They are all characters I control.

Now, facing these mere heretics, Claire didn't want to be crushed by such a small fry.

Claire's left hand, which could still move with difficulty, reached into the inner pocket of the tattered clothes on her chest.

This action startled the old village chief slightly, then he laughed even more mockingly: "What? You want to pull out some weapon? It's useless! None of your weapons can hurt me. Didn't you already try?"

Seeing that 'Eleanor' actually intended to fight him, the old village chief was impressed by her fighting spirit.

At least, this female knight was not weeping like the other church knights at this time.

However, he was also somewhat annoyed. How could Eleanor possibly resist him at this point? Her tenacity and unwavering faith were commendable, but constantly repeating futile tasks was also tedious.

Looking at 'Eleanor' before him, the old village chief remembered that Lord Mel had said he hoped to capture her alive.

So the old village chief first reached out and grabbed 'Eleanor's' shoulder, and with a forceful pull, he heard a 'crack' sound as bones broke.

When his shoulder had been crushed, Claire's outstretched arm trembled and fell limply to his side, and a red stone slipped from his grasp.

"Hmm? What's that?" The old village chief's gaze fell on the red stone rolling down at his feet.

He picked it up, looked at it, and laughed.

Isn't this the 'Philosopher's Stone'? It's just a low-quality 'Philosopher's Stone' that's far inferior to my own 'Primordial Blood'.

So Eleanor was planning to get this just now? Not a weapon?

"You want to use this? You want to use this, right? You know this is the Philosopher's Stone, right? You want to use it for yourself, not destroy it, right?"

The old village chief's tone was filled with the joy of a child who has found a new toy.

If anything could make pagans so happy, it was the fact that the church knights, who had always been steadfast in their faith, had fallen into the same depravity as themselves.

At this moment, the old village chief not only became kind and amiable, but even picked up the Philosopher's Stone and handed it to Claire.

"You want to use this? Want to be like me? Then go ahead and use it, use it all you want."

"Although the quality of your 'Philosopher's Stone' is very poor, extremely poor, it may be just right for you."

"After all, you are someone who has never been exposed to the Philosopher's Stone before. If you use a high concentration of the Philosopher's Stone all at once, it is easy to be overwhelmed by the goddess's favor. This inferior quality Philosopher's Stone is just right for you."

Looking at the gloating and impatient old village chief in front of him.

Claire raised her hand and took the Philosopher's Stone from the other person. The old village chief placed it on the ground and just looked at him.

Claire took a deep breath, calmly adjusted her armor, and checked it again.

"Will everyone who uses the 'Philosopher's Stone' end up like you, or like those village girls who died from taking the 'Philosopher's Stone' potion? How many people can withstand it?"

This body belongs to Eleanor; Claire has taken control of Eleanor's body.

Even if the Philosopher's Stone caused her to lose her life, it would be Eleanor who died, not Claire.

Claire wasn't the type to carelessly discard her belongings; her question at this moment was to see how much survival she would have with the 'Philosopher's Stone'.

"Hmm... I think only about 20% of those favored by God have no problems after taking the 'Philosopher's Stone' potion." The old village chief patiently explained to Claire the greatest invention of his church.

"Of those who took the Philosopher's Stone potion, only about 30% survived. Although they survived, their bodies would be left with some negative effects, such as aging or disability."

"The last 50% will die, exploding from their bodies. They are the majority of those who have not been blessed by the goddess."

"However, you are a church knight of the Goddess Church. If you want to defect and join our Church of Life, you are naturally welcome. Perhaps you will be the next Holy Son Claire?"

Claire? The Holy Son?

Claire, who was initially a little nervous, was quite surprised when she heard her name called.

He raised an eyebrow and asked casually.

"What Claire? Is there someone named Claire in your church?"

“That’s right, Claire is the Holy Son of our Church of Life.” The old village chief said matter-of-factly what the other heretics already knew.

Although the Church of Life was founded relatively late, it has a history of over a hundred years.

Over such a long period of time, the structure of the Church of Life was naturally constantly being improved, and there had to be a saint just like the saintess of the Church of Goddess, and that is how the saintess came to be.

