"This! Impossible!"
"How could this be? This can't be real!"
Everyone, including Isabel who was closest to the light, stared in disbelief at it.
Enveloped in the holy beam of light, a beautiful figure that captivated everyone present slowly descended onto the base of the saint's statue.
“Polis…Saintess Polis…”
"It's here...it's here...!"
"This is not a lie! This is absolutely not a lie!"
Hearing the people's excited shouts, several resurrection cultists became somewhat nervous, as this was the first time they had ever seen such a scene.
If she really is a goddess, then she is definitely someone who can annihilate them instantly!
It is common knowledge that gods truly exist in this world, but many people never see them in their entire lives, which is why they seem so ethereal.
If they actually see it, especially after I kicked someone else's statue askew...
"The first step to showing off is to deceive yourself and overwhelm the entire scene with your aura, so that the enemy dares not make any rash moves."
Xiao He closed his eyes, recalling the gestures of Polis on the mural, and very slowly overlapped with her movements.
Watching the "afterimages" left by her fingertips, the psychological pressure on the resurrection cultists grew.
"W-What should we do?"
"Should we...should we fight to the death?"
"Fight to the death? Are you kidding me? We're here to have fun, not to risk our lives..."
The group exchanged glances and, adhering to the principle of prioritizing survival, decisively chose to retreat en masse, intending to wait for the other believers to return before making a final decision.
"Buzz—"
No sooner had they left than a powerful and awe-inspiring wave spread out.
The leader of the resurrected cultists felt a tremor in his heart and couldn't help but turn around for a glance.
Although the scene he saw was already very blurry, that hideous and terrifying "ghost knife" was still deeply imprinted in his heart...
"Saintess Polis! Please forgive our rudeness! Please forgive our sins!"
"Please protect us as always! We are willing to serve you for life!"
"I sincerely beg your forgiveness! My beloved Polly!"
Thousands of civilians knelt down in a flurry, kowtowing haphazardly, as if they were afraid the "ghost blade" would fall on their heads.
"This...is...the last time I...will save you..."
"If...you can...hold on for another fifty years..."
“I will return…to continue to protect…your descendants…”
"If...you have abandoned me...then I...no longer need to care about you..."
Xiao He never opened his eyes, only lamenting his decision in an extremely disappointed tone, as if talking to himself...
The energy fluctuation just now was the high-level second skill of "Undying," a cleansing.
The common people had no reason not to believe it, because what they saw before their eyes had already taken root in their hearts.
It could instantly neutralize the Resurrection Cult's poison and allow everyone to experience a spiritual elevation.
If this Saintess of Polis is still fake, then someone must be spreading rumors!
Isabel stared at her, momentarily stunned, as if witnessing a true myth.
“Is that so, Polis…”
"Perhaps, whether it's true or false, it no longer matters..."
"The important thing is that they suddenly felt hopeful..."
Isabel looked at the people with tears streaming down their faces; their lives seemed to have found direction in that instant.
That is, in this cruel world that is like the end of the world, they will use their mortal bodies and wisdom to hold the Temple of Saintess Polis for another fifty years.
Amidst devout prayers, dawn gradually broke.
People don't even know exactly when "Saint Polis" left.
All that is known is that the roar of the demonic beast that echoed at the foot of Mount Modan in the latter half of the night eventually vanished without a trace, accompanied by the first rays of dawn.
"These resurrection cultists are only around level 50 or 60 on average, yet they can control hundreds or even thousands of level 70 or 80 monsters?"
Xiao He sheathed her sword; at 100% strength, she was only one divine position away from becoming a "true god."
[Faith Value: 5923]
“Yes.” Wang Xuefeng also put away his gun: “If Sangmaikui also relies on ‘faith points’ to increase his strength, then he is indeed unfathomable. We still need to think of a way.”
"Sigh." Xiao He sighed mournfully, "Why is it so hard for me to get a graduation certificate..."
"Are you coming to the High Court?" Wang Xuefeng asked.
"I've lost face," Xiao He explained helplessly. "Right now, the system only has this one disguise face. I can only replicate others once I unlock the next title. Using my real face will only make everyone hate me; I'll probably be arrested before I even enter the city..."
After listening, Wang Xuefeng stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "Then why don't you try to avoid the people from the Holy Maiden's Palace and come back to the High Court with me first? The people there don't know anything about Polis."
“Sure,” Xiao He shrugged. “Anyway, Polis is just a figment of popular imagination with a goddess-like face, and she only exists in murals, so it doesn’t matter if she looks a little like one.”
As the two were talking, Wang Xuefeng suddenly twitched his ears.
"Wait, they're back."
"Who?" Xiao He realized, "The reinforcements?"
"Yes." Wang Xuefeng nodded.
Xiao He frowned, and with a click, he changed into the maid outfit of the Holy Maid Palace, even preserving the freckles and pockmarks perfectly.
"That's perfect, I'll take advantage of your face and hitch a ride with you," Xiao He said with a wicked smile.
"I'd lose face," Wang Xuefeng explained. "I usually wear a mask."
"Then why don't you wear it this time? Wouldn't that save face?" Xiao He raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
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