The Higher-Dimensional Saint

"Bang!"

The Core Altar exploded.

"No, this is impossible, you must have dragged me into a dream..." The Hooded Robe Believer stared intently at Saint Anthony, his eyes sharp as knives.

"It's all fake, it's all fake!"

"Hahahaha, don't even think about fooling me!"

"..."

"This guy's gone mad," scoffed Ace Snake, the "Spellsinger of God."

Horamick Hayden, dressed in a white priest's robe, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ceremony interrupted, "How many people who believe in Evil God aren't Lunatic?"

He looked down at the devastation below and let out a soft sigh:

"Numerous Factory were destroyed, the dead numbered no less than ten thousand, and the injured countless others..."

"We reacted too slowly this time. Who would have thought that the Concealment organization called ' Fantasy Society ' was just a deliberate Bait?"

"Thanks to someone who gave an early warning."

"Otherwise, once their ritual is complete and they summon something, who knows how many people will die. That power that protected the ritual just now..."

At this point, the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease.

"The Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake scoffed, somewhat unconvinced, but unusually refrained from refuting, clearly understanding the troublesome nature of that power.

They can see and hear, but the attack cannot reach them.

This left the two Archbishop, who had already opened the door to divinity and walked a certain distance, with an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

They exchanged a glance, and the same thought crossed their minds.

fine...

The leader of the Evil God's Believer once worshipped the Evernight Goddess, which allowed Anthony to locate her through extremely weak Mysticism connections.

Suddenly, they heard the other person's rather heavy voice:

"That's not normal."

"Although the ceremony was interrupted, it doesn't seem to have failed."

Having already pinpointed the Dimension where the ritual took place and infused it with power, Saint Anthony clearly understood the situation better than the other two.

Although he Oldest One sensed something was amiss and began searching for the root of the problem, he managed to maintain a generally calm demeanor.

But this composure didn't last long.

Suddenly, Saint Anthony's expression changed drastically, and he shouted at his two companions:

"Not good!

"Evacuate the crowd and prepare for battle!"

"Although their ceremony was incomplete, it had already reached the second half, which did not affect its essence; at most, it was somewhat lacking in intensity."

"Those feedback signals tell me that something is about to emerge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two Archbishop straightened up.

Without a word, "Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake began to act, summoning a whirlwind that swept across the entire Factory District with the help of the other two.

Sometimes they transform into sharp Wind Blade, mercilessly killing the Believer of the Evil God; other times they transform into gentle breezes, carrying the survivors away from this place.

After completing all this, exhaustion was visibly visible on the faces of the three Archbishop.

A white light slowly emerged from the Altar, which had been corrupted by dark forces.

The Despair of the Hooded Robe Believer quickly receded, his fanatical expression rekindled, and he uttered dreamlike murmurs:

"I knew it..."

"The great Supreme Being is not like a false god; He will not abandon His Believer..."

"Praise Him, sing His praises..."

At that moment, a flash of white light suddenly appeared and merged into the body of the Hooded Robe Believer with lightning speed.

In less than half a second, he looked up at the three Archbishop outside, strolled leisurely into the Real World, and a slow smile crept onto his lips:

"I am Alistair."

The air was silent for a moment, and no one paid any attention to his small talk.

The three supreme leaders of the Three Great Churches in Backlund exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, chose to act simultaneously.

They can sense the other person's level, which is at most similar to their own.

In other words, they are not Angel!

With three against one, the advantage is on our side.

"How rude of you." Alistair chuckled, standing quietly in place, seemingly waiting for the three to attack.

Darkness suddenly descended.

A fierce wind howled, and a blinding white lightning bolt shattered the sky.

The three Marionette opened their mouths and sucked in everything that could be called material, including steel, gravel, and the Corpse of Evil God Believer.

Their size increased several times over, and a thin membrane resembling dragon scales appeared on their surface.

At the same time, the two eyes on its face slowly opened, becoming much more lively and no longer appearing lifeless as before.

"The Spellsinger of God," Ace Snake scoffed.

The number of lightning bolts instantly doubled, and the originally fierce winds gradually converged, forming a thick tornado composed of countless Wind Blade.

A light, ethereal humming sounded, like a lullaby a mother uses to soothe a toddler to sleep.

The offensive was about to sweep in, but Alistair maintained his detached, amusement in his eyes.

The next second.

The tornado and the sea of lightning swept past Alistair's body without causing any injury or being hindered in the slightest.

The Marionette's thick arms and Alistair's chest merged together in layers. The three saw him lower his head and smile, reaching out to try and touch the Marionette.

Night fell, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness, but light still lingered within a few meters of Alistair.

"It's the same situation as before! The little mice are using their mouse holes to summon a big one," said Ace Snake, the "Spellsinger of God," with annoyance.

Clearly, he was quite annoyed by the feeling of not being able to hit the enemy.

The two people next to them didn't say anything in agreement, but their expressions weren't exactly pleasant either.

This wasn't the first time they had dealt with the minions of Evil God; they knew most of them possessed bizarre abilities, but this was the first time they had encountered such bizarre abilities.

The three of them couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Your strength is great, but you can't hit me... so what's the use?" Alistair chuckled mockingly, raising his hand and swiftly outlining his attack.

At this moment, the space seemed to have become a canvas.

Three creatures, embodying madness and Distortion symbolism, swiftly descended into reality, with horns on their heads, scales covering their backs, eight wings on their feet, and black mist swirling around their bodies covered in pustules.

They each fixed their gaze on an Archbishop, their single horns faintly tinged with red.

"Buzz--"

A red light struck the three of them like lightning.

In just a single breath, three Demigod- level creatures were summoned?! The three Archbishop were shocked and quickly used their abilities to defend themselves.

"The Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake was preparing to use his speed advantage to dodge the Red Light when he was suddenly caught off guard and blasted away by a punch.

He turned around in astonishment, then flew into a rage:

"What are you doing?!"

The one that just attacked him was Horamick Hayden's Marionette!

"It wasn't me." Horamick Hayden's expression was bitter.

He had just pulled a Marionette in front of him, attempting to test the strength of the Demigod creature through an attack, but unexpectedly, he managed to hit the "Spellsinger of God."

Just as he was about to explain, his Spirituality intuition suddenly warned him, Horamick Hayden quickly flew to the side.

He turned around and saw a dark, sword-like light appear where he had just stood. The darkness tore through space and slowly dissipated in all directions.