A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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As for the depletion of magic power, given the easily broken structure of those clay figures, Saint Karina will not consider this situation for the time being.

"The Holy Flame is Unparalleled!"

Her hands moved at a speed of sixty-four times, and she drew a complex, obscure, profound, and ancient magic circle.

Starting from the ground beneath her feet, a red light flashed and then spread to a much farther place, like a light wave washing the ground. All the clay figures rushing towards this side were blocked by an invisible force. Then, they were carried backward by terrifying kinetic energy and flew out, their bodies disintegrating in mid-air.

"Swish..."

Time, the unparalleled mowing of grass.

Moreover, this attack didn't end with just a few dozen meters of sword energy; its radius expanded to nearly a thousand meters, making it a true area-of-effect attack.

The clay figures were immediately overwhelmed and routed.

Saint Karina's move is even more automated than the high ground towers in a tower defense game.

The light waves are not just one-time events, but continuous, repeated impacts, which can turn the clay figures in this area into harvested crops, just like harvesting wheat fields during the harvest season.

"Hehehe, it seems these guys aren't even qualified to cause you any trouble."

Seeing that Saint Karina had the upper hand, the evil god who had disconnected earlier due to some trouble has now reconnected.

"They're just clay figures that aren't even at the third rank. The angel from before was about the same rank as me, a sixth rank. They would be troublesome for ordinary people, but they pose no threat to me."

Saint Karina was already used to the evil god's self-amusement-seeking behavior, and started chatting with her on the spot.

Watching the fireworks exploding outside, the simple, fiery fireworks of artillery, surprisingly devoid of blood and flesh, were not cruel at all, but rather aesthetically pleasing. This kind of beauty in war is something I rarely experience.

"However, given the commotion you've made, the thing you're looking for must already know where you're going."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not here to steal."

Saint Karina has a very open-minded attitude.

"Aren't you going to steal or rob? What are you planning to do?"

"There's nothing we can do. If they don't hand it over, we'll just start fighting. Can you find the direction of the Fire Seed? As you said, that thing has already developed its own consciousness and is even pretending to be a god, creating so many human gods and angel-like messengers."

Saint Karina grabbed the nearest "corpse" remains and examined them.

These clay figures number at most around ten thousand. The town's size is limited, and it would be a disaster to accommodate that many people. This is even considering that clay figures don't need to eat, drink, or relieve themselves; they have no physiological needs and don't need to benefit future generations by exploring biological origins.

Given Saint Karina's magical destructive speed, she could take care of it quickly, but she didn't know exactly how many similar creatures there were in the underworld.

Aside from humans, Saint Karina couldn't think of any reason why the other party wouldn't sculpt them. In fact, compared to other creatures or magical creations, the human body structure is the most fragile. If it were sculpted into a beast form, or even directly into the prototype of a divine beast, it would pose a greater threat to Saint Karina.

Those clay figures are ultimately not real people; the term "corpse" is most fitting.

Saint Karina now felt that what the evil god said made a lot of sense. After all, so many people had died. Although they possessed human thought and behavior patterns, in terms of emotions, it was more accurate to say that they subconsciously imitated humans rather than possessing them.

For example, when you should be happy, you should smile; when you should be sad, you should shed a couple of tears; when you should be angry, you should express your anger and unite against a common enemy.

Just like now, so many "people" have died, yet they still obey the commands of that supreme being, without a trace of fear or dread. They are even more fearless than the most valiant legions of human nations, charging forward with all their might, making Saint Karina unable to regard them as "human beings."

182. Like stirring up a hornet's nest.

"Finding the location of the fire, of course I can."

The evil god's voice was very certain.

"Let's go then."

After breaking up most of the Nendoroids, Saint Karina completely lost interest in these non-threatening Nendoroids.

In fact, she didn't need to fight these guys to the death on the ground; she could just fly.

As for damaging these "figures," she was acting in self-defense.

"Eris, is there any danger in the air?"

With the evil god guiding her, Saint Karina did not linger any longer.

However, she could see that there were several similar town buildings along this direction, filled with countless clay figures.

"It's dangerous... who knows if it is? But trouble is on its way."

"By the command of the Son of God, slay the trespassers and those who disturb the peace of God's Kingdom!"

