Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"This has never happened in the thousands of years since the Holy Court was established. As the goddess's spokesperson on earth and the messenger of the gods, the Saint's voice must reach the goddess, and the goddess should always respond. But why now... I don't understand what's happening. Why is this happening?"

"Could it be that the goddess encountered some accident..."

"Are you awake? The goddess protects everything. How could she have met with an accident?"

"Do you think there's a possibility... that Her Highness the Saint has been abandoned by the Goddess? That's why she..."

Before he finished speaking, silence fell in the hall.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Archbishop Rigatu was the first to react, standing up and loudly refuting, "If the Saint Lady has truly been abandoned by the Goddess, how do you explain Your Highness's current divine blessing?"

No one answered.

But they all knew that the current Saint could beat them to a pulp with one punch - who would believe that the unrivaled power that suddenly appeared in the Saint was not the favor of the Goddess?

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521. The tree I planted is gone

In fact, it has been quite some time since Inksa received the goddess's divine decree.

At first, she felt panic and anxiety.

If a saint cannot receive divine orders through prayer, can she still be called a saint?

Her worry did not come from the fear that she would lose her identity as a saint. On the contrary, she always understood one thing: the identity of a saint was given by the goddess. The goddess can give it, and naturally she can also take it back. In other words, she actually never had the real feeling of being a saint from the beginning to the end, so even if she left this position, she would not feel too much of a gap.

After all, a few months ago she was just an ordinary fisherman's daughter, but she was suddenly chosen by the goddess to become a saint. In just a few days, she gained honors and status that she had never imagined, as well as the wealth and power that came with them. This sense of unreality could never be shaken off.

The powerful Pope Wilmot, Archbishop Rigato, and a large group of people of high status and position surrounded him - even the powerful Sister Aisha had to become his guardian to assist him.

Elsa is a ruthless person who can kill the demon general single-handedly, and he still needs her to assist him? Is this true?

Inksa just felt uneasy sitting in the position of the saint.

So even if she suddenly lost her status as a saint one day, she would not complain about it, but would feel relieved instead.

What really made her feel lost was that after being placed with high hopes and receiving countless rewards, she disappointed her loving father, Archbishop Rigato, and Pope Wilmot who valued her.

Fortunately, everything was not as she thought - although Inksa lost the power to communicate with the goddess, she found that the goddess's protection not only did not diminish, but was strengthened to an incredible level, so much so that when she was practicing boxing, she accidentally buried the entire training ground with a punch.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

Naturally, the commotion in the martial arts arena once again alarmed Archbishop Rigato and Pope Wilmot. They witnessed Inksa's power at this time with their own eyes, and came to the conclusion that Inksa had not been abandoned by the goddess. The goddess's protection was still there, even more than before.

While this made them and Inksa breathe a sigh of relief, it also raised a more serious question: if the Saint was still a Saint, then why didn't the Goddess answer her prayers? If it wasn't the Saint's fault, then the truth was a bit intriguing.

That's why Wilmot and Rigato are so worried.

Instead of telling Inksa their guess, they chose to hide it. They told Inksa that everything was normal and that she just needed to pray normally.

Nothing has been confirmed yet, and they don't want Inksa to be shaken by some unfounded speculation.

Since Wilmot and Rigatu said so, the naive Inksa didn't think much about it. She believed it, and her psychological burden was put down and she felt relieved - but the heavy mood was transferred to Wilmot and Rigatu.

So we have the scene like this today.

Inksa returned to her practice as a saint and continued her daily routine, learning some sacred arts, practicing boxing, and learning some other skills. The only difference was that she no longer had the goddess's decree when she prayed, but other than that, everything was so calm and worry-free.

On the other hand, Pope Wilmot and others were almost losing their hair due to worry. They felt as if the sky was falling.

Inside the hall——

Rigatu's rebuttal left everyone silent for a long time, and then someone suddenly stood up and said:

"Since the Saint cannot receive the divine decree, shouldn't we awaken the divine power? The world is undergoing major changes. At this critical juncture, we cannot lose the Goddess' guidance for even a moment!"

