her to die? Then why wasn't her magic core damaged?

This guy's logic is harder to understand than raising a stray dog.

Ren'ai stopped, looked at the lake in front of her, and sighed softly.

I'm not going to think about it anymore. I didn't come here to get to know this guy. He has a long life ahead of him, and I have a very, very long time to let him understand that guy whose logic is infuriating.

She slowly closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the forest in the wind.

It was noisy and disruptive.

Because a huge wind suddenly swept through the forest, blowing off her hood, she looked in that direction with some displeasure, but apart from displeasure, she couldn't do anything to interfere with such a spoilsport.

That was a battle between the defenders of honor and the immortals; in the present world, it was the ultimate battle.

Of course, there's not much to describe. Only the roaring sounds rose and fell. The overflowing power was poured onto this not-so-wide plain, and every collision between the two sides produced shockwaves powerful enough to wipe out a human city.

Let them be. They've fought quite a few times already. Even if it weren't for this, those two guys would still challenge each other to a fight quite often. Although both sides believe that honor exists, the very question of what honor truly is always devolved into a contest of combat strength every time they argue about it.

However, a fight between two beings whose combat power is theoretically limitless is incredibly boring. At first, it might be surprising, but after seeing it repeatedly, it becomes quite ordinary and unremarkable. After all, only these two are capable of producing that kind of damage within the Church; the maximum destructive power one can inflict depends on their physical strength and the upper limit of their divine magic.

This is fundamentally related to these two guys who believe they can continue to defy common sense and actually do so.

And the guy who angered me is now within the shockwave's range; I really hope he gets crushed to death by some rock.

Although it's unlikely, it seems like a little guy is going to deal with that guy now.

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a strange smile.

Come to think of it, Benny was just telling herself not to interfere with them, and helping an overconfident guy deal with this guy who made her feel annoyed seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

The little spider looked at itself in confusion, standing there dumbfounded and at a loss.

He originally wanted to check how much magic he had left, but he suddenly realized that he seemed to have completely recovered at some point.

Without any exertion or injury, he was completely unharmed.

Although this was a good thing, the sudden strangeness made him a little uneasy.

He turned his head and looked at the white-robed figure standing in the shadows.

"Don't worry about me, just do what you want to do." Ren'ai said with a smile, "You are now within my domain. Any injuries or depletion will be instantly restored. Also, take this and wear it around your neck."

She broke off her finger in front of the little spider and threw it over. Chris caught it, even more confused.

“His orders only apply to things without divinity; only demons and saints are exempt.” She put her hands on her hips and looked at the little spider, saying, “Don’t worry about beating it; as long as you have a breath left, you won’t die.”

"Who are you?" Chris asked weakly. Asking who he was now was a bit inappropriate, but it was indeed the most perplexing question.

Just a few minutes ago, his child was trembling with fear because of what he was about to do, and the next moment it was as if he had become a cricket used by some guy in a cricket fight.

“You have no right to know, and I’m not on your side.” She tilted her head and looked at him. “But are you sure you don’t want to stop that guy? If you don’t want to protect your friend, you can keep talking to me here.”