The speech, brimming with a sense of justice, brought back that familiar feeling.

Saint Karina turned her head and saw another angel dressed even more improperly, but with holy light shining on her key parts, so she didn't really see anything.

With wings on its back and fabric so light and airy it looked like something out of a summer beach outfit, the angel hovered in the air. Saint Karina suspected the wings were just decorations.

After all, the ability to fly doesn't even require flapping, so there's more to it than meets the eye.

"Good heavens, Divine Messenger Number Two."

Saint Karina didn't talk to the angel "figures" that were like nested dolls with different head modules; she just complained to the evil god in her mind.

Having failed to communicate with the divine messenger before, she knew there was no room for them to sit down and chat.

"It's not just number two; your troubles go far beyond that."

The evil god's gloating voice rang out.

She was happy to see Santa Karina get her comeuppance and enjoyed watching the spectacle. As long as Santa Karina's life wasn't threatened, she would just stand by and watch the show.

Just like Saint Karina's entanglements with those women, filled with love, hate, and grudges, Eris doesn't forget to interfere in the illusion, causing Saint Karina a headache.

"I have come by the will of the Son of God. Heretics, kill without mercy!"

From all directions, led by the first angel to arrive, they formed a dense, encircling net in the air, their presence shortening into a circle.

They held longswords or spears, their metallic sheen a chilling glint. Their faces were deathly pale, and their gazes toward Saint Karina were devoid of emotion, filled only with a cold, murderous intent.

"It's just calling for reinforcements, I can do that too."

Saint Karina isn't skilled at sculpting figurines, but she can sculpt elemental creatures using magic.

She immediately pulled out her large, powerful, flying summoned creature and started calling for reinforcements as well.

It is said that a magic swordsman who cannot summon magic is not a good magic swordsman, and a mage who cannot summon reinforcements is not an excellent mage. Saint Karina was only doing what was worthy of her former tenth-rank status [that is, a tenth-ring mage].

Her base of support was immediately shaken out, and crimson firebirds with flames engulfing their bodies appeared, trailing long tail feathers that resembled comets streaking across the sky, illuminating the space.

They resemble phoenixes, but their strength is far inferior to that of real phoenixes. However, they are still sufficient to deal with the other "fake angels" over there.

The divine messengers created by the "Son of God" range from the fourth to the sixth rank, and are generally stronger than ordinary clay figures on the ground. They can also fly, are skilled in combat over a wide area, and are numerous. Saint Karina now knows where many of the people who came in lost their lives.

If the danger is in the forest, even if it is a mist beast, as long as they cooperate properly, the threat they pose is not too great, because those mist beasts are not particularly strong. Most of them are transformed forest wild animals, with strength ranging from level one to level three, and the number of powerful leaders is no more than a handful.

However, once they reached the "gate," although the townspeople's strength was equally mediocre, seemingly similar to the threats outside, the atmosphere was much more eerie. The difference lay in the presence of the angelic legion.

During the tug-of-war, the number of people around Saint Karina had reached over a thousand.

With the path to the fire source blocked, Saint Karina was naturally extremely annoyed. She directly commanded the firebird elemental creatures to attack the surrounding army of angels, grabbing any one they could find without regard for losses. They switched from stable output to self-destruct mode, exploding whenever they grabbed an angel's wing or limb.

Bang!

Small mushroom clouds exploded in the air, the scalding blasts whipping people's hair and making it hard to open their eyes. The red halos became so dense that they formed fire rings, and the deafening explosions shattered the silence, echoing throughout the space.

The original peace and tranquility had long since vanished, and at this moment, Saint Karina truly resembled a major villain.

"Clap clap clap."

The sound of rain falling echoed through the air. Although the elemental beings lacked sentience and were not truly living beings, the angelic being, after being shattered, also broke into countless small pieces. After the explosion, irregular chunks of clay, charred black from the heat, scattered across the ground.

This was actually a last resort, which is why Saint Karina chose such an environmentally unfriendly and wasteful way to make the figurines.

Because these angels or ground people, these clay figures, regardless of their strength, have no vital points and are fearless, Saint Karina chose a more aggressive method that could deplete the opponent's numbers in the contest of attrition.

Saint Karina felt confident; these clay figures couldn't possibly keep coming like a hornet's nest.

