The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

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"Shanzhai, it seems our Esoteric Religion is brimming with talent," Bishop Rada said with a satisfied smile, "With these outstanding new members, the great revival of our Cult is just around the corner!"

"All of this is thanks to your leadership, Your Eminence!" the vice-bishop hastened to say. "Shanzhai!"

"Shanzhai!"

The congregation stood up, the future where the Painful Esoteric Sect would thrive was not far away!

...

At this very moment.

The Serpent of Pain, the leader of the Ri Zi Cult, Assyria.Xius, had come to the alley as agreed, but he did not see Miss Yangzi.

He had waited for a full hour.

Anxious, he searched around but still could not find his beloved Miss Yangzi. Deciding that he was on the verge of death, he began to go insane on the spot, kneeling in agony on the street corner, continuously hitting his own face while murmuring in despair, "Wuu, Miss Yangzi, my Miss Yangzi... do not leave me..."

Having his anxieties sliced away by An Su, his mental state was already terrible; now, with additional erosion from his idol, he could not take any more stress.

Passersby, seeing his mad state, quickly went around him, thinking to themselves about reporting him to the Order Church, as he looked exactly like someone from a Mixed Cult.

An Su, along with Lister and Arthur, hid in the distance, frowning as they watched Assyria lose his sanity.

"Brother Su, he seems a bit out of hand," Arthur swallowed nervously - the man was too eerie, and he did not dare to approach and knock him out, fearing he might get bitten and infected.

A crazed fan can be terrifying when they lose their mind.

They can erupt with combat power far beyond what's usual.

An Su nodded in agreement; cases of stabbing an idol in anime were too vivid in his mind, and engaging directly was not an option.

Nor could they startle the quarry.

Not taking action personally was best.

Fortunately, An Su had already thought of a solution.

Repeat the same trick.

"Come closer." An Su whispered in the ears of the two, who immediately showed an understanding expression.

Arthur immediately used friendly communication, with the voice of "Miss Yangzi" via the magic network to pass information to Assyria.

Assyria looked relieved and hurriedly answered the call, but the first thing he heard was Miss Yangzi's panting voice, "Huh, huff, are you there yet?"

"Yang, Miss Yangzi?" Assyria's shoulders trembled, "You, what are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm running on Henry Street, hmm... I'm on my way over."

Lister leaned close to Arthur, making a low and magnetic breathing sound, "Huff.. huff, hmm, hmm."

"Who's that man next to you!" Assyria was desperate, his world seemed to be collapsing, even a fool knew what had happened!

"I am 'the son of life sacrifice,' Rosca, hahaha, Miss Yangzi is mine now." Lister recited the name he had received, "I even intend to summon an octopus to play with."

Octopus!

Assyria had not expected the sunny and pure Miss Yangzi to be into such wild things.

She must have been corrupted and tainted by those evil Life Esoteric Cultists, to have become like this.

His goddess, his sun, was stolen by others just like that.

Henry Street was just nearby.

It was an abandoned street, seldom visited, with overgrown weeds and a wild charm.

Could it be, that they had called him here as part of someone else's task?

Assyria remembered that this son of life sacrifice was from the Full Moon Treasure Cult, it was a religious war, a holy war not to be blasphemed.

It must be the suppression of the Full Moon Treasure!

That dark and terrible mood spread swiftly within his soul, and the Serpent of Pain had never known such agony before. In the utmost torment, his sanity collapsed, he was too angry to speak, and at once he drew the long knife from his waist and headed towards Henry Street.

His goddess must have been seduced by the heretics; he would reclaim his goddess.

The glorious days of the Ri Zi Cult were not far off.

At the same time.

Lister began to communicate using the voice of "Miss Yue'er" to the son of life sacrifice, hinting that Yue'er had been stolen by chaotic stairs.

An Su used a recorded voice of Miss Kavensis to communicate with chaotic stairs, suggesting that Kavensis had been stolen by the Serpent of Pain.

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A good green triangle cycle was formed.

Ansu, the mayor, had always been committed to the environmental protection plans for the entire imperial capital, which was something a saint should do.

Less than half an hour had passed.

The night grew deeper; the dark night stirred the clouds, as if a dreadful storm was looming, and the rain drizzled down, wetting the streets of the abandoned slum on Henry Street.

A believer's battle was on the brink of breaking out.

Once extreme fanatics lost their reason, the resulting consequences were terrifying.

The entire battlefield was exceedingly brutal.

The Serpent of Pain, Assyria.Xius, made the first move, using Forbidden Magic to transform into a male magic serpent, with scales as black as steel, and gusty winds howling. Only the serpent's head was without scales, not even skin, remaining bald, indicating that the concept-level magic was still in effect; hence it was called the Shameless Serpent.

This was a Forbidden Technique, after using which Assyria would completely turn into a beast, losing his humanity and retaining only his animal instincts, devouring everything in sight.

His rank shot straight to Fourth Order.

The Saint Heir immediately sensed trouble and quickly used his adept Summoning Magic to call forth a female water snake, entirely white with elegant curves, seductively writhing.

"Give me back my Yue'er!"

Upon seeing this seductive little white water snake, Assyria, now reduced to mere instinct, immediately coiled around her, entangled with affection.

Meanwhile, on another side, Rosca had also begun chanting Forbidden Magic.

He tore down the stairs of the abandoned building and threw them at the pair of magical creatures.

"For the great Kavensis, Carmen!"
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For a moment, the rain poured down, and the entire scene was in utter chaos.

This was a holy war over faith.

As cultists, they were usually committing all manner of evil, murder, arson, and looting. But at this moment, for the first time, they were fighting for the justice and faith in their hearts.

They eagerly threw themselves into the battle, fighting for the prosperity of their respective cults and to take back their goddess from the enemy. They could do anything, shouting 'Ri Zi will prevail,' 'Not as good as Full Moon Treasure,' 'Kavensis is the best in the world.'

The sight of the war made Ansu and his two companions' blood boil, and they even cheered them on.

They even turned on their magic recording devices, capturing all the sounds.

Once the three of them had fought until they were splattered with blood and the transformation time for the Serpent of Pain had elapsed, he looked up in horror to find himself lying atop a white snake;

The Saint Heir was also frowning heavily. He had not anticipated that Assyria would be so ferocious, leaving his summoned creature on the brink of death;

Rosca had thrown all the stairs around him, panting heavily, unable to straighten his back anymore.

Ansu led Lister and Arthur, first using stealth magic learned from the Painful Esoteric Sect to reduce the sound of their footsteps, then sneaking up behind the three with bricks in hand and striking each on the back of their heads. The cultists collapsed at the sound, and the job was done.

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That night, in Heaven.

"We have been through a terrible fight with evil cultists," Ansu said seriously to Merlin, wiping the sweat from his forehead,

"All three cultists had their own abilities and methods, each an elite within the esoteric religions, but we did not give up. As the most devout saints, the three of us certainly could not tarnish the sacred glory, nor could we afford to fear or retreat."

"Ultimately, through our hard struggle, we defeated those evil cultists from the front in an upright and straightforward manner."

"That is all for my report," Ansu said.

Merlin wore an expression that said, 'Who are you trying to fool?'

But not everything Ansu said was false, because cultists truly had infiltrated the imperial capital.

That meant what Ansu said might be true!

Merlin found life to be somewhat dull; he wanted to take a holiday!

"Besides that, we've made a recording." Ansu played the recording for Merlin.

'Ri Zi will prevail,' 'Not as good as Full Moon Treasure,' 'Kavensis is the best in the world'

Hearing these fervent voices, Merlin was convinced.

It seemed the cultists were indeed planning something big.