A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The ascent quickly reached a certain altitude. First, Santa Karina tried to fly to the top of the cave, but after flying for half an hour, she still couldn't touch the top.

Here, the sun, sky, and clouds can be simulated. Perhaps there is no such thing as a "top," or perhaps Saint Karina has not flown high enough. In any case, Saint Karina did not continue to waste her magic on such pointless things.

Instead, the height was lowered to a level that allows for a comprehensive overview.

The horizon stretched as far as the eye could see. She had initially thought it was just an underground world, a natural cave, but now it seemed that wasn't entirely true.

This divine kingdom has a unique charm; the cave is not simply a flat road, but rather has mountains, rivers, lush forests, and is no different from the outside world.

However, the gods of the kingdom had long since vanished, leaving only a spark. Thus, the rivers had dried up, leaving only traces of their former course; the forests were devoid of green trees, leaving only craters and the bare branches of dead trees.

Instead of flying upwards, Saint Karina chose a direction to fly based on the course of the river.

After flying for more than forty minutes, we came across a new cluster of buildings. The cluster was situated beside a river on a relatively flat plateau.

The area was well-planned with well-arranged roads. To get a better view, Santa Karina landed and wanted to explore the town.

However, when her feet touched the stone-paved road, an eerie feeling arose. The buildings here were all detached houses, like those in an abandoned village, and because of their age, they were as frightening as a scene from a horror movie.

Moreover, logically speaking, there should have been no one here, yet after falling, she landed directly in a sea of ​​people. However, upon closer inspection, Saint Karina discovered that these lifelike figures were not real people, but clay sculptures.

Good heavens! This must be a rich woman's figurine!

Saint Karina inwardly marveled at the extravagant god's collection, but then she heard the evil god in her mind suddenly mutter a sarcastic remark:

"Maybe it's made from a corpse~"

These words startled Saint Karina, especially if it was a corpse.

"No way?"

Saint Karina immediately activated her enhanced sense of smell magic, but she couldn't smell the stench of a corpse or any magical potion that could prevent the smell of corpses.

The smell was still that of earth, and the smell of dust slowly moving in the air.

Besides smelling it, Saint Karina also touched it directly. The texture was cold and somewhat hard, not like a living person, but like clay.

The skin has some elasticity, but it's still different from real skin.

"It's not a corpse. It doesn't look like one to me. I can't be the one who's mistaken, can I?"

After touching her, Saint Karina didn't leave the town immediately, but instead wandered around it.

In the eerie atmosphere, pedestrians hurried along both sides of the road, their expressions and demeanor vivid and lifelike. Inside the houses where "people" lived, those people maintained the same movement patterns they had been following. Inside the houses, shadowy figures could be seen moving about.

Visually and psychologically, we unconsciously mistake these mannequins for real people. However, when you stroll along the street, you'll find that you hear nothing but the rustling of your own footsteps.

It's so quiet here that you could probably hear a pin drop.

Rather than being citizens of a legendary divine kingdom, they're more like a ghost village. The kind of village that appears in the opening credits of horror novels, games, and movies—a village that doesn't exist on any map.

Anyway, Saint Karina felt that the town had a rather eerie atmosphere.

Not only that, every time she walked in here, she could always feel eyes staring at her from behind, as if these mannequins and living people had come over and were watching her from angles she couldn't see, their eyes wide open and darting around.

The spying gaze wasn't an illusion. When she decided to turn around and look, the feeling of being watched by someone would disappear for a moment, until she turned her head back or maintained the head-turning posture for too long, and then that feeling would reappear.

It was as if those "people" had waited for a long time, then collectively changed positions and teleported back behind her.

180. Divine Messenger

In the blink of an eye, Santa Karina had traversed most of the town. Feeling somewhat disheartened, and finding nothing particularly remarkable, she decided to leave and explore other places.

Just then, as she turned at a street intersection, she saw a moving figure appear ahead of her.

Or rather, they are angels.

Unlike ordinary clay figures, this woman also has a pair of snow-white wings on her back, just like the white tiger beast guarding the door. At first glance, you can tell that she and it are family.

