Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Oh! A saint?

Indeed, a saintess should be blindfolded with a white ribbon and have jade-like feet!

His gaze shifted down an inch, then quickly returned.

Serafina smiled slightly, the curve of her lips barely visible: "That way, my identity won't be revealed."

Cheng Cheng quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Holy Maiden."

Saintess?

The crow, which had been standing there stunned, suddenly snapped out of its daze, its pupils contracting sharply.

Is this girl a holy woman of the Holy Kingdom?

Although he didn't know why the saintess appeared at the entrance of the kingdom's court, Raven knew that those who hated the Primal God Cult the most were these false god believers in the theocracy!

I'm already doomed.

But once these people's identities are revealed, the Holy Maiden will surely take action and drag them down to hell with her!

Thinking this, he knelt down before Serafina, his knees slamming onto the stone slab with a thud.

"Holy Maiden! These three are Gold Bishops of the Primal God Cult! Capture them quickly and don't let them escape!"

Serafina: "I know."

crow:"???"

Serafina: "You probably have too, right? Have you thought about how you want to die?"

No, how come you, who are also involved in cults, even bribed the Holy Maiden of the Theocracy?

To think they could cultivate such a force... Lord Obsidian is just too powerful!

Chapter 77, Our Genshin Impact Cult is truly thriving!

The main hall was dimly lit.

The Cataclysm Messenger poured himself a glass of dragon's blood wine, then lay down contentedly on the throne in the great hall, patting the obsidian goat beside him.

Then, he took a report from the table and handed it to Obsidian Goat: "Old Black, look at my performance, not bad, right?"

The sheep lowered its head, its yellow vertical pupils staring intently at the words on the paper.

The report summarizes the performance of the Disaster Messenger this year.

Today, the Calamity Messenger's businesses include twelve listed companies with annual revenue of tens of billions of credits. He has money and power transactions with hundreds of officials of all ranks in the kingdom, indirectly controls ten cities on the west coast, and has developed a following of three million!

More importantly, he has two Gold-ranked bishops, Vicious Rose and Doom Raven, two Silver-ranked peak Great Perfection bishops, Suspect and Gravedigger, under his command, and eleven ordinary Silver-ranked bishops!

"Hey Lao Hei, our West Coast may be poor, not as resource-rich as your capital Silvershine City, but how come we're doing better than you?"

The Cataclysm Messenger sneered as he stepped on the goat's head, grinding the sole of his shoe over and over again, seeking revenge for the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Obsidian years ago: "You, you worked in Silvershine City for ten years, and not only did you die, but you didn't complete any missions, and you didn't even develop any followers. You only recruited poor people... Ugh, what a waste!"

"Do we, as members of a secret cult, care about the number of followers and our ability to make money? What's the difference between us and the Church of the City Builders?" Obsidian Goat attempted to argue. "We are all children of the primordial era. If we're going to compete, we should compete on who has contributed more to the primordial demons and who has offered more sacrifices!"

"Then you still can't beat me~"

The Calamity Messenger chuckled as he turned to the second page: "This year we successfully sacrificed 14,300 people, including 3,000 boys and girls, 25 nobles, 30 kingdom officials, and 17 church members... That's better than your performance, isn't it, you piece of trash Obsidian?"

Obsidian was so frustrated that it couldn't speak. Its mouth opened and closed, but it simply stopped talking.

"Besides that, we also built a small island, invited business tycoons, movie stars, kingdom nobles and officials to play there, and dragged them into sacrificing young boys and girls. In the end, we turned them all into followers of my Primal God Cult," the Calamity Messenger said cheerfully. "Next, we'll take your Silvershine City, then expand to the east coast, then march on the Elven Empire, until we rule the entire world..."

The blueprint for the future was already unfolding before his eyes. He took another sip of wine and then spat it onto Obsidian.

Obsidian was so humiliated that he wished he had committed suicide back then—but unfortunately, he was already dead, and his body was just a sheep.

"Judging by the time, the Raven should have already taken over your stronghold, right?" The Calamity Messenger laughed, pulling a crystal ball from his robes. "I'm going to show you the scene of your men kneeling before me... Haha, just thinking about it is so satisfying!"

Obsidian Goat: "..."

Obsidian Goat: "Hehe."

"What are you laughing at?" The Cataclysmic Messenger felt a little disgusted.

Obsidian didn't speak, but his mouth stretched to the sides, revealing a strange smile.

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

The messenger of natural disaster ignored it and used magic to open the crystal ball.

This crystal ball is a technology bestowed by the primordial demon god. It can communicate with others in any environment, unlike a mobile phone which requires a network signal, and it is absolutely secure and confidential.

As magic was poured in, the crystal ball lit up, and four faces appeared inside the sphere.

"My lord messenger, we have arrived in the underground city of the capital as you instructed."

The speaker was a glamorous man with elaborate makeup, known as the Vicious Rose.

This person was exceptionally talented, reaching the peak of Silver Realm at the young age of thirty, and later becoming Gold Realm with the messenger's support. Therefore, the messenger entrusted him with the most important task.

"Honey~ Did you miss me~~"

The second person to speak was a glamorous woman lying on the bed; she was the suspect.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and the strap of her nightgown slipped down, revealing half of her shoulder.

