Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Miss Roland, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Bizan stared down at Roland, radiating a powerful magical pressure that pressed down on her.

This pressure far exceeds that of ordinary high-level superhumans.

Nightingale's expression changed, but she still stepped forward and blocked Roland's path.

"Lord Bizan! This is the Church of Light!"

Bezan's wolf-woman secretary also stepped forward, confronting Nightingale head-on.

Although the wolf girl was on the same level as the nightingale, the quality of her magic far surpassed that of the nightingale, directly suppressing the nightingale's aura.

Roland felt a chill run down her spine.

The last time Nightingale acted this way was when she faced a tentacle monster girl with divine power.

The fighting power of the Vulcan Church is indeed well-deserved.

Roland's fox ears trembled, and she released her own magic to fight back.

However, the system's magic, which had always been invincible, was now completely unable to resist Bizan's suppression.

The heavy pressure made Roland sweat and her tail bristle.

What's going on? Why is this tiger's head so fierce?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became tense, like a powder keg that could explode at the slightest spark.

Bizan's magical pressure only lasted a few seconds.

After withdrawing his oppressive aura, Bizan smiled and said as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Roland, my apologies."

Roland's expression was indifferent as she scoffed.

"Bishop Bizan is so arrogant, using his magical power to oppress me, an ordinary nun."

Bizan grinned, seemingly unconcerned.

"This is merely a demonstration of our strength. If you cooperate with us, our fangs will only be used against your enemies."

"You mean stop recruiting orcs?"

Bizan shrugged and didn't reply.

Then, from his spatial ring, he took out an exquisite jewelry box, decorated with a large amount of gold, which looked extremely luxurious.

He reached out and placed the jewelry box on the table, then pushed it in front of Roland.

"Miss Roland, this is a near-high-level magic accessory as an apology for my rudeness just now."

"Let's conclude our discussions here. Thank you very much for your hospitality."

He stood up and extended his right hand to Roland.

……

Inside the reception room, Roland stood in front of the huge transparent glass, watching the departing magic carriage, her brows furrowed.

Nightingale stood beside Roland and pursed her lips.

"As expected of an arrogant and rude orc nobleman, just as Cat Coco said, he is indeed a barbaric nouveau riche."

Roland sighed.

"They have the audacity to be so barbaric and rude; the Church of Vulcan is far more terrifying than I imagined."

"Miss Roland, why do you say that?"

"There are at least eight more werewolves in the caravan who could have overpowered you just now, don't you think?"

The nightingale blushed slightly and lowered her head.

"We can also call on His Highness Seraf for support."

Roland's lips twitched.

To be honest, she felt that Serafie might not be able to beat that tiger-headed guy named Bizan.

These orcs must be on steroids, how come they're all so ferocious?

"Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. This is still the Empire's territory, and these orcs can't do whatever they want here."

"Nightingale, pass on the word: none of the beast-eared employees are allowed to leave the old port area, and the same goes for the delivery drivers."

Nightingale looked at Roland with a puzzled expression.

"Miss Roland, have the negotiations broken down?"

"Yes, the alliance broke down before I even agreed to join forces with [Open at 7 PM]."

Roland walked back to the table, picked up the document containing the group's recruitment information, and showed it to Nightingale.

"What that tiger Bizan really wants to talk about today is to pull the Roland Group onto the warship that opens at seven o'clock and sever my alliance with the succubi."

"I feel like I have their lifeline in my hands now. They'll never feel at ease until I join them."

The nightingale asked, puzzled.

"You've got their lifeline."

"Yes." Roland nodded.

"They're just beastman employees, I really don't understand why they have to make beast-eared girls sell themselves. Is there some hidden reason behind this?"

……

Inside the magical carriage.

Bizan sat on the comfortable sofa, looking at his outstretched right palm.

He just used this hand to shake hands with Roland to say goodbye.

A faint citrus scent lingered on it, like a fairy teasing his senses.

He reached his hand to the tiger's nose and took a deep breath.

"Oh...it really does have that pure, seductive fox scent, just like the Golden Fox in the VIP room."

The wolf-woman secretary's eyes lit up.

"So Roland Kane is really a member of the Golden Fox royal family?"

"That's right," Bizan nodded.

"She is definitely of the Golden Fox royal bloodline, and it is terrifyingly pure. I have never seen such pure bloodline before."

The wolf girl asked in confusion upon hearing this.

"But we should have captured all the members of the Golden Fox royal family; there shouldn't be any left behind."

"All the baby golden foxes born over the years have been registered, so none of them should have escaped."

Bizan was also somewhat hesitant and unsure of what to do.

But he ultimately made his decision.

"No matter what, we must get our hands on such a top-tier Golden Fox bloodline. Lord Vulcan's corruption is getting more and more serious."

Bi Zan sighed in admiration.

……

The story begins many years ago.

Although the Church of Vulcan obtained the technology of the Faith Array from the Church of Light, it was unable to perfect it.

However, the scholars within the church, inspired by tribal totem rituals, devised a set of wicked techniques.

That is, using addictive potions and shamanic totems to extract faith from guests.

As the saying goes, when people are having a good time, they'll even believe that poop smells good.

The place opens at 7:00 AM and is filled with shamanic totems, especially the beast girls who sell themselves. Totems can be directly engraved on their bodies, making them the most efficient at extracting resources.

The more high the customers are from taking the potion, the more they enjoy the opening at 7 PM, and the more faith power they contribute.

This unorthodox technique is far more efficient than ordinary faith-based magic array techniques.

Most importantly, after the power of faith is absorbed by the totem, the transformed divine power can be directly absorbed and used by people!

Who wouldn't want to live forever!

If you're thinking about it, then come to the Church of Vulcan and experience the thrill of becoming a god!

The reason he was not afraid of Elizabeth behind Roland was because a considerable number of the empire's nobles had already been won over.

Even the empire's eldest princess!

Unfortunately, this unorthodox technique ultimately had problems.

The divine power that is transformed will carry the spiritual murmurs of the contributor.

After absorbing the divine power within, their souls will be corrupted.

How do we purify it?

This is where the Golden Fox clan's soul talent comes in handy; the purer and nobler their bloodline, the better the purification effect.

The gentle golden fox directly extracts the soul pollution from its guests.

Especially the Golden Fox royal family, they couldn't bear to beat or scold the ones they caught, and carefully cared for them to produce baby Golden Foxes.

The little golden fox feeds itself until it grows up and then breeds into even smaller golden foxes, and so on, generation after generation, without end!