The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The fake saintess knew without a doubt whose power this miracle that altered the heavens was—

The sea goddess, Undine.

Of course, this "Undine" is not the original "Undine", but the new "Undine" who now holds this title among the Dark Shepherds.

The fake saintess knew that the Dark Shepherds had their own methods of creating gods, using the same divine names to usurp the authority of the original gods.

"Undine, the sea goddess," "Teradom, the earth goddess," and even "Encia," the third daughter of the sea goddess, are all like this...

There was even one who usurped the title of "Lydia," which surprised the fake saintess when she first heard about him. Moreover, that guy seemed to be the foundation of the entire Dark Shepherd sect.

The ability to alter celestial phenomena solely through willpower surpasses the strength of an average Saint-level individual.

But just as magicians can amplify the power of their magic through magic circles, gods can also expand the influence of their divine arts through believers.

The laws of the present world limit the highest rank of an individual to Saint, but what distinguishes gods from mortal beings is that they can extend their power by having a large number of divine people.

A god can only unleash divine spells with the highest Saint-level power, but if He has tens of thousands of followers, the existence of these followers will expand the upper limit of the power of the divine spell. However, it is not a simple superposition, but is related to many factors such as the depth of faith and the strength of the followers.

However, for a true God with a name and identity, He plus all His believers constitutes a complete system.

There are at least tens of millions of sea god believers on this continent, so the divine magic that Undine can use is far more powerful than that of a god like the fake saintess who has no believers.

Fortunately, despite the grand scale of the event, if the real "Undine" were to arrive here, the fake saintess should be able to sense it.

Since she didn't sense anything, it means that the heavy rain was just a divine spell cast by the other party from a distance.

They don't even dare to come in person under these circumstances. Could it be that they're still afraid of Lydia?

The fake saintess was somewhat disdainful. She was afraid of even the dead, so no matter how powerful she was, she was ultimately no match for the real thing.

However, she could see that the rain itself was just a means to an end, and that the Rossia family's plan was not merely to create a flood to destroy the Holy City.

Having once possessed Lucyville's divine authority, the false saintess still retains some ability to sense the laws of space.

Therefore, she could sense that these raindrops contained some magic that could influence changes in space.

She looked down and saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the city streets were soon flooded.

From the sewer openings, long, thin, black snakes emerged and slithered about, like countless black ribbons spreading across the city.

Chapter 135 The Imposter's Determination

"A snake!? There's a snake!!!"

Screams echoed through the streets as the rising rainwater was already ankle-deep, and the black snakes lurking within were even more difficult to guard against.

If you get bitten in extremely poor visibility, the wound will quickly spread like a spider web with dense, dark lines.

The injured writhed in the rain, howling in agony, while terrified citizens scattered in all directions, their screams of fear echoing through the crowd.

After a short while, those bitten by the black snake would stand up shakily in the water, their eyes turning ferocious. When they looked at their fellow countrymen, they would instantly transform into a mad beast and pounce on them.

The piercing screams echoed through the rain-soaked streets, and the once prosperous and glorious holy city was transformed into a living hell in an instant.

"Mom!...Mom!?..."

A little girl huddled in a flower bed by the roadside, clutching an unconscious woman and calling out in panic.

As the rushing water beneath her rose higher and higher, already above her thighs, her mother still kept her eyes closed in agony, her face pale, her body trembling as she leaned against the flowerbed.

On his left arm was a bloody gash covered with dark blue lines, and the tainted lines were still spreading.

The black snake that bit the woman didn't swim far. After circling around, it looked like it was about to swim back to the little girl.

But at that moment, a slender sword of holy light descended from the sky, piercing the water and slicing the black snake in two.

A dazzling light caught the little girl's eye, and she couldn't help but turn her gaze to see the figure of a black-haired girl with golden wings slowly descending, her shoes, enveloped in holy light, lightly touching the water's surface.

The dazzling scene in the dark rain made the little girl's eyes widen. Looking at the figure, she stammered, "Heavens...it's an angel!"

After shouting, she immediately pushed her unconscious mother, "Mom, wake up! An angel has come to save us!"

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The fake saint blushed slightly, glanced at the wings on her back with some shame, and then reached out and covered the unconscious woman with a ball of holy light.

The strange black snake created by the Dark Shepherd can only suppress the infection even with holy light. Therefore, the fake saintess can only alleviate the suffering of women, but cannot completely cure it.

However, suppressing it for now is enough. The fake saintess summoned holy light to lift the girl and her mother into the sky, and then headed straight for the white tower not far away.

As the headquarters of the Holy City of Light, the Holy City still possesses its own profound heritage.

Although the disaster struck unexpectedly, the city's priests and clergy quickly launched a rescue operation.

The high-ranking priests that Ella had personally appointed were no incompetent fools. They immediately used magical communication to direct the priests and knights stationed in various churches to organize rescue teams and go to rescue and guide citizens to take refuge in the churches.

Every block in the city has a church, and the priests stationed there are all proficient in holy light magic. Even if there are a lot of wounded people, they can form a spell to suppress the injuries of the large number of infected people for a while after moving them into the church hall.

Therefore, despite the suddenness of the incident, the situation in the holy city stabilized for a time and did not deteriorate further.

The churches, like stars emerging in the night, are scattered throughout the city, working together to resist the vast darkness.

The fake saintess flew back and forth in the high sky, searching for and carrying away the trapped citizens in the corners of the streets and alleys, like a firefly piercing through the rain curtain, darting back and forth in the dark sky above the holy city.