His suggestion made everyone look at Pope Wilmot.

The saint is not the only bridge between them and the goddess. In fact, in the history of the existence of the Holy See, the mainstream era was the era without saints. At other times, they naturally also had means to listen to the guidance of the goddess - such as the miracles that have been buried deep under the Holy See. In the past, the goddess's decree was brought down through miracles.

The Saint's appearance was known in this way.

However, it is undoubtedly a very difficult task to reach the realm of gods with the power of mortals, and it consumes a lot of resources. Therefore, the Holy See will only open a miracle once a year to listen to the will of the goddess.

"Absolutely not."

At this time, Archbishop Rigato stood up again and expressed his objection.

"The Saint's protection remains intact, showing no signs of weakening. The Goddess's blessing hasn't worn off. We shouldn't panic or lose our composure. Perhaps something went wrong during a certain process. Nothing can be determined yet. We should continue to carefully investigate the cause and effect before making a decision."

He said.

Once he started, others followed suit.

"Indeed, the Goddess must have had her reasons for not answering the Saint's prayers. Goddess, how could she abandon us for no reason? In other words, even if we hastily invoke miracles, what help can we bring to the Goddess? The most important thing now is to do our job well and prepare for the Saint's next move."

"I second the motion. The power stored in the statue is needed to protect the Holy Court and bless the sanctuary. If a major disaster occurs in the future, this power of faith will be our most important support. This year, the incident with the Saintess has already depleted most of this power of faith. We should not hastily call upon it until it has recovered."

The discussion in the temple continued, and there was no result yet. However, they did not know that the goddess they believed in had been sitting in the void for a long time.

"What happened? Where's the Saint? Where's my Saint? Where did my Saint go? Did something happen to the Saint? But...why did the mark in the Saint's body suddenly disappear without any warning? And if something really happened to the Saint, what are my believers doing? Why haven't they contacted me yet?"

She was full of questions.

She was hesitating, she was hesitating.

She always had an uncomfortable premonition in her heart, as if the sapling she had carefully dug a hole and planted was suddenly dug up by someone, leaving behind roots and mud, not even the earthworms in the mud.

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"Goddess, please grant me guidance to see through my confusion..."

Inksa's prayer reappeared in Aisha's heart.

Before meals, in the middle of the night, in the morning, at noon, in the evening, and late at night, apart from these fixed times, Inksa would come from time to time. Aisha had become accustomed to her nagging in her ears.

Anyway, it won't have any impact on Elsa. Elsa is more curious about one thing: the panel consumed a huge amount of her 100 magic points to turn Inksa into a "Holy Envoy". It can't just be a timer alarm clock installed next to her ear, right?

"Elsa, there's a clue."

Tricia's voice interrupted Aisha's thoughts. She looked up and saw the air in front of her twisted, like a canvas being shaken, and Tricia's figure stepped out of thin air.

"What clue? Alessa?"

Tricia shook her head.

"It's Alman."

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522. You are too slow

The intelligence was brought by Chalblis.

Several of his men died last night in the mountains and forests in the central and western part of the Kingdom of Belmontferraja, but they were not discovered until just now - they left clues before they died, and that was how their bodies were found.

When their bodies were found, they were completely frozen. After being brought back, they were examined personally by Chalblis.

Chalblis had lived in the North for hundreds of years, once standing at the top of the entire vampire clan. What had he not seen? Naturally, he could tell at a glance who the person who attacked and killed his men was—a vampire.

"The attackers are from the Tabur tribe."

Chalbliss's face looked a little unhappy, and he reported the situation to Aisha in a deep voice.

After all, the dead were his men, and one of them was a vampire count - even if he didn't have many count-level subordinates, a vampire count was a very important force for the tribe anywhere, and this was no exception in Chalbliss.

