I am the heroine's godfather!

"The abandoned Church of Blood".

A hint of confusion appeared in Lucifer's eyes: "Why would the aura of an Abyss Walker appear in the church of the Bloodthirsty Servant?"

Let's shift the blame eastward.

Loran frowned: "The Abyss Walker might be plotting something and then trying to shift the blame to the Bloodthirsty Servant."

"That's in line with the style of these cunning guys."

"Hehe, I never expected to hear you call someone cunning."

Lucifer was not annoyed by Loran's teasing, and simply smiled and said, "Perhaps it's a case of like repels like?"

"But you just said you liked me and stuff."

"Oh dear, Mr. Loran, are you acknowledging that you and I are the same kind of people?"

"I didn't say that."

Arguing as they walked, the two headed towards the Blood Temple. Wasn't this too reckless? What a joke! Besides Messiah, who else could easily take down both of them? Even an eighth-tier being couldn't!

After all, these two guys can't be regarded as ordinary seventh-tier beings. One is the ruler of the royal court who has lived for countless years, and the other is the saintess's lover (crossed out) and a great magician who is fighting against the demon king!

To take down these two guys, we'd need two level eight assassins lying in ambush at the same time.

Loran stood in front, the Holy Tribunal summoned before him. Although both were mages, Loran had progressed further in martial arts than Lucifer, having been a common soldier before learning magic.

Before becoming an adventurer, martial arts were his foundation. Although not powerful, he still possessed the strength of a sixth-tier expert.

Lucifer's hands gathered magic, ready to respond to any sudden crisis. As the ruler of the royal court who had lived for over a thousand years, although she remained at the seventh rank and could not break through, her magical prowess was so great that even the eighth-rank Lich King would praise her. This woman was also considered the most likely successor to the Demon King's position.

However, for some reason, until they walked through the courtyard and reached the church door, there were no traps or anyone attacking them, as if the place was truly deserted.

Loran and Lucifer exchanged a glance, then simultaneously made their move and pushed open the church doors.

However, the interior of the temple was empty, as if it were truly an abandoned church.

But Loran and Lucifer dared not relax for a moment—their long combat experience had taught them that the more ordinary the place, the more deadly the danger lurked within.

At the very front of the church, stained glass windows let in a few rays of moonlight, illuminating the moss-covered statue of the deity.

The statue had its eyes closed, a long sword stuck in its chest, its limbs bound, and its hands and feet pierced with iron needles.

The eerie yet somewhat sacred statue made Loran and Lucifer frown.

"Thirsty for blood?"

"It is Him."

"Even the statues are abandoned. It seems that this church has not had any bloodthirsty servants for a long time."

"maybe."

Lucifer scoffed: "The Bloodthirsty Servants aren't exactly devout to their master. How could these madmen have any faith?"

"Too."

Although that's what he said, Loran thought of Miss Elisa again, that calm little girl who didn't seem like a bloodthirsty servant.

Are the Bloodthirsty Servant... really all madmen?

Loran couldn't help but think.

However, Alyssa might be an exceptional case, one in a million, so Loran stopped thinking about it.

"Lucifer, is there a magical barrier here?"

Faced with the empty church, Loran's first thought was that there was a path hidden by magic.

"No."

Lucifer's eyes still shone with a deep blue light. Magic that could be perfectly concealed under the all-seeing eye was almost non-existent, unless it was magic cast by a demigod.

But Messiah is the only demigod in the world today. How could she have cast a hidden spell on the Blood Church?

"So...it's physically concealed?"

"should be."

Lucifer nodded: "If this was the work of the Abyss Walkers, they would definitely be wary of my Eye of All Manifestations."

"So, we're back to the decryption part, which I hate the most."

Loran sighed; he had never liked this kind of decryption.

Lucifer, relying on his ability to fly, spread his fallen angel wings and looked down at the place from above, but found nothing strange.

Loran looked up at the stained glass behind the statue.

He suddenly reached out and grasped the stone sword on the statue's chest.

"Wow."

Lucifer silently took a half step back: "Touching the idol so casually, you really know how it is. I'd better run far away, what if He finds out and sends down divine punishment that affects me?"

Loran chuckled lightly: "Even if divine punishment is to be unleashed, those Abyss Walkers should be cleaved in two first."

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled the stone sword from the statue's chest.

Suddenly, the statue changed. The bloodthirsty being opened its eyes, its blood-red pupils staring straight at the heavens. It opened its mouth, and two lines of bloody tears slid down from the corners of its eyes.

"Rumble..."

The statue split open in the middle, revealing the secret passage hidden beneath it.

Lucifer paused for a moment, then slowly descended: "As expected of the Abyss Walker."

"Really are."

Loran was also somewhat shocked. The idol had split in the middle? How dare they do such a blasphemous thing? No wonder they are the Abyss Walker.

After all, in their eyes, apart from the Lord of the Abyss, all other gods, whether righteous or evil, are false gods. It's not surprising that they would do such a thing.

Loran looked into the depths: "Is it in here?"

"Ah."

Lucifer frowned: "I can feel it, that disgusting aura of the Abyss Walker."

