The next morning.

A large group of believers were already waiting at the entrance of the Holy Light Church.

Some of them came to try their luck after hearing about it by word of mouth, while others were self-proclaimed righteous people who intended to expose the temple's deception.

There were also some prospective believers who had benefited yesterday or gained something from the scriptures.

As yesterday, the devout and gentle preacher opened the holy book.

"The Holy Lord created all things..."

"The Holy Lord is omnipotent..."

As the preacher chanted, the healing angels hidden within the temple softly sang incantations, and holy and peaceful specks of light drifted down.

With the statue of the "Armed Archangel" in the background, many people's expressions became peaceful and devout.

"The Holy Lord has mercy on all living beings..."

Soon, the morning prayers were finished, and the preacher stepped aside, preparing to distribute today's sacred texts.

"Father, are gods truly omnipotent?"

A childish voice, filled with doubt, suddenly rang out. Although it was somewhat weak, it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet environment after the morning classes.

Everyone instinctively turned their gazes toward the direction from which the sound came.

It was a little girl of about eight or nine years old, clutching a cloth bag tightly in her hands. Her clothes were tattered, and her face and body were covered with scars and charred marks. Only her eyes were exceptionally clear and bright.

She seemed to have used up all her strength to get here, and, unable to support herself any longer, she knelt on the ground, met the preacher's gaze, and asked again, "Are the gods truly omnipotent?"

“Of course, child, at least the Lord of Light is omnipotent.” The preacher said with a compassionate expression, guiding more of the light in the sky toward the other person.

"Then... can the Holy Lord of Light save my mother?" The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

She carefully lifted the cloth bag in her hand, revealing ashes mixed with mud and sand, as well as some charred bone fragments inside.

"These are all I found, is there any way to save them?"

Before the preacher could reply, some people around, who had been carefully examining the little girl, suddenly changed their expressions and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh my god, isn't this Ania from the East City Colin family! Their house burned down the day before yesterday, and I thought the whole family was dead. I didn't expect the child to be alive."

"That was a heroic family. It's said that the patriarch died in the battle to guard the Abyss Passage. I remember that the day before yesterday, a priest from the Starfire Temple came to mourn him, and it was even featured in the Temple Daily."

"Yes, it's such a pity. It's a shame to leave behind such a young child. I wonder if the Holy Lord can save her."

"This... is just a pile of ashes, and it's not even complete. The gods can't be resurrected now."

Just as the discussion below was taking place, a man with a somewhat sinister expression suddenly stood up in a luxurious building not far away and said angrily, "Damn it, what kind of useless people are they? Why did they miss one of them?"

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry? This is your territory. He's just a kid. What trouble can he cause?" His friends said with a smile.

“What do you know? That girl’s mother is ungrateful. She actually instigated others to go to the city lord’s mansion to complain that I killed their husband and withheld their compensation.”

"So what? The city lord is one of ours anyway."

"Sigh, it's all my fault. I completely disregarded a woman like her." The cold-faced man said with some annoyance, "I said some rather arrogant things back then, who would have thought she would secretly bring a recording stone and evade detection? Damn it!"

"How could you be so careless? Did you find the recording stone?" The others' faces also darkened.

Some things can be done in secret, but bringing them into the open can easily lead to mutiny. In particular, we need cannon fodder to defend the abyss passage.

"Found them. They were all reduced to ashes by high-level fire magic. I don't know how this little girl survived." The cold-faced man said with some doubt.

"That's good." The others breathed a sigh of relief: "Just find some excuse and send someone to take care of that little girl, so that she won't spread rumors."

"Yes, I just gave the order via the magic communicator. I also sent a team of deacons to warn them earlier, so I can deal with this problem at the same time."

"Then there's no problem." The group smiled again and elegantly raised their glasses for a light clinking.

At this moment, in front of the temple of the Church of Holy Light.

The little girl stared intently at the preacher, her eyes filled with hope.

"I don't have that ability," the preacher shook his head slightly.

Even the resurrection magic of the Healing Angel cannot bring back a pile of fragmented ashes; at least, it's beyond their current capabilities.

The girl's expression darkened, and her body swayed.

“However, you can pray directly to the Holy Lord. If you are devout enough, the Holy Lord will surely favor you.” As the preacher spoke, he floated the holy book in his hand in front of the other person. This was an authentic copy, not a printed one.

The little girl paused for a moment, then her expression hardened. She reached out and carefully opened the book. Many of the words were unfamiliar to her, but she read them aloud naturally:

"The Holy Lord created all things... The Holy Lord is omnipotent..."

“Her father died defending the country; he was a hero. We should help her,” said one of the onlookers, who then picked up a scripture and began reading along with the others.

"Whether what the priest said is true or not, it's at least a glimmer of hope." Another person began to read.

“Although I’m a useless coward who doesn’t dare to go to the battlefield, I can still manage to chant sutras.” A thin young man joined in.

More and more people began to pray, and the praises in the scriptures grew louder and louder.

But just then, a group of deacons dressed in the robes of the Starfire Temple barged in with unfriendly expressions.

They were well-equipped and arrogantly drove away the believers on the outskirts.

"Make way, all of you! The Starfire Temple is handling matters, arresting the fallen. Anyone who obstructs will be punished as an equal!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding people instinctively stepped back.

The Fallen are no joke; they refer to evil beings connected to the Abyss, who can be executed on the spot once discovered.

With the crowd gone, the group of deacons walked straight to the little girl.

The leader pointed his staff at the other party and said calmly, "This is the abyssal monster that has been resurrected by possessing a human body. In the name of the Starfire Temple Deacon, I sentence it to death."

“Sir, but this is clearly…” an old man squeezed through the crowd and tried to explain.

"Shut up. Are you questioning the judgment of the Starfire Temple, or are you an accomplice of the Fallen?" The deacon looked at him coldly.

The old man's expression changed several times, but he eventually retreated back into the crowd. He wasn't afraid of death, but he still had children and grandchildren; they were still young.

With a cold snort, the leading deacon pointed his staff at the little girl, and the raging fire element quickly condensed, sending a ball of blazing flame flying straight towards her.

The little girl acted as if she hadn't seen anything and continued to recite the sacred texts attentively.

"The Holy Lord has mercy on all living beings..."

The onlookers couldn't bear to close their eyes.

Just as the flames were about to engulf the girl, everything suddenly froze.

A dazzling gate to heaven slowly emerged from the void.

Amidst the praise of countless angels and surrounded by two exquisitely beautiful and holy six-winged angels, a man holding a scepter, whose face was obscured, slowly emerged.

He gently raised his hand, and the flames went out.

"Who are you people, stopping the killing of the Fallen Ones? Are you going to make enemies of the Starfire Temple?!" several deacons shouted, their voices blustering but their hearts pounding.

The man smiled faintly and casually waved his scepter, instantly turning all the deacons into a cloud of blood mist.

"No one should disturb a hero's orphan as she tries to save her mother."

Even God can't help it.