Naturally, he cares more about it than anyone else.

"The Tabur tribe?"

"Yes, like the 'Shadowless Blood' tribe that Palag belongs to, Tabur was once a vampire tribe active in the North. He is a member of Alman's clan. And since he has the power to kill my subordinates, his position in the organization is probably not low. I suspect that he may be someone close to Alman."

Alman on the side scratched his head in embarrassment.

The "Arman" that Charlbliss referred to was his clone, not him.

Elsa nodded.

"Can you find them?"

"Of course, I can take you there right now!"

Chalblis's eyes flashed. Wasn't he just waiting for Elsa to ask this? He had already made all the necessary preparations.

The attackers had killed his men, so how could he possibly let them go? If he hadn't been afraid of alerting the enemy and accidentally messing things up, and being held accountable by Aisha, he would have taken action long ago.

……

This time, Elsa did not bring Alman with her, but brought Duke Charblis with her.

Of course, Tricia was also there.

"Please follow me, my lords. I will lead the way."

Chalbliss turned into a blood mist and flew away from the castle at the fastest speed. Seeing the Barony of Fisher gradually shrinking under his feet and the cold air blowing on his face, he once again felt the taste of freedom.

This was the first time he had left the castle since he was defeated by Elsa and became her prisoner and was forced to stay in this small town.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He was a dignified vampire duke. Even the Demon King's army couldn't make him surrender fifty years ago, but now...

"you are too slow."

Elsa's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"what?"

Is this still slow?

He was slightly stunned, and just as he turned around to explain, he saw Elsa's hand reaching towards him.

This hand!

This is the hand!

This seemingly harmless hand! It almost knocked him from "Duke" to "Earl" with one punch! It took him a long time to recover.

Chalblis' heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, but Elsa easily grabbed the back of his collar. Suddenly, the magic power in his body receded like a tide, and the surging blood became silent in an instant, and his body seemed to have become a dry desert.

Finished!

"Tell me the direction."

Chalbliss didn't dare to move at all and pointed in a direction. The next moment, Elsa stomped her foot in the air, and a violent shock wave exploded, almost blowing Chalbliss's skull off. The strong feeling of overweight immediately stuffed it back into her head.

What a strong sense of drag!

He felt as if his neck was about to be torn off, and the biting cold wind seemed to condense into a solid entity and pierce his face. He felt extremely cold and wanted to mobilize his magic power to resist but was completely powerless. He could only let the cold wind make his teeth chatter. After a while, frost formed on his face.

Chalbliss only saw the distant mountains disappear in a flash, the snow-white forests disappeared rapidly, and the river was like an earthworm twisting at high speed, from wide to narrow in just a blink of an eye.

In contrast, Tricia just kept using space magic to make long-distance jumps, with great speed and elegance.

"Wait, wait a minute, we have to go around the front... that's a cold front..."

He saw turbid fog in the sky ahead. That was the area where magic elements gathered, and heavy snow was falling there. So he hurriedly reminded that in the convection of those rich magic elements, the extremely cold temperature had already caused the air to condense into sharp ice crystals. If he did not rush too fast, it would probably be uncomfortable.

But before he could finish his words, Elsa ran into him head-on.

bang——

It was the first time that Chalbliss knew that the collision between people and fog could produce a violent explosion. In the blink of an eye, they passed through it. Looking back, they saw a big hole in the fog.

The journey from the northern border of the empire to the heart of the Kingdom of Belmont Freya, which took a full month, only took a few minutes. When Elsa threw him down, Chalblis felt dizzy and his whole body was covered with ice chips.

"Right, right here..."

Chalbliss could hardly speak clearly. As they arrived, several figures came running towards him from a distance.

"Mr. Duke..."

One of them knelt on one knee, looked at the huge pit behind Elsa, then looked at Duke Chalbliss who was covered in frost, and swallowed uncomfortably.

"Where are they? Lead the way."

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"Hey, wait, what was that noise just now?"