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

[Fifteen minutes until the second stage]

After my body and spirit had fully recovered, it was time to prepare for the second attack.

The effect of the statue's Holy Light was akin to a diluted version of Holy Water. Without the Holy Light's Healing, not only An Su, but even two genuine Saints would be completely drained physically and spiritually after resisting the Stitched Legion for three hours.

After every group battle, returning to Holy Water to replenish was essential for sustaining a long fight—it was the traditional approach for orthodox gamers.

Ah, basking in Holy Light is truly comfortable... Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

An Su let out a relaxed sigh, a light layer of warm sweat on his back, feeling as if he were walking on a soft sandy beach.

In the future, invent a Holy Light sauna...

Luo Xiaohei, who was nearby, saw how content An Su was and grew curious. But she was the great and evil Chaotic Saintess, chaos within chaos, the Esoteric Sect within the Esoteric Sect. She would surely be harmed by the Holy Light.

If so, it would reveal her identity as an undercover agent of the Esoteric Sect.

Luo Xiaohei circled An Su several times, tentatively reaching her little paw into the area covered by Holy Light before quickly retracting it. She paused and then tried again.

An Su, seeing Luo Xiaohei's eager demeanor, directly grasped her small paw and dragged it into the Holy Light. Luo Xiaohei initially wailed pitifully and struggled frantically... but eventually, her expression became calm.

Hmm... seems fine.

Hmm?

Luo Xiaohei had a look of questioning life on her face.

She patted herself down, finding no missing parts, her fur unscathed by the Holy Light. After inspecting the statue and finding no issues... Luo Xiaohei's expression once again became one of questioning life, as she recalled even drinking Holy Water during a previous mission.

Her feelings suddenly became complicated.

Since she had already consumed Holy Water, another soak in Holy Light... shouldn't affect her status as the great and evil Chaotic Saintess, right?

After all, nobody recognized her.

With this thought, the Chaotic Saintess, who sought only comfort and sensory pleasure without a burden, comfortably rested her head on An Su's lap, basking in the warm Holy Light. Her eyes slightly squinted, she purred contentedly.

Bathing in Holy Light truly was comfortable... An Su's thighs also made for a firm and resilient pillow...

Upon returning to my hometown, I'll open a Holy Light steam sauna.

Luo Xiaohei drooped her head, almost falling asleep.

"Mr. Chenxing."

In the center of the cathedral, the Saintess Elf, seated ceremonially on the altar, slowly opened her eyes. She tilted her head and said with a smile,

"It's not good to slack off during work hours."

"I'm accumulating sunlight," An Su replied lazily, opening his eyes to ask, "Aren't you in the middle of a grand prayer ceremony? Won't chatting distract you? I recall the Dawn ritual requiring complete focus."

"As long as I'm not disturbed at critical moments, it's fine," Cersei laughed as she looked at him.

"Is that so." An Su also smiled, thoughtfully adding, "That's very noble of Prince Cersei."

He gained new insights into Cersei's power. In the original story settings, even the historically renowned Dawn Saintess had to stay completely silent for six hours. The slightest inattention would fail the ceremony, resulting in either a complete do-over or severe injuries.

"Rather than worrying about the ceremony, you should focus on your protective duties, Mr. Chenxing," Cersei said with a smile. Ever since An Su agreed to cooperate, the Princess began addressing him as 'Chenxing.'

Her words had barely left her lips when, as if in response to the Princess's remark, a thunderous boom rose in the distance. The stained-glass windows on all four sides of the Dawn Cathedral shattered, Magic Power displaced and twisted, fragments soaring into the air and drifting with the wind, the echo lingering on.

Another Magic Screen had broken. An Su looked towards the sound—it came from the north side of the cathedral, in the direction of the chapel.

The initially breached tower lay to the south of Dawn Cathedral, now precisely on the north side, the two extremities about two to three kilometers apart.

[The second stage will arrive in ten minutes]

[Barrier of Dawn Chapel has been shattered]

[Followers of Life will launch simultaneous attacks from the tower and chapel]

For one person, defending two opposite points was impossible. Simply on the grounds of speed, the task could not be completed.

An Su found it hard not to suspect that Merlin had orchestrated it this way on purpose.

"The first stage was just toying with you," Merlin watched the Magic Guidance Screen with great interest, curious to see how An Su would respond next.

The first stage's Stitched Life were merely flawed products in Merlin's design, the true masterpieces he painstakingly stitched were yet to come!

Unfortunately, Cersei killed the Dawn Saintess and abbreviated the prayer from six hours to three. Otherwise, the later masterpieces would have been even more thrilling.

Nobody could stitch like Merlin!

While now there were only three stages, that was more than enough to repair a minor An Su.

"What do you plan to do?" Cersei asked, noticing An Su still looked calm. She cocked her head. "You must have a solution, right, Mr. Chenxing?"

"Of course. Just waiting to reap the harvest," An Su limbered up, stepping out of the Holy Light and donning the Holy Knight's pure white robe and strapping the Holy Sword to his waist. He smiled excitedly, "I have prepared for three stages as well."

"Only Radiance can banish all darkness," he declared, his azure eyes brimming with holiness.