The two descended the steps. At the end of the steps stood a strange statue.

Tentacles enveloped His body, He raised His staff, and eerie eyes opened behind Him.

Beneath the statue, a man in black robes bowed his head and prayed devoutly.

The statue suddenly moved, strangely, stiffly, yet irresistibly.

Black mist spread in.

Chapter 24 Everyone has a time when they can't go back.

"Loran! Loran!"

Half-asleep, Loran opened her eyes to find a blonde girl with golden eyes standing before her. Her eyes were filled with concern: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly space out? Are you feeling unwell? Be sure to tell me as soon as possible if anything's wrong!"

"I think you're just worrying unnecessarily."

The red-haired woman standing to the side, holding her sword, said, "This guy can fight even better than me, a forward. What kind of physical problems could he possibly have?"

"Christine, don't say that."

The blonde girl pouted: "Even those at the Gold rank can get sick!"

Do you need my help with the treatment?

The emerald-haired elf suddenly spoke, her expression indifferent: "The natural magic of the elven race is quite effective in healing ailments."

"Hehe, then I'll leave it to you, Estia!"

The blonde girl giggled foolishly, while the blue-haired elf coldly replied, "From an efficiency standpoint, losing even one person will not benefit our subsequent dungeon exploration."

"Tch, as expected of you, ice-cold face."

The red-haired woman, Christine, scoffed. Estia glanced at her and said, "But if you were the one who fell ill, it might actually improve our efficiency in exploring the labyrinth."

"Huh? You want to fight, you bastard!"

"A brute who only knows how to use his fists is not qualified to fight me."

"Looking for death?"

Christine and Estia started arguing again, and the blonde girl quickly stepped forward: "Hey, stop arguing!"

"Miss...Ya?"

"Oh, Loran!"

The blonde girl—Messiah—turned around, her holy golden eyes filled with surprise: "Are you alright?"

"Where...am I?"

It was at this moment that Loran realized his voice had become somewhat youthful, and the amount of magic power in his body was unusually low, seemingly only at the Bronze rank, probably only slightly stronger than the Sikana he remembered.

"Oh? Estia, come quick! Loran seems to have injured his brain!"

Messiah was startled by Loran's words and quickly pulled Estia aside. The blue-haired elf stretched out her hand, emerald magic gathering in it. After a while, she frowned: "My magic tells me that he's not in any trouble."

"Could it be that you're not skilled enough?"

"I have nothing to say to single-celled organisms."

"You want to fight?!"

Christine and Estia had an argument one day, and Messiah fell into deep thought: "Could it be a mental problem?"

A hint of conflict flashed in Messiah's eyes. Loran could roughly guess what she was thinking and also remembered what time it was.

This was their second dungeon exploration—the second for the Saintess Squad that would later become famous far and wide.

At this time, no one knew Messiah's identity as a saint. Messiah's dilemma was whether or not to use divine magic to test Loran's mental state—but once she used the magic, her identity as a member of the Church would likely be difficult to conceal.

The reason why Loran's magic attribute is so weak now is because he has only been learning magic from Messiah for two months.

Loran bit her lip lightly, a smile playing on her lips: "No, Messiah, I'm fine."

"...Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!"

"I'm going, what's going on?"

"...?"

Messiah paused, letting out a surprised cry. Christine and Estia stopped arguing, their expressions strange. Christine immediately swore, and a hint of confusion flashed in Estia's eyes.

Loran paused for a moment, then realized that she rarely smiled at times like this.

At this time, he had only recently retired from the military, and the aftereffects of his battlefield experience had not yet healed. He was even more detached than the emotionally detached elf Estia.

That's probably why these guys were so surprised by their own smile.

Loran lowered her eyes, then a brighter smile spread across her lips: "Why are you so surprised? Is it strange that I'm smiling?"

“不是这个意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】啦！只是，只是......”

"That's really fucking weird."

"Unbelievable, I actually had the same thought as Christine."

"I think you really want to fight!"

Ignoring Christine and Estia's renewed argument, Messiah asked with deep concern, "Loran, are you really alright?"

"Yes, I've never felt better than I am now."

Loran stood up: "Alright, let's go, let's prepare to explore the maze!"

"...Okay, but if you feel unwell at all, you absolutely must tell me!"

Although still worried, Messiah didn't say much.

And so, the future Saintess Squad began their second dungeon exploration.

With Loran, a second-time player, the dungeon exploration was extremely easy. Soon, the group encountered the dungeon's master, a giant spider with a strength of approximately fourth rank.

"Be careful, this is a web-weaving spider. Its eyes can even imprison a fifth-tier being for ten seconds!"

Messiah immediately provided the information, and Christine raised her shield, stepped forward, and blocked the attack of the web-weaving spider's forelegs. Then, without her saying a word, Loran suddenly stepped forward, swung his sword, and severed the web-weaving spider's forelegs. The web-weaving spider cried out in pain, and the next second, several arrows, whipped with wind, flew rapidly towards it.

The web-weaving spider couldn't dodge in time and had to take the arrows head-on. It seemed enraged, its enormous eyes flashing purple: "Roar!!!"