Sacred Word Golden Talisman

Wells Territory.

The days of warfare had thrown the already unstable territory into even greater chaos.

After praying and offering their Power of Faith for days on end, most of the territory's subjects were now utterly exhausted and basically unable to work.

Many others had severely overdrawn their faith. They had become completely unhinged, as if possessed by madness.

As for the Holy Army and Temple Warriors, their humanity had also been worn away beneath their holy images. Every movement they made looked like that of a puppet on strings.

At the church in the central region of the territory, an angel over a hundred meters tall curled up with its eyes closed inside God's Lock, which was covered in cracks. A hazy holy light radiated from its body and enveloped the entire Wells Territory.

After advancing to the Transcendent level, this angel, which had possessed only half a chest when it descended, had now grown complete limbs and a pair of wings.

Although its proportions were somewhat unbalanced, its strength was still not to be underestimated.

Wells had been able to dominate the area within several hundred kilometers, and this angel had contributed greatly.

Buzz~

Amid the soft hum, the angel suddenly opened its eyes and looked above the edge of the Wells Territory.

At the same time, visible ripples spread through the hazy holy light, wave after wave, as if scanning for something.

The area watched by the angel twisted. A human figure flickered in and out of view, seemingly attempting to break through some kind of blockade and descend into the Wells Territory.

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A faint, ethereal chant of Buddhist hymns rang out. Aside from the Holy Army, Temple Warriors, and clerics, everyone in the Wells Territory who heard the Salvation Gospel immediately put down whatever they