I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Rachel and Phil stepped off the horse.

The army and knights on all sides had already lined up in two rows and continued to extend outwards into every street they would pass through.

The two of them had smiles they couldn't suppress on their faces.

At a command, everyone around the factory knelt down in unison and shouted an epic victory.

The sound reverberated across the land.

Rachel straddled her horse, sword in hand; this wasn't the first time she had enjoyed the triumph of victory.

But her gaze swept past the soldiers standing on either side of the street and fell upon the civilians behind them.

People hid behind him, looking at him timidly, and immediately looked away the moment their eyes met.

Rachel shook her head and smiled, not caring.

Because I saw an irrepressible smile on their dirty faces—the happiness of surviving a disaster, the gratitude of being saved.

A paladin walking beside Phil raised his holy sword high, pointing it to the sky, reflecting the sunlight.

"Thank you, Goddess of Light!" he cried.

Immediately afterwards, all the members of the Order of Light shouted in unison, loud yet restrained, their solemnity revealing a sacred aura of faith.

Gradually, without anyone knowing when it started, the surrounding people were also infected.

Many people placed their hands on their chests and closed their eyes in prayer, while others murmured softly in response.

Gradually, they also began to praise loudly, giving thanks together for the protection of the Goddess of Light.

"The disaster is truly over..."

The man by the roadside shed tears, covering his face and sobbing.

Phil glanced at Rachel with a smile, while Rachel, with her proud chest puffed out, enjoyed everything around her.

For the first time, she felt that these people weren't just dispensable filth, but actually had some value...

…………

But the place after they left.

Felicia led more than twenty Holy Chapter scholars at breakneck speed toward the abandoned factory, leaping over the crowd.

They obeyed Mien's orders and waited quietly outside. Even when a huge energy explosion occurred inside, Phyllis could only clench her fingers tightly, unaware that she had left scratches on her long, slender thighs.

Even after Phil and Rachel came out one after another, a long time passed and there was still no sound from inside, and the communication device remained motionless.

"Scholar Phyllis..." someone couldn't contain themselves.

"Walk!"

Phyllis's worries gradually swelled, and the possibility of something unbearable surfaced in her mind.

She ignored the two forces still surrounding her. When someone tried to stop her, she was met with Phyllis's angry glare, filled with cold killing intent, and then she stopped interfering.

They quickly rushed into the abandoned factory.

From afar, Phyllis could see a group of healing sorcerers huddled together inside.

Her heart suddenly clenched.

Phyllis slowed her pace, and the group also slowed down, walking step by step towards the group of people, whose bodies were still shimmering with healing holy light energy.

Phyllis felt her hands trembling as she pushed through the crowd on either side.

They saw Lucia kneeling on the ground and Mien lying on Lucia's lap, covered in blood and barely breathing, with a huge piercing wound in his abdomen.

She immediately used her magic to investigate and discovered that the patient was in critical condition, only being kept alive by a massive influx of energy, and could die at any moment.

"Get out of my way!" she shouted, immediately using her magic to heal alongside the Holy Scholar beside her, blocking the Imperial Army and the Holy Knights' assistance.

She could not allow Mien's precarious life to be in the hands of others, especially those who had never truly respected the Academy.

What just happened inside? Why did Chief Mien become like this?

Phyllis now desperately wanted to rush towards the two tall men who had just ridden by, grab them, and demand an explanation.

"You!..." A high-ranking priest of the Vatican tried to say something after being interrupted, but was immediately rudely driven away by several people.

Seeing that they were about to take their anger out on them, I didn't dare to argue back, so I could only sigh and stay away from them.

Lucia and Mien were surrounded by the scholars.

Phyllis's body trembled, her lips, once as red as her hair, had lost their color, and her breathing was intermittent.

She came to Lucia's side, looked at Lucia with tears streaming down her face, and asked softly:

"Lua, what happened...?"

Lucia remained silent because there were still some people around who hadn't left, and the scene couldn't be stopped until the director yelled "cut."

Seeing Lucia's response, Phyllis felt utterly hopeless.

The Holy Chapter scholars around him, who were trying their best to heal her, were sweating profusely. No matter what they did, there was no reaction at all. They frowned at Phyllis, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

Phyllis knelt down in front of Mien, completely exhausted.

"Mien..." he called him by his first name.

She bit her lip hard, her beautiful, sunny face contorted with despair, tears streaming down her face.

"Mien..." She reached out and cupped Mien's face in her hands.

Phyllis, who was always open and generous, expressed her hidden emotions for the first time when separated by life and death, which were as passionate as she was.

Just as she was about to lose control of her emotions and throw herself into Mien's arms.

Mien was truly at her wit's end. She moved her left hand, which was being held down by Phyllis, and gently touched her bare legs.

Phyllis suddenly froze, standing rooted to the spot, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Mien slowly opened his eyes, and Phyllis felt like she was hallucinating, unable to accept what she was seeing.

Mien sighed, patted her leg again, shook her head, and her eyes flickered, meaning: I'm fine.

Then she closed her eyes again.

Phyllis's wide-open mouth closed slightly, but two red clouds covered her face.

Her feelings of shame and anger made her want to punch Mien in the chest and end his life!

But her professional attitude made her grit her teeth and suppress her anger, and she slowly stood up.

He said to the surrounding scholars of the Holy Chapter, "I will do it. I understand the life force energy of the Chief."

Your usual healing methods won't work for the chief. I know how to save him.

Her voice was so loud that even the other healers in the factory who were watching the spectacle could hear it.

Under the questioning gazes of the scholars and onlookers, Phyllis suddenly unleashed two beams of holy light, striking Mien in the chest.

Mien's body jolted suddenly, and the impact on his heart made him groan in pain.

Before anyone could stop her, Phyllis resolutely pounded Mien's chest again and again, causing Mien's reaction to become increasingly violent.

Even Lucia couldn't help but look up and reach out to stop her, but seeing Phyllis's expression, she withdrew her hand.

But soon, to everyone's astonishment and disbelief, Mien gradually opened his eyes, suddenly sat up, and clutched his chest, coughing painfully.

Phyllis held her head high, hands on her hips.

Not only the Holy Chapter Scholar beside him, but even the Healing Sorcerer in the distance almost dropped his jaw.

Watching Mien, whose eyebrows had been buried in the ground, slowly stand up, calming his breathing, he returned from hell.

He coughed slightly, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm fine, Phyllis. You did a great job. If it weren't for your use of the power of faith in life, I might be dead already."

Since things had already come to this, Mien could no longer pretend. He dusted off the dust from his scholar's robe, seemingly indicating that he was no longer in mortal danger.

A healer's staff clattered to the ground, echoing through the empty factory.

Dr. Fei's healing hands are amazing!