The old village chief didn't urge Claire to stop talking nonsense, but seeing Claire's confused look, he added another sentence.

"Claire has a rather resounding name, which is 'Emperor of Evil Gods,' now you know?"

"That's right, that person is still being held somewhere in the Church of the Goddess."

"Becoming our Holy Son won't be easy, but it's still a hope. Who knows, you might even gain the Goddess's favor?"

Putting everything else aside, Claire's mind was a little foggy at that moment.

After all, the old village chief in front of them actually said that he was the holy son of their heretics? The evil god emperor always referred specifically to Claire.

At this moment, Claire had no idea that this church was actually related to her.

Chapter 123 Elinor's New Form

Claire had only said it casually, but she never expected that this 'Church of Life' would regard her as a holy child?

But I don’t remember ever establishing any ‘Church of Life’?

Besides, haven't I been in a dungeon for over a hundred years? And now I'm in the 'holy city' of the Goddess Church, so where did this 'Church of Life' come from?

It's probably a title that some guys gave themselves without permission.

Looking at the old village chief Gray, Claire didn't ask any more questions. His current identity was none other than a church knight, and it would be a bit strange to continue asking these questions.

"Alright, are you ready to eat the Philosopher's Stone?" The old village chief looked down at Claire and asked with a kind expression.

Previously, they had sent several village girls to give Eleanor the potion containing the Philosopher's Stone, but Eleanor did not drink it.

Now that 'Eleanor' is going to take the 'Philosopher's Stone,' which is even more potent than that potion, he can't wait to see the church knight in front of him fall into depravity.

Of course, what's even more interesting is that Eleanor apparently has no idea how the Philosopher's Stone in her own hands was made.

The village chief, who knew about this, couldn't wait to see what Eleanor would become after eating the Philosopher's Stone, and what she would become after finding out what it was made of.

"I know."

Claire looked at the strange magic stone crystal in her hand. After gaining some understanding of the probability of obtaining it, she no longer hesitated.

Fifty percent of the people will survive, and twenty percent of them will obtain the enormous power within.

Two-tenths of the time, Claire was perfectly capable of betting on this body, and she tossed the Philosopher's Stone into her mouth.

"Hehehe, hehehahahahahahahahaha..."

The old village chief watched 'Eleanor's' bobbing throat and let out a pleased laugh.

He did nothing more than wait and watch 'Eleanor's' reaction.

When the Philosopher's Stone entered Claire's (Eleanor's) mouth, it didn't feel as hot as molten lava as she had imagined. Instead, it gave her a strange sensation of being slippery, cold, and carrying a strong smell of rust and rotten sweetness.

The Philosopher's Stone slid down his throat almost without stopping.

One second, two seconds...

At first, nothing happened.

Claire knelt on the ground, panting, her body seemingly unchanged except for the nauseating aftertaste lingering in her mouth.

"Hmm? Still no reaction?" The old village chief raised an eyebrow. "It seems your body is even more... sluggish than I thought? Or rather, unable to even elicit the lowest level of reaction..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

An unexpected change occurred!

An indescribable, cold, viscous torrent, seemingly gathering the deepest pain and resentment of countless lives before their death, suddenly exploded in Claire's abdomen.

Like countless cold, venomous snakes, they instantly burrowed into Claire's limbs and bones, frantically assaulting his nearly shattered meridians and tearing apart his already severely injured internal organs.

"Ughh ...

Claire let out a pained howl that sounded inhuman, her body suddenly stiffened, curled up like a shrimp, and then sprang back up.

His skin lost its color at a visible rate, turning bluish-gray, and then developing ominous dark red and purplish-black patches, as if foul blood was spreading and decaying beneath his skin.

The blood vessels bulge out, are dark black in color, and writhe wildly under the skin.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his pupils contracted sharply, and a strange dark red halo began to appear around the edges.

"It's begun! It's begun!" the old village chief roared excitedly, his eyes filled with pleasure as he looked at 'Eleanor' who had noticed the change. "See! This is the price of mortals blaspheming divine power!"