However, this angel was dressed rather indecently, the kind who only used two pieces of cloth to wrap around her body and cover her private parts. Her attire was so revealing that Saint Karina suspected that her ascent would expose some kind of most stable structural pattern.

Am I... good-looking?

The angel smiled sweetly, her voice as melodious as a mountain spring.

"You're not talking nonsense."

Saint Karina did not play by the rules.

In this kind of horror movie-like map sandbox scene, randomly setting a flag is just making things difficult for her.

"..."

The other party hesitated for a moment.

This is probably the first time I've been criticized for something. But thankfully, an angel is an angel, and basic manners are still there. I didn't use any profanity, and my tone wasn't so much like circling around my mother as circling around the family tree.

"Ahem, you human have no mark of God, so why are you in the Kingdom of God?"

The other party used a declarative tone, not a question, which made the atmosphere tense and fraught with danger.

Her coughing was also a way to ease the awkwardness, make herself appear serious, and continue with the procedural questions.

"I'm having a hard time answering that question. Why don't you go ask your god?"

Saint Karina teased him on purpose.

"Besides, I do have the mark of God. How about I show you my conscience and let you touch it? It's just that it's not the mark of your God."

"Who wants to touch you!"

Finally, Miss Angel also settled in Bengbu.

Even the divine messenger could not bear Saint Karina's repeated torture and harassment, and he spoke out.

"How will you know which god is the greatest if you don't touch it? Maybe you'll switch sides and join mine?"

"You're talking nonsense! I am a messenger created by God, and I will never betray my faith!"

Although her family's god is gone, the offspring of God and the flame of God remain in God's kingdom.

The power of God still influences and sustains their operation; she cannot betray God.

Saint Karina was now considered an enemy by her. If she had a data panel, Saint Karina would have seen that the angel who was still smiling gently had a favorability rating of -100.

“God’s kingdom does not welcome people like you who covet God’s wealth. I will immediately implement the purge plan.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Angel's face changed from a smiling face, like a figure changing its module, to a blank poker face.

She stomped her foot, and the ground instantly cracked and collapsed, turning the solid ground into a highly destructive curtain.

The angel was incredibly fast, her figure becoming a blur. Saint Karina tried several magical attacks to strike her, but none succeeded.

In the blink of an eye, she went from being a certain distance from Saint Karina to being close enough to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Her palm was like a blade, and a sharp hand chop came down.

Saint Karina had no doubt that this hand chop could shatter mountains and break rocks, and it was no weaker than an alloy knife in severing her neck.

"brush!"

Saint Karina, of course, would not stand idly by and watch her opponent strike down with a knife. She too moved swiftly, disappearing from her spot.

She drew her holy sword directly and swung it down in a diagonal motion, showing no mercy just because her opponent was a beautiful woman.

"ah!"

The opponent let out a delicate sound and was directly struck by Saint Karina's attack.

However, after the sword pierced through, the sensation of the cut on the body was not flesh and blood, nor did any blood flow out; it felt like sand.

Santa Karina took a closer look and saw that the area past the low-lying area between the two headlights had an unusually smooth cut surface, containing no human tissue but rather a layer of clay.

It seems her guess was correct; these people were indeed made of clay.

"It's not a corpse."

Saint Karina also made a special mention of it.

"Oh dear, how can we take everything an evil god says at face value?"

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the evil god echoed in my mind.

"And when I said she was a corpse, she didn't seem like a machine at all when she talked to you. Instead, she seemed like someone with her own thoughts and judgment, someone who could communicate with people."

"You're the first guy to call himself an evil god. Shouldn't the others be busy fooling His followers and messengers?"

"That depends on whether you believe me, my proxy~"

"I do not believe."

Saint Karina completely ignored the evil god Eris's nonsense; she wouldn't believe a single word he said, not even a punctuation mark.

The only time you can believe in an evil god is when your interests align with theirs. And you also have to be careful that the evil god doesn't set traps for you, since there can't be only one agent.

There are almost no agents who betray evil gods, because the two sides are not on the same level of power at all. However, there are far too many evil gods who betray their agents. It is only because Eris is in a sealed state, a special situation that makes it inconvenient to find more agents, that the foundation of cooperation between the two sides is relatively solid.