This woman was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had a stunning figure, which is why she became the lover of the Messenger of Calamity. Although her cultivation was only at the peak of the Silver Realm, even the two Gold Realm experts dared not offend her.

"What are your plans, sir?"

The third person was a man covered in bandages, the gravedigger.

This person is taciturn and has nothing to say.

"How do you play with this crystal ball... Hmm, it's open."

The fourth one is a white-haired girl.

Her face was delicate, and her pale red eyes were very close, as if they were about to pop out of a crystal ball.

I don't recognize this female messenger; she's probably just a passerby.

She's quite pretty, but too thin; her chest looks sunken in... Hmm, I'll think of a way to seduce her later.

"Where's Crow? Why isn't Crow answering the phone?"

The messenger of natural disasters frowned.

"Ah, Lord Crow is busy and doesn't have time right now," said the unfamiliar white-haired girl.

So this girl is one of Crow's henchmen.

That crow... it's really got some nerve, daring to not answer my calls, and it doesn't even offer up such a beautiful girl it has under its wing?

If it weren't for my meddling in the military back then, you good-for-nothing would still be selling fish at the market!

The messenger of natural disasters snorted coldly.

However, since the three key members had all answered the phone, they couldn't just hang up, so they started a meeting: "The main reason for this meeting is to celebrate that we have taken over the territory of the Obsidian Bishop. In addition, the Vicious Rose is about to complete her mission, which will inevitably cause chaos in the kingdom. Our Genshin Impact Church is truly thriving and has a promising future!"

"It's all thanks to the messenger's excellent command," the suspect immediately flattered.

"However, I heard that the royal capital's underground city is under martial law, and they're capturing a mysterious person called 'The Witch.' It was this person who killed the Demon of the Spear and disappeared before the eyes of the two legends," the gravedigger said in a deep voice. "Will Lady Rose's mission be affected?"

"I think you're worrying too much," the suspect shook his head. "Those useless fools in the capital, how could they possibly be a match for the wise and mighty messenger?"

"Hahaha, well said!" the Messenger of Calamity laughed. "But it's always better to be cautious. I've gotten this far because of my brains and my prudence!"

"That's right, you should all keep quiet and learn from the messenger's spirit," said the unfamiliar white-haired girl. "By the way, what is this mission you mentioned?"

"The mission is to hold a sacrificial ceremony on the fifteenth floor of the royal capital's underground city tomorrow at noon to summon the Daughter of Death." The suspect frowned. "Little girl, who are you? How come you don't even know this? Didn't the crow tell you?"

“He definitely didn’t say anything; he’s a tight-lipped person.” The white-haired girl nodded. “I’m interrogating him right now.”

The messenger of natural disasters frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Just then, a voice came from the white-haired girl's side: "Sylvia, Sylvia! With this crow, the level of the Myriad Corpse Immortal has jumped directly to the mid-Gold level!"

As she spoke, a blonde, short-haired elf girl squeezed into the screen and asked cheerfully, "What are you playing?"

"The crystal ball we found on the crow," the white-haired girl said. "Somehow it opened... How was the interrogation?"

"Don't worry about our soul-searching technology! We've found all the strongholds and businesses of the Primal God Cult, as well as the nobles and officials of the kingdoms that are colluding with them, and we're recording them now," the elven girl said, patting her chest.

"Alright, let's wipe them out before they can react! Is Felix willing to help?"

"She offered one million credits, and wants 50% of the spoils. The Holy Maiden is negotiating with her right now," the elven girl sighed. "Isn't she an envoy of the Church of the City Builders? Why is she haggling over something as simple as exterminating heretics? If it were before..."

Catastrophe Messenger: "???"

What soul searching, what myriad corpse immortals, what saintess—I just can't understand what they're saying...

"Crow, where's Crow!" he roared. "Bring him to me! What are you all doing!"

"Oh, you want to see crows?"

The white-haired girl nodded, traced a line on the crystal ball with her finger, and began to adjust the view.

Soon, a disgusting giant corpse with four heads and eight arms appeared inside the crystal ball.

Wrapped in a tattered black robe, four ferocious heads were crammed together, one of which, still fresh, trembled slightly—it was the very image of a raven.

"Is this the crow you're talking about? He's already at the mid-Gold level!" the white-haired girl laughed. "No need to thank me, helping a colleague become stronger is only right."

The messenger of the calamity dropped his wine glass and shattered on the ground.

The crow... seems to be a little dead?

He remained silent for a long while before his gaze turned icy as he asked, "Who are you?"

While the Cursed Raven may not excel in other areas, its survival skills are truly exceptional—as long as "Miracle with You" is active, any attack on it will instead harm the user. Even the Cataclysmic Messenger is not confident in killing the Raven!

With such an invincible killing move, even a crow can escape from a Platinum-level expert!

Unless you launch a sneak attack from behind when he hasn't activated his miracle... or the difference in strength is unimaginable!

"I am the Archbishop of the Primal God Cult."

As a result, the mysterious white-haired girl shamelessly and dismissively said, "I'll be in charge of the Silvershine City branch... but your West Coast branch will soon be mine too."

"Absurd!" the Cataclysmic Messenger cursed, turning to the goat beside him. "Is he one of yours?"

The obsidian goat stifled a laugh.

The messenger of natural disasters flew into a rage and kicked the goat, which swayed to the side but then stood still.