Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The barrier consumes 1.6 times the amount of faith points, which is 800,000 faith points.

Roland can no longer afford this price.

It's late May now, and less than two months have passed since the last time my Faith Points were wiped out by the Tentacle Suit.

Roland had just surpassed one million Faith Points, but now she only has a little over five hundred thousand left.

She gave a bitter laugh.

"My Goddess, I'm afraid I can't provide that much. Would double the barrier's cost be acceptable?"

The goddess of light looked thoughtful, pondered for a few seconds, and finally let out a resounding affirmation, followed by a series of additional explanations.

"Oh ho, oh ho, ho ho ho ho ho ho."

"You mean that without sufficient strength, Sister Serafie can only continue running away and cannot escape completely?"

"Oh my gosh!"

"Can I come back later to pay the balance?"

"Oh ho."

"Why not? Is it because it will be noticed?"

"Oh my gosh!"

"Damn it, how come the people at headquarters are so powerful? Goddess, you're too weak!"

Having heard so much bad news today, Roland instinctively gritted her teeth and cursed.

As a result of this scolding, the Goddess of Radiance was somewhat taken aback.

She has now fallen into the hands of others, unable to even protect her own power, and is being used by others to bully and oppress her.

Even their own lives depend on their believers risking their lives to save them.

Faced with all this, he could only sit on the cloud throne year after year, helplessly watching his believers fight generation after generation.

This kind of life has lasted for who knows how many years, and it is unknown how many more years or millennia it will continue.

Thirty?

Or forty millennia?

At that moment, the goddess of light began to weep.

"Oh ho, oh ho, oh ho oh ho oh ho oh ho..."

Even the shameful snoring was tinged with a deep sense of sorrow.

The sunny day in the Divine Garden turned into a cloudy one, with the floating white clouds gradually turning into a melancholy deep blue, conveying the bitterness in the master's heart.

A tear emerged from beneath the blindfold, leaving a reflective trail on her cheek.

Roland was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying? Don't cry."

"I wasn't cursing you just now, I was just... I was just so frustrated today that I accidentally let it slip. I definitely wouldn't have said it normally."

It would have been better if Roland hadn't explained herself.

This explanation made the goddess of light cry even more bitterly.

A sound of half-crying and half-soothing echoed in the garden of the gods. The floating blue clouds even began to thunder and rain, and the rainwater soaked the floor, forming streams that flowed through the cracks.

Roland's fur inevitably got wet too, and in a moment of panic, she reached out her palm and tried to wipe away the snot bubbles that were starting to appear on the goddess's nose.

"Oh my god!"

The goddess suddenly let out a loud snoring sound, which startled Roland awake.

Roland's hand froze in mid-air, almost touching the restrictive chains on the goddess's body, which startled her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat.

These chains, capable of binding even gods, are definitely not something Roland can easily touch at present.

If you rashly approach like that, at best the false god will immediately detect your presence and lock onto your location; at worst, you'll be imprisoned along with them, resulting in your complete loss.

"Phew, I almost made a huge mistake."

Roland wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and the Goddess of Light also suppressed her grief, afraid that continuing to cry would make Roland do something foolish again.

"Oh ho ho, oh ho ho ho."

Roland roughly understood what the Goddess of Light meant and nodded earnestly in response.

"Don't worry, even if Serafie can't come back to help for a while, I will lead the rest of the sisters well."

Roland unfolded the system interface in front of the goddess, an interface that even the Radiant Goddess, a deity, could not perceive.

Roland took a deep breath and filled in all the remaining faith points into the interface.

"Then I'll leave the rest to you, my goddess."

"Oh my gosh!"

The goddess of light's voice was firm and powerful; she rallied once more.

Feeling the divine power beginning to fill her body, her veiled eyes flashed with light, gradually turning into a dazzling gold.

The shielding barrier above the Garden of Gods began to crumble, and the remaining power was recovered by the Goddess of Radiance and remotely transmitted to Serafie, who was engaged in battle, through divine means.

As for Roland, she was invited down from the divine realm by the Goddess of Radiance the moment the barrier began to crumble.

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A burst of intense magical light erupted from a continuous mountain range.

With a deafening explosion, the mountain collapsed, and boulders slid down the ridge, directly knocking over a pale pink rabbit that was munching on blue silver grass.

Under the overwhelming magical bombardment, magical pollution also followed.

This pollution wasn't as persistent as the one Roland encountered, but it was extremely intense, scaring the monsters in the mountains and fields into scattering and fleeing.

The saintess of the Church of Light, now a heretic saintess Serafie, also moved quickly in the direction the monsters fled and hid in a natural cave.

"Cough cough cough, five quasi-saints."

"Ilona, ​​that's quite a generous gesture. Even the cardinal is willing to assist your mission."

A hoarse voice escaped Seraf's lips, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his charred battle skirt.

At this moment, Serafie looked extremely disheveled.

Her long, golden hair was covered in dust, with obvious burn marks at the ends, and her skin had wounds of various sizes.

The magical battle dress she was wearing had its defensive enchantments worn away by nearly 80%, and its remaining defensive capabilities were only enough to keep the dress from tearing.

The most serious injury was a laceration on his lower abdomen that was bleeding profusely.

This wound was inflicted by the Second Saintess, Ilona, ​​who used the Ripper's Scepter to ambush her. Not only does it cause her to continuously lose stamina, but it also allows the Second Saintess to pinpoint her location.

"Cough cough, it's too late to turn the tide."

"My magic power is also running out, so I'm afraid this is the end for me."

Seraf gave a bitter smile, utterly despondent.