All the ratfolk warriors stared with their eyes and mouths agape in bewilderment.
Their mouths were so wide open that they could have swallowed a Woolly Mammoth with towering tusks.
Yet no matter how they racked their brains, they could not find words precise or rich enough in their meager vocabularies to describe the shock this golden Goddess of War statue gave them—a hundred times stronger than that of the Zombie Rat God.
The golden Goddess of War seemed to wear three to five layers of Totem Armor nested over one another.
Every set of armor possessed a crystal-clear, translucent texture.
Countless golden threads crisscrossed between the armor layers, forming an intricate network of Spiritual Energy circulation.
Like blood vessels and nerves, they outlined this dazzling, resplendent life-form that seemed to be made of energy itself.
Her features still resembled those of the Ancient Dream Saintess from the past.
But the lines of her face had become sharper, carrying the heroic air of marble carved into form.
The flame-like light blazing from her four pupils had become clearer and more resolute, as though it could illuminate the dark road ahead for ten thousand miles, a road strewn with blood and thorns.
In her left hand, she held an octagonal shield covered in golden spikes, bristling with aggression.
Her raised right hand, however, gripped a golden Giant Sword wreathed in arcs of lightning.
This Giant Sword seemed to have been condensed from ten thousand rays of the fiercest noonday sunlight and ten thousand bolts of the brightest lightning in the dead of night, possessing a mysterious power that pierced the soul.
Even ratfolk warriors standing at the very edge of the formation, hundreds of meters away, felt that the Ancient Dream Saintess's sword light was rushing straight toward them when they