But she wasn’t worried at all.
His Highness had already sent an avatar to act on his behalf in the outside world.
A being of the Demigod level!
In this plane, gods are unable to descend in their true bodies.
They can only descend by borrowing someone else’s body, and even then, their power is limited to the Demigod realm.
Unless those churches truly didn’t care about my Lord returning to settle accounts later, there’s no way they’d send a Demigod.
Thinking of His Highness’s avatar, she couldn’t help but recall the scene before she left the Divine Realm.
As for the reward for helping her, His Highness had only asked for one thing.
All that was needed was to “put an end to the war between the two great empires.”
And—
To kill a man named “Joke,” said to be a notorious, villainous bandit.
What a gentle and kind god indeed.
***
At this moment.
Lu Ming was hiding in a corner.
He himself was a bit surprised that the Church of Procreation was involved in this as well.
But according to Sislia, the God of Procreation once had ideological disputes with the Dawn Goddess.
But for Lu Ming, this was a good thing.
He could openly borrow the name of the Dawn Goddess to slay two legends of the Church of Procreation.
He honestly didn’t believe the Church of Procreation would dare voice any objections.
***
Not much time passed.
A luxurious procession of carriages rolled up in front of the church.
The newcomers were from the Kot Family.
“Dear Sislia, two days ago you didn’t show up at the Violet Royal Grand Hotel. I’m very disappointed. You must have made up your mind by now, right?”
“These past few days, I’ve heard all the rumors. It’s a pity, but that Dawn Goddess bitch is dead and gone for good.”
The Cote Young Master was decked out in flamboyant noble attire.
His hair was slicked back, a rose clamped in his mouth, the scent of his perfume wafting for hundreds of meters.
He jumped off the carriage with a roguish grin, and spoke in front of the gathered townsfolk.
***
The words had barely left his mouth.
Even the townsfolk were stunned.
How could anyone be so brazen?
Before the Cote Young Master with his hooligan face could speak again—
A streak of orange-red radiance flashed.
As if dawn itself had broken, dazzling everyone’s eyes and making them instinctively shut tight.
At the same time.
With a loud tearing sound, as if something had been ripped open.
It was followed by an agonized, ear-piercing scream.
When their eyes finally adjusted, the townsfolk saw what had happened.
High Priestess Sislia held a longsword forged from pure Dawnlight.
And that sword had already pierced straight through the Cote Young Master’s abdomen.
The searing blade sizzled as it burned the wound, so much that not a single drop of blood escaped.
***
In Sislia’s expressionless eyes, murderous rage and a savage aura were laid utterly bare.
It was a complete subversion of what one would expect from a High Priestess—no gentleness, no divinity.
That oppressive force even made the nearest members of the Kot Family collapse in terror on the spot.
No one dared utter a single word about the death of the Cote Young Master.
With another loud tearing sound.
The sword was pulled free, and the Cote Young Master’s terrified corpse dissolved into a puddle of blood.
Not far away, Lu Ming, who was peeping, could only click his tongue in awe.
No wonder the churches had chosen the Kot Family.
They truly weren’t your average iron-headed fools.
***
“To insult my Lord is sin itself. I shall purge you all.”
Sislia’s voice was as icy as the heart of winter.
As she spoke, Dawnlight swirled around her, terrifying divine power surging out in waves.
Sislia was a Supernatural of the [Acolyte of the Goddess] Sequence.
Her own strength came from the faith she held in her god. Without her god’s support, her rank would fall.
“How could this be? Wasn’t High Priestess Sislia’s Supernatural rank supposed to have dropped to the First Sequence?!”
“Could the rumors be true? Is the Dawn Goddess still alive, here to root out the traitors?”
“Ah, isn’t it just because Her Highness is preparing to ascend and become even stronger?”
“I heard it’s because she fell in love!”
“Careful, or the High Priestess will stab you to death!”
Sislia became the most professional executioner, every sword strike taking a life with perfect accuracy.
In a matter of moments, she had wiped out the entire Kot Family.
Having finished, Sislia flung down her longsword and gazed up to praise the Dawn Goddess.
“This woman really splurges when using my divine power,” Lu Ming muttered helplessly, though his gaze shifted to a certain corner.
What he saw there made his eyes gradually turn dangerous.
The legendary Supernaturals from the Dawn Church, Sacred Church, Church of the Dawn, and Church of Procreation were all gathered here.
They were all renowned figures in this world, some famous for their legendary adventures.
Some simply because of their overwhelming strength.
Having watched the entire event unfold, they were all left shocked and uncertain.
***
“A Demigod’s might! Could it be, as my Lord said, the Dawn Goddess is ascending?”
“But that’s impossible—how could the ascension happen so quickly? There should be a period of weakness, right?”
“Everyone, regarding the plan to probe the Dawn Church, our Sacred Church is withdrawing.”
“Our Dawn Church too… maybe we should observe a bit more first.”
The two legendary Supernaturals of the Church of Procreation exchanged grave looks.
Their eyes met, and they immediately understood each other’s thoughts.
Run!
Unlike the Dawn and Sacred Churches, they had no direct dispute with the Dawn Goddess over the authorities of [Sun] and [Light].
Their gods merely had some minor friction.
But to truly make an enemy of the Dawn Goddess—there was nothing to gain.
Besides, the Dawn Goddess was the strongest god-ascendant of this age.
And now, she might be even stronger.
***
As soon as the Sacred Church people fled, the Church of Procreation was ready to leave as well.
The remaining two churches hesitated—wanting to withdraw, but unable to justify it.
After all, their gods hadn’t yet given the order.
“Everyone, in that case, our Church of Procreation will take our leave.”
Having said this, the two middle-aged High Priestesses immediately made to leave.
They had no intention of waiting to be persuaded to stay.
***
But after walking for some time, they realized they were still standing in the exact same spot.
And the surrounding scenery was changing.
Gradually, it transformed into a forest.
“This is… someone twisting the rules of the plane?”
“Which great Demigod are you? Why have you brought us here?”
Their expressions grew grave—only a Demigod or higher could warp the very rules of a plane.
Lu Ming slowly walked out, eyes icy as he looked at the two.
There was anger burning in his gaze.
It was the hatred belonging to the original goddess of birth, “Ymir.”
Memories resurfaced, clear as day.
These two had been among those who struck at [Ymir] in the past, and even suggested beating him to death and turning his consciousness into a divine slave to serve the God of Procreation in his Divine Realm.
***
“Today is the day you pay with your lives.”
The two hurriedly turned to face Lu Ming.
“You’re that false god who holds the [Procreation] authority, ‘Ymir’?!”
“Blaspheming my Lord—damned false god, you’re not dead? You even became a Demigod!”
Their faces were stricken with shock, then burned with fury.
They bristled, and immediately tried to wield the power of their Sequence.
But no matter how they tried, nothing happened.
Seeing that their power wouldn’t respond, the two quickly tried to contact the God of Procreation, begging their great Lord for a Divine Descent.
To cruelly slay this rebellious false god before them.
“O Great Lord, you bring the future to mankind, bring life to the earth, let all things flourish, your humble follower Grace beseeches your descent, Pro—”
“What!”
But to their shock, they found they could no longer utter the name of the God of Procreation.
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