Using self-destruction to summon creatures in exchange for angels consumes a lot of magic power, but Saint Karina believes that these angels cannot be replenished indefinitely. Just like those in the town, she killed them all without noticing that she couldn't replenish them in time. After they were destroyed, the clay town would become an empty city, lifeless and desolate, like an enlarged sand table, an empty shell.

Ten minutes later...

"I can do it! I'm absolutely capable!"

Twenty minutes later...

"A woman should never say she can't do it!"

Thirty minutes later...

"Eris, is this what you call a little trouble?"

Hours later...

"Lorian, you're swearing! What the hell is this lunatic?! Some self-absorbed shut-in who calls himself a god?"

In that hour, Saint Karina must have blown up at least tens of thousands of angels, if not thousands.

If she hadn't been something other than an ordinary sixth-tier cultivator, and if the power within her body hadn't completely vanished but instead formed shackles, turning the vast ocean into a usable lake with a trickle of water—in reality, her total magical power was still quite considerable—she would have given up long ago.

However, even though she destroyed so many angels, the number of these divine messengers who claimed to be righteous, with their stern faces, and came to judge her did not decrease in the slightest. On the contrary, they surrounded her in dense, layer upon layer, like an iron barrel, and their numbers seemed to be increasing.

183. A Faster Way

The number is so large that even with Saint Karina's exchange policy, the problem cannot be solved.

She changed her strategy and prepared to charge straight in.

Guided by an evil god, she eventually arrived at a palace filled with an aura of holiness and majesty after many twists and turns.

Under the blue sky, the golden sunlight painted the temple with a fresh base color; its ancient glory, though perhaps not much remains, is still dazzling enough.

And a woman was playing in the mud in front of the main hall.

Or rather, her hands were like a miracle, bringing lifelike people to life in her hands.

Due to structural considerations, she sculpted the girl's head with thick hair piled high, adorned with a floral crown, thus preserving the girl's slender neck and waist. The exquisite and delicate carving is truly remarkable.

The clay figures that she touched came to life, breathing and, like newborns, opening their big eyes to look at the unknown world.

"You've arrived..."

After finishing the delicate work, the girl turned around and looked at Saint Karina and the other girl.

Her expression was calm, showing no surprise at Santa Karina's arrival.

"Do you think what I've created is like a miracle?"

"If you're talking about exploring the origins of life, I think there are even faster ways."

Saint Karina made two circles, then overlapped them one on top of the other, making a motion resembling grinding tofu.

In this world, it is no longer difficult for women to give birth.

"As long as the two women are free from physical ailments, they can succeed with just simple, beneficial aerobic exercise."

"..."

The woman didn't reply, probably taken aback by the topic of Saint Karina.

However, she wasn't angry; she still asked in a gentle, spring-like tone:

"You and the god behind you have come all this way, causing such a commotion. What business do you have with me?"

This guy's face is flawless, without a single blemish; it's so exquisitely crafted it's like a miracle.

"Look at what you're saying, what do you mean 'what business do I have with you'? Didn't you already know we were coming? Those winged people who claim to be divine messengers were sent by you to stop us, weren't they?"

“I did not give any instructions. My creations were simply obeying the driving force that existed from the beginning, wanting to drive you away.”

The pot was big and round, but the woman didn't take it.

“Although I’ve been doing nothing underground and haven’t gone out, I can theoretically make as many clay figures as I want. But the number you broke is still a tenth of my stockpile accumulated over the years. How will you compensate me?”

After destroying the army of figurines that the other party had been creating for who knows how many years in the world behind the door, Saint Karina asked herself honestly, if it were her, she certainly wouldn't have been able to remain so calm and composed.

However, regarding compensation, her target was this woman, or rather, after killing the woman, she would obliterate her consciousness, returning the spark to a state of zero, making it impossible for the two sides to reach a reconciliation.

"I think my coming here directly is direct enough. Compensation is out of the question, don't even think about it. What I want is you, and if you don't give it to me, I'll just take it by force."

What Saint Karina needs is the fire; it is something she must obtain.

"Rob? How arrogant..."

The woman's smile had vanished, and her eyes were now deep and dark, clearly indicating that she was plotting something against Saint Karina.

She understood that Saint Karina wanted all of her, from her body to her very core.