My magic panel is too numerical.

[Prayer +1, Custom Points -1]

[Prayer: Element 0; Prayer 1; Response 0]

[Note: In your desperate situation, you chose to expose yourself to the divine beforehand. From now on, keeping a low profile will be a thing of the past for you. Good luck, young man.]

Pharos could clearly feel his heart pounding wildly.

His mind involuntarily drifted back to his conversation with Miss Crow.

"When a deity casts its gaze upon mortals, what do you think will happen? An extraordinary phenomenon, of course!"

What was the vision? In Pharos's understanding, it was something like slaying a white snake, a room full of red, or ray of light from God; it certainly wasn't something as mundane as farting.

While some phenomena are quite ordinary, such as a virgin becoming pregnant, Pharos, though a virgin, was not a virgin and could not bear children.

If it's a virgin who gives birth, then it's indeed an extraordinary event, and in that case, Pharos can only accept his fate.

In that case, Pharos would definitely point to the sky and make an international friendship gesture.

He dared not stop for a moment, running frantically, hoping to stall until a miracle occurred.

One second... two seconds... three seconds.

Then, he saw something unacceptable.

A white giant appeared directly in front of him.

The seemingly endless corridor was actually a loop.

The giants never caught up from the start because Pharos couldn't escape.

This time, the giant gave Pharos no chance to escape. He crouched down and lunged forward, his powerful arms outstretched...

Pharos felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

In a moment of astonishment, a sliver of silvery moonlight pierced through the fog-shrouded window, tearing a crack in the air.

The fog clears to reveal the bright moon.

But within this ray of bright light, there seemed to be a slight heat, as if what hung in the sky was not the moon, but a blazing sun.

Time seemed to stand still.

Moonlight pierced through the fog, illuminating Pharos's pale face, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples around him.

"Pharos! The sun and moon are shining together! The deity watching over you is the only orthodox god—the God of Prayer! Your completely insufficient spiritual power is finally saved!"

Miss Crow wept with joy, her little black eyes blinking rapidly.

The next moment, a gleaming silver wolf-head cross sword pierced through the window and landed in front of Pharos.

Flames of pitch black and deep blue still burned above.

The giant's solid blow struck the sword, sending it flying.

A figure in dark blue swept past Pharos, catching the longsword steadily. Miss Serena said calmly, "Am I too late?"

"Miss Serena!"

"Serena!"

Pharos and Miss Raven spoke in unison.

That was terrifying! It was just a hair's breadth away from ending with a smile and a "gg" (game over).

Unexpectedly, it was Serena who rushed forward first.

Pharos was almost moved to tears.

With a boss like that, what more could a henchman ask for?

Join the Moretti family if you want. It's better to take a ride on a ship that's willing to take you than to drown.

Although a beautiful person may not necessarily be beautiful inside, she is at least beautiful in appearance!

Pharos thought to himself.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a figure in dark blue fly right past him.

"Bang……"

The sound of flesh slamming against the wall could be heard.

Miss Serena was instantly killed by the giant...

The white giant's faceless head exuded a sense of awe, and countless mouths all over its body spoke in unison, saying, "Not bad girl, with a beautiful appearance, but unfortunately she'll be mine soon."

Pharos slowly and stiffly turned his head, only to see Miss Serena's long black hair disheveled in front of him. She slid to the ground, motionless and unconscious.

Well, she's still a high school student after all; talent doesn't equal ability.

Pharos smirked, already drenched in sweat.

Finally, as the moonlight grew brighter, the thick fog thinned, and the sounds of the outside world could be faintly heard.

The end of the corridor was no longer a dark, endless passageway, but a staircase appeared.

Dozens of formally dressed thugs, armed with guns, pointed them at the white giant.

Leading the group were two cloaked figures wearing mage robes; these were mages serving the Moretti family.

Pharos turned his gaze to the window again, to the once dark and quiet houses... to the lush and fertile lawns... to the unnoticed corners of streets and alleys... to places that were hard to spot and could not be illuminated by gaslights.

A figure in pure white slowly emerged from it.

Then two, three...

Ten, twenty...

Fifty people, one hundred people!

An uncountable number of Cult of the Heavenly Prayer priests appeared near Moretti's house.

They wore wide, pure white priestly robes, with hoods on their heads that made it impossible to distinguish between men and women, and on their chests was a symbol of the sun and moon shining together, signifying "divine prayer".

They either held longswords and spears, or large machines of unknown origin that emitted steam, or they held nothing at all, their hands wrapped tightly against their chests.

Generally speaking, a city has a maximum of 200 resident clergy combat personnel, but just by glancing out the window, the number is far more than that.

What is the status of that "proxy" lady within the church? How could she mobilize so many clergy in just half a day?

This reflects the level of importance the church places on "agents."

Pharos was secretly astonished. Not to mention himself, even the original owner of this body, who had lived for 19 years, had never seen such a grand spectacle.

If Miss Christina weren't a clergyman, Pharos would surely have thought this was the only option for groveling and fawning.

That damned Detective Simon, he actually has such a formidable sister hidden away, what's he planning? Is he playing dumb to take advantage of her?

He failed to eat the tiger and lost his own life.

However, the ending is good.

The monster will be brought to justice, Dawntown will return to its former tranquility, and I will be able to live a peaceful and relaxed life again. It seems like everything is over, doesn't it?

This white giant was finally facing his death...

……

Um... it seems, perhaps, maybe... he's not about to die yet.

Because, the moment the two Moretti family mages clashed with the giant... they were torn to shreds!

At this moment, Pharos finally recalled the fear that Paul had felt when he was dominated by the white giant.

"Clap clap clap!"

Gunshots, the sound of windows breaking, screams—the Mafia's meticulously laid-out network of firepower was easily shattered by the white giant. Those deadly firearms couldn't even scratch a layer of skin; they were like scraping a gua sha (a form of traditional Chinese medicine).

The more Pharos looked, the more uneasy he felt, and the colder his heart became.

With lightning speed, he grabbed Serena's hand, placed it on his shoulder, and forcibly helped her up. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the girl's hair, gritted his teeth, and jumped directly from the second floor.

The weight of the two people made Pharos grimace.

The most urgent task is to quickly rejoin the main force.

"Pharos, I have a bad feeling..." Miss Raven said uneasily.

"How so?" Pharos asked.

Miss Crow didn't speak, but instead pointed with her wing to the second floor.

Pharos noticed that, at some point, the sounds of fighting and shouting on the second floor had stopped.

This was a swift and efficient massacre. Regardless of how the battle unfolds, the Moretti family's losses are immeasurable, and the hefty compensation will be enough to dethrone them from their position as the richest family in Dawntown.

The white giant walked to the window, his body covered in blood, and looked at Pharos and the two hundred clergy surrounding him.

Its dozens of faces opened simultaneously, and its roars echoed throughout the manor, making a battle seem inevitable.