"How can there only be profit? My agent, we've had intimate relations!"

As if able to see what was going on in Saint Karina's head, a playful female voice rang out in Saint Karina's mind.

"Is that your body? You clearly used other women's bodies to make up the numbers?"

"But you enjoyed it too, didn't you?"

“I’m a decent person, don’t accuse me. That kind of thing wasn’t what I wanted, you forced me to do it.”

"Hehehe, I like your stubbornness too~"

Hearing the silvery laughter that exploded in her head, Saint Karina did not continue to argue.

It was certainly pleasurable, but no matter how realistic the senses were in the illusion, it couldn't compare to the pleasure of the real world.

Not only after hanging herself for Ernest VII, this crooked tree, Saint Karina has had many more women in this world; this must be what it feels like to be surrounded by forests.

"I have many women. I'll find it really appealing when you give me your real body."

"When you reach my level, I can consider this suggestion; giving it to you wouldn't be out of the question, my dear proxy."

The evil god in her mind was causing trouble again; her harassment of Saint Karina was ever-present, and she often carried it out in person.

Perhaps, when Saint Karina reaches her level, this joke might actually come true in the future.

After all, even if Saint Karina, who is only human, were to recover to the tenth rank, she would not be able to look directly at the divine face. Even the voice of the god was a modified, encrypted, and secure channel.

181. The Town That Came Back to Life

"Instead of all this, shouldn't you look around?"

The evil god's voice rang out with schadenfreude.

Saint Karina immediately looked left and right, and found that the clay figures that had been static had come to life from their sculpted state. They were already lifelike and incredibly realistic, and now they all turned their heads in unison, their eyes like dark vortexes, staring at Saint Karina, the intruder.

Another change is that they originally maintained their behavior patterns from when they were alive, and each Nendoroid had a different expression, whether it was joy, sorrow, grief, or anger. Now their expressions are just like the angels before, with straight faces and expressionless expressions.

The gaze was eerie and chilling; thousands of eyes converged, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why didn't you ask sooner, my proxy?"

She was almost driven half to death by the voice in her mind, but Saint Karina knew that now was not the time to argue with the evil god; she should brace herself and deal with these dummies.

The next instant, as if seeing that Saint Karina had turned her attention to them, they stopped pretending and the few closest to Saint Karina pounced on her like hungry ghosts.

Her speed far exceeded that of ordinary people, but it was still far inferior to that of the angel, so Saint Karina easily dodged it.

She gripped the holy sword and slashed, unleashing an astonishing sword aura that rippled through the air. Besides shattering the clay figures that lunged at her, it also devastated nearby buildings.

Time flew by, and the buildings within a fifty-meter radius, as well as the clay figures affected by the aftershocks, all witnessed their god.

Saint Karina noticed that the clay figure, violently torn apart by the sword energy, appeared as if its limbs were being twisted and dismantled by some terrifying, invisible force. After its body shattered, what remained was not flesh and blood, but countless clay chunks, large and small, scattered all over the ground.

"Clap clap clap."

Like scattering beans, these irregular fragments, after breaking apart, fall to the ground like a drizzle.

However, although Saint Karina's destructive range was considerable and its power sufficient, there were simply too many Nendoroids here. The few she had just destroyed were nothing compared to what she had seen. She could see that even more Nendoroids were rapidly gathering in this direction, armed with whatever weapons they could find.

The ground trembled slightly from the frantic running, a scene reminiscent of Plants vs. Zombies, where hordes of zombies were poking and ready to pounce.

Unfortunately, Saint Karina didn't have machine guns, nor could she arrange for piles of plants to block the zombies. Her solution was to draw a magic circle on the spot and use magic to fight off the crowd.

In this magical age, numbers often serve only to sweep away dust. At a fixed distance, magicians are never afraid of numbers, unless the number of people becomes so great that their magic is depleted.

Saint Karina frequently uses the Holy Sword, but she is essentially a magic swordswoman, a dual practitioner of magic and swordsmanship. She cannot use magic, which is impossible.