"Only those favored by the gods, only those truly favored by the goddess, can withstand this power! Let me see if you can withstand it."

At this moment, Claire completely ignored the excited old village chief in front of her, and also ignored Mel, who was sitting cross-legged next to her after waking up and watching her.

At this moment, he only felt the excruciating pain in Eleanor's body.

Unimaginable pain emanated from every corner of my body; it was not just a physical tearing sensation, but also an extreme pain as if my soul were being repeatedly washed and eroded by countless cold and filthy things.

Even more unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind, and I heard a jumble of voices around me.

These countless broken wails, mad babblings, and twisted desires exploded in his mind, trying to drag his consciousness into boundless darkness and chaos!

You have to... hold on...

Claire felt like his consciousness was a small boat in a storm, about to be completely swallowed up at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

However, just as consciousness was about to completely succumb and the body was about to undergo irreversible distortion, a moment of calm descended.

All the reactions within her body calmed down, and at this moment, Claire saw that the strange sensations on Eleanor's body, which had seemed to be tearing her limbs apart, had disappeared.

His skin gradually returned to its fair complexion, the bulging blood vessels gradually subsided, and his alarming body temperature disappeared without a trace.

If there are any other changes, they would probably be in magic power and physical strength.

"Holy Magic, Holy Light Protection." Claire raised her hand and released the holy magic that Eleanor knew.

A pure, refined, milky-white light shield, radiating a refreshing warmth and purifying aura, instantly expanded around Claire (Eleanor), completely enveloping her.

The light shield was small, but exceptionally stable, with subtle and mysterious divine runes flowing across its surface, radiating divine magical energy fluctuations far exceeding those of Eleanor at her peak.

The lingering aura of evil energy, the stench of blood, and even the scorching heat and malice emanating from the fire demon in the air were all silently purified and dispelled the moment they touched the light shield, just as ice and snow meet the sun.

The effect was very strong, almost several times stronger than Eleanor's original magic.

How about trying something else?

"Holy Light Heal." Claire raised her hand and cast a healing spell on herself.

But after releasing it, he realized that his body had been completely healed by the changes just now, and he didn't need any healing magic at all.

But when the healing magic landed on her, it had an unexpected effect.

Holy light, a surging holy light, shone upon Eleanor.

It was as dazzling as the holy light emanating from the acting saintess Isabelle, constantly pushing this body to its peak state.

"No! Impossible! How could you, a mere female knight of the church, so perfectly integrate the power of the Philosopher's Stone! You can't possibly be a higher-ranking chosen one of God than me!"

Faced with the sudden change in 'Eleanor', the old village chief roared in anger.

Claire looked up at the old village chief, whose figure was twisted like a demon, and no longer felt the oppressive aura she had felt before.

On the contrary, they found the old village chief to be surprisingly 'short and weak'.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Chapter 124 Trial Card Expired

Claire is not dead.

Taking the Philosopher's Stone had no negative effects whatsoever, and his injuries were even healed.

Whether it was her crushed shoulder or the injuries she had suffered before, all of them had disappeared. The Claire in front of her was even stronger than she had been in her prime.

"Damn church knight! Don't think you're really a chosen one of God; you're just lucky." The old village chief had finally lost his temper.

Originally, I wanted to see how 'Eleanor' fell into depravity, and to see what shameful and blasphemous things would happen to a steadfast church knight after consuming the 'Philosopher's Stone'.

Destroying others' faith and trampling on their hopes is what everyone in the Church of Life wants to do to the Goddess Church, which constantly suppresses them and positions itself as a cult.

As a result, the female knight of the church in front of me was not turned into an unsightly state by the Philosopher's Stone, but instead awakened to be more perfect than myself.

"Now I'll show you the power of someone truly favored by the goddess!"

"No matter how much you bluff, you false chosen one, it's all in vain. This time, I won't show you any mercy. Die!"

Looking at the old village chief roaring and swinging the giant tree beside him as a weapon, Claire was too lazy to waste any more words on these crazy guys.