Cynthia didn't notice that someone hit her forehead with a stone, which immediately broke and caused bright red blood to flow out.
She was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She stared at Wen Liyu with a gaze like a bow and arrow, wishing she could fly over and shoot her to death on the spot.
"Everyone, please calm down. The demon has taken over the body of the real Saint Cynthia." Wen Liyu frowned slightly and spoke out to stop the remaining believers from making violent moves. "Using rocks and other objects will only hurt Saint Cynthia, not the demon."
The believers listened to her very well and threw the stones back to the ground one by one, thus preventing the horrific atrocity that was about to happen.
"Your Holiness, please use the power of your scepter to imprison her in the barrier of the power of light." Wen Liyu turned her head and said to the Pope who had been looking at her kindly.
She waited for the Pope to release the magic, then folded her hands around the cross, closed her eyes, and began to chant the exorcism magic that Father God had taught her last night.
Cynthia was trapped in the barrier. She frantically took out the light stone necklace from her chest and began to chant magic at the same time as Wen Liyu under everyone's gaze.
She released the transfer magic, hoping to use the powerful and rich light power of the Light Stone to free herself from the predicament.
As long as she leaves, she can use magic to change her identity and face, and then... she will definitely come back for revenge!
The God of Light, who had been watching Wen Liyu with his divine eyes, saw the light stone on her neck and sneered.
He didn't want to disappoint his little believer.
The God of Light summoned the Water Mirror and lightly touched the mirror with his finger.
The power of the Light Stone in Cynthia's hand was immediately drained, and the Light Stone that had lost its power was like a gray stone.
She just squeezed it lightly, and the stone shattered into pieces. The gray-black powder was blown away by the wind in her palm and could no longer gather together.
"No!!" Cynthia screamed heartbreakingly, kneeling on the ground with weak legs. Her trump card disappeared in an instant, and her chanting was interrupted.
She's finished.
Wen Liyu's magic chanting had just ended when the bracelet on her wrist blessed her, raising the level of magic she cast from intermediate to advanced.
The expulsion magic is faster than a bullet and moves according to the master's thoughts. It is a one-time magic that can be controlled.
Wen Liyu cast her magic directly on Cynthia, her eyes still clear and gentle, "Go back."
Go back to your own world.
A golden light flashed, and Cynthia fell to the ground, motionless as if she was lifeless.
But Wen Liyu knew that her body had been occupied by someone for too long, and her consciousness had not yet returned, so she was just in a temporary coma.
This little episode passed quickly, and Wen Liyu also received a reward of 10,000 points from the system.
She is now a small wealthy woman, with a total of more than 40,000 points saved. There are also several large wooden boxes in her space filled with jewelry, beautiful clothes, calligraphy and paintings, antiques... betrothal gifts and wedding gifts given by Shaoyao.
There was no place to spend money in this world, so she never used her space and points, and her storage kept increasing.
A few days after the inheritance ceremony, the real heroine Cynthia finally woke up. She thanked Wen Liyu, gave her a beautiful colorful stone as a thank you gift, and left the Central Church.
"Where are you going now?" Wen Liyu asked curiously, "Aren't you going to be a saint?"
"I just want to be a gust of wind." Cynthia's smile was very gentle and demure, "free to be myself."
Wen Liyu sent her off thoughtfully, and at night she dreamed of the God of Light kissing and hugging her as usual. "Father God, if one day I disappear, will you be happy for me?"
"What?" The golden eyes of the God of Light turned dark, and the arms around her tightened.
"Because I'm going to be the wind~" Wen Liyu sat in his arms and shook her legs, "The free wind."
The God of Light smiled coldly, turned her around, and stared at her closely. "No matter where you go, I will bring you back."
"You are my believer, you must stay with me."
"Forever."
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"Ding, host! The God of Light's favorability towards you is now full, and the passive skill [One Shot to the Soul] rewarded from the last world has been activated." The system reminded.
"Oh~" Wen Liyu blinked her moist eyes. Today is the day to celebrate the birthday of the Father God.
She needed to get up early in the morning and go to the largest church with the Pope to perform the ceremony.
This ceremony was only open to the upper class, and only people from the Vatican and royal nobles were present.
This time, Wen Liyu was not the leader of the ceremony, nor was she a believer praying in the audience, but a sacrifice.
She bathed in the highest quality holy water for seven consecutive days and nights, smeared her body with ointment specially made by the clergy of the Holy See, and even cared for her hair strand by strand with special care solution.
Wen Liyu was raised in the Vatican and was the purest saint. There was no part of her body that was not exquisite and charming.
The skin becomes more delicate and plump because of maintenance, giving people the illusion that it is so tender that water can be squeezed out.
She took off her black robe and put on a gorgeous white robe that was woven bit by bit by thousands of embroiderers. Her long platinum hair had grown to the base of her thighs and was loosely tied with a golden cloth strip.
Wen Liyu sat in a sedan chair with white curtains around it and was carried into the church by a blindfolded clergyman.
She held the cross, her eyes slightly lowered, with a look of compassion. "System, do I look like a piglet about to be slaughtered?"
“…Host, you are joking. Didn’t you volunteer to be a sacrifice?” The system couldn’t understand the host’s operation.
"Hey, you don't understand." Wen Liyu obediently stepped down from the sedan chair and walked step by step into the altar which was also surrounded and sat down. "Being a sacrifice is such an exciting thing. I don't believe that the male protagonist won't do happy things with me."
The system didn't understand and didn't respond.
As the ceremony began, the sound of people praying together could be heard outside the altar, like a chorus of joyful songs.
The Pope was outside the altar, circling around it, pouring holy water into it, scattering flower petals, and singing with the crowd.
"My dear, Almighty Lord... We dedicate our pious hearts to you, we serve you with our most loyal souls, and we offer you the most beautiful sacrifices in the world..."
In the past few hundred or thousand years, the God of Light never enjoyed the sacrifices given by his believers.
In the past, sacrifices were either bloody cattle and sheep, or flowers, fruits, and wine.
He had no interest in anything.
But today is different. This year he met his beloved child, a little believer who always attracted his attention.
The God of Light slowly appeared in the church, his pure golden eyes slightly lowered, looking at the people below the stage, searching for his believers among the crowd.
Before coming, he thought that if the young believer was the one presiding over the ceremony, he would be happy to accept whatever was placed on the altar.
But he looked at everyone and didn't see his favorite believer.
The sound of bells, symbolizing the arrival of the gods, continued to ring.
The clear sound of the bells "Ding Ding Ding" lifted the hearts of everyone present, and everyone's prayers became more pious.
The God of Light felt extremely angry and furious. His majestic voice rang out in the church, and his deep voice was filled with anger.
“Where are my little believers?”
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