The Guillotine

The two are now in the sacred square in front of the Holy Hall, a small area surrounded by millions of people kneeling in worship.

A vast crowd filled the square, with countless believers bowing their heads and prostrating themselves on the ground, their robes layered upon each other, creating an atmosphere of boundless piety in the silence.

If it weren't for the powerful management systems of the individuals and [Church] in the Mortal World, such a dense population would have erupted into War Stomp with just a moment of chaos, turning millions into mincemeat and creating speed bumps everywhere.

The two are planning to develop their careers within the Church; it's a real shame that Mu Hongyuan's abilities aren't being utilized there.

Perhaps she was born with Faith Side.

After a while, Ansen used his telepathy to ask Mu Hongyuan:

"Han Fairy, do you understand why believers refer to their God as '[He]'?"

"It is highly likely that God transcend mortals, having no distinction between male and female, yin and yang, hence the use of a neutral term."

Mu Hongyuan was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to suddenly ask about such a subtle detail of the rules. After a moment's thought, he gave a serious answer.

In fact, many Survivors have already lost their gender; their outward appearance is merely a reflection of their former identity and sexual preferences.

Ansen shook his head. "No, no, no. There's an inappropriate way to put it: it's because believers' emotions and desires can easily influence their faith output, and using a neutral [He] can avoid some of the influence of [him] and [her]."

"But unfortunately, once communication tools like the internet emerged, after the era of great repression, let alone [it], even [it] became First Ring everyone's play."

"This is also why many religious civilizations don't like their followers to interact too much; sexual fetishes are something for personal enjoyment, not for spreading."

Mu Hongyuan: "..."

That makes so much sense, doesn't it?

Amidst the turmoil of emotions, a strong sense of foreboding suddenly swept through Mu Hongyuan's heart. He turned his head and asked telepathically, "Speaking of which, what was the ending of the first Fairy Tale of your era?"

"We both entered the Holy Hall safely," Ansen said, puzzled.

"There's no restriction on the method of identification?" Mu Hongyuan's unease grew.

"No need. Just getting involved would involve experts above the Eleventh Ring, and I can't afford the cost. Just getting two Pious Ones' identities will suffice. I can get in by kneeling until noon, and you'll have time to retrain." Ansen's consideration was quite thorough.

Mu Hongyuan's lips twitched. "... You even know there's Eleventh Ring— "

Before the words were finished, the world suddenly went dark.

A massive figure suddenly appeared in front of the two, blocking out the golden light emanating from the Holy Hall and plunging the entire area into shadow.

They are Holy Hall Knights.

This is not the kind of ragged, non-combat female Knight kept by nobles, but Tenth-Ring Knight fully armed from head to toe, truly protecting the Holy Hall, blessed by the gods.

The Knight was nearly ten meters tall, standing majestically like a mountain. His heavy armor was engraved with dense ancient divine runes, and a Divine Monitor as clear as crystal floated in his palm.

The mental dialogue between the two was clearly displayed above!

What is Fairy Tale, and what is its ending?

The Knight's blood-red vertical pupils Lock-On the two, his gaze icy and piercing, and a holy pressure swept over the entire area.

"His words are bizarre, he speaks recklessly of the Gods, and harbors heresy. No further interrogation is needed. This Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon shall be executed on the spot today and perish here."

Ansen was shocked.

What does it mean to have your mental conversations overheard by natives?

Has your technology developed to this level?!

If they get Elbow Strike by the locals in this era, won't they be elbowed away in the next?!

And how could you possibly understand what we were saying? We were speaking our own language, how could you possibly understand us?!

"The Survivors have cooperated with the [Church]," Mu Hongyuan replied calmly, before suddenly leaping up.

The slender figure vanished in an instant, leaving only Ansen and the Holy Hall Knight staring at each other.

"Eh, that..."

The next instant, the Knight's terrifying punch, imbued with overwhelming holy power, crashed down.

A deafening roar shook the plaza, and an overwhelming force pierced through the earth, slamming Ansen deep into the ground!

The Berserk shockwave swept wildly from the point of impact, and ordinary believers kneeling within a one-kilometer radius did not even have time to scream before their bodies instantly disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist.

Believers in more distant areas were swept away by layers of shockwaves, with severed limbs and broken bodies flying everywhere, and the dead and wounded lying in heaps, a scene of extreme carnage.

"What the heck, what a waste?!"

Ansen, whose body was reduced to a broken skeleton, was dragged out of a deep pit, hundreds of meters deep, by a completely black puppet. He was somewhat shocked.

"To be martyred for God is the ultimate destiny of mortal believers. They break free from worldly suffering, their souls are bathed in Holy Light, and they will eventually ascend to the Heavenly Kingdom to dwell eternally beside God."

Literally, it means ascending to the Heavenly Kingdom.

Ansen clearly saw the broken souls of countless tragically deceased believers break free from their physical bodies, transforming into specks of shimmering white Spiritual Light that rose gently into the air.

A gentle yet domineering divine power drew in countless souls, slowly pulling them towards the boundless Void above the Holy Temple, converging on the blurry God phantom of a god at the edge of the sky.

The God worshipped by the Church is real, and the Divine Kingdom is real.

A purple worm crawled out of Ansen's chest and appeared on the Holy Hall Knight's chest in the next instant.

It extended its long, narrow mouthparts, exhaled filthy breath, and planted a Curse upon him, causing his hair to turn white and his body to wither.

At the same time, Mu Hongyuan, who had just disappeared, reappeared behind the Holy Hall Knight, and a scissor kick powerful enough to split mountains was about to strike his head.

The holy silver armor, imbued with divine power, shattered instantly, and the Knight's head, with its scarlet eyes wide open, was severed and rolled to the ground.

Ansen, now reduced to a skeleton, sighed with emotion.

[Fairy]'s legs are definitely the most desirable guillotine in Survival Games.

"Leave quickly, it's not a good time to stay. Go find Scholars to kill time with."

The Tenth-Ring Knights are not that weak; they are immortal in and around the Holy Hall. The Holy Hall Knight in front of them was simply affected by Ansen and Mu Hongyuan's control skills.

Dozens of Holy Hall Knights in the distance, clad in holy armor and exuding a chilling aura, turned their heads in unison, their cold Lock-On locking onto the two figures.

Deeper within the Holy Hall, a vast divine thought originating from Twelfth Ring powerhouse pierced through layers of palace walls and projected indifferently.

After leaving those words behind, Mu Hongyuan vanished from the spot once more.

"No, wait! We're not going anywhere, we're going into the Holy Hall!"