But just as she was carrying two unconscious middle-aged men over a building, a figure standing quietly on the spire suddenly caught her eye.

It was a mature woman in a formal gown, standing alone on the rooftop amidst the heavy rain, almost blending into the dark sky.

She held a hookah between her fingers, quietly observing the fake saintess's busy figure, seemingly quite interested.

"...Isabella."

The fake saintess stopped in mid-air, her brows furrowed slightly, and uttered the other person's name in a deep voice.

"No wonder we couldn't find you when we sent people to the White Tower. Are you perhaps... fulfilling your duties as a saintess?"

Looking at the fake saintess, Isabella, the head of the Rossia family, took off her hookah, exhaled a wisp of smoke, and then a faint smile appeared on her lips. "I didn't expect our partner to be so engrossed in the role."

"Stop, Isabella, the people of the Holy City have won the Holy City on their own."

The fake saintess's voice turned cold, "The allied forces have been defeated, you have already lost, stop resorting to such despicable tactics."

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Seemingly having heard an amusing joke, Isabella couldn't help but chuckle. "What's going on, Miss Saint? It's been a few days, and I'm starting to not understand what you're saying... Is this a statement from the company's perspective?"

"I'm speaking from my own perspective."

The fake saintess sneered, "Stop, or I'll kill you."

"My goodness, Miss Saintess, you don't actually think you're a saint, do you?"

Isabella tilted her head in surprise. "Why don't you try to remember why you're here?"

The fake saintess stopped speaking, her brow furrowed, and a sword of holy light instantly appeared and slashed down from mid-air.

The dazzling light sliced ​​off half of the roof, and Isabella's figure disappeared, but her voice still echoed in the air.

"No way, you're serious? The company has really found a talent."

As soon as she finished speaking, the fake saintess's eyes sharpened, and she abruptly turned her gaze behind her.

But it was too late; a torrent of water swept across the night sky and struck her directly.

The jet of black water slammed that petite body into the street below in an instant, shattering the walls of several floors.

On a nearby rooftop, a few strands of rain drifted and intertwined, gradually weaving the shape of Isabella Tingli.

But there wasn't just one figure; there were hundreds or even thousands of them, landing on rooftop after rooftop.

The closest figure held a hookah between his fingers, his gaze looking down at the ruins of buildings in the rain.

Half a second later, a golden light shot out from the ruins, blasting the piled stones into the air, and the figure of the fake saintess emerged from the dust.

Looking at the figure bathed in holy light, Isabella's smile slowly faded.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

In that instant, it was as if she had seen something incomprehensible: "Just this one move, and it actually hurt you?"

The fake saintess didn't reply, but silently brushed away a crack in her chest with her fingers.

Behind her, two citizens, still unconscious and enveloped by the barrier of holy light, lay unharmed in the crater, peacefully.

At that moment, the image of Ye Xiao dragging two Templar Knights to safety while she was bombarded with her divine magic flashed through the fake saint's mind.

Trying to save them with my own strength... it seems it's not as easy as I imagined.

But because of this, she seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of that guy.

"Dying once actually made you this weak?"

Isabella put the pipe back in her mouth, her tone surprised. "I can let it slide for the sake of the company, but as for the Holy City, you can just watch it disappear in the rain."

"Don't even think about it, Isabella!"

However, when the fake saintess was persuaded to surrender, her gaze was cold, her golden wings spread wide, and several beams of holy light transformed into sharp swords surged from her body.

"I will protect this city!!!"

Chapter 136 Rossia's Secret

"Although I generally don't fight with my partners, even business partners."

Isabella stared unmovingly at the barrage of lightsabers aimed at her. "But traitors are an exception..."

"boom"

Before she could finish speaking, the rooftop she was on was blasted to smithereens by several swords of holy light.

But this only destroyed one Isabella.

The eerie and unpredictable figure of the Rossiya family patriarch split into hundreds or even thousands of clones in the falling rain.

The false saint flapped her wings and soared into the air, resembling a rising moon in the dim light.

Countless feathers falling from the golden wings transformed into sharp sword beams, scattering in all directions like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

They drew countless arcs, like stars piercing through the darkness, instantly riddling the hundreds of figures with holes.

But the fake saintess did not let her guard down. She looked around at the figures she had hit, and they all melted into transparent ripples of water like jelly and disappeared.

"They're all clones?"

The fake saintess wasn't quite sure about Isabella's abilities either, as the head of the Holy Ring family rarely took action himself, even in past collaborations.

"In a way, you and I are somewhat connected by fate."

The mature woman's soft voice echoed in the air once more.

The fake saintess, surprised, spread her senses around, but could not pinpoint the source of the ethereal sound.

"My Lord has looked out over the stars and stood against the chaos that lurks in the void."

"He often descends in the name of holy light to warn ignorant beings to stay away from that crawling shadow..."

The fake saintess had no idea what this guy was muttering about. She just frowned slightly and watched as the rain wove the woman's silhouette onto a collapsed rooftop.

The sounds that seemed to come from all directions converged on that figure. Isabella remained calm and composed, her fingers holding a water pipe, her red lips moving slightly.

"But He himself was unaware of when the tentacles of chaos had quietly seeped into His divine kingdom."

With a wave of her hand, the fake saintess Zis unleashed a storm of feathers and swords from her wings, blasting Isabella's newly formed body into water droplets.

But then she looked up in astonishment, and a huge hand, made of rainwater, descended from above her head and slapped down.

"boom"

The slamming of that palm was no less powerful than a meteorite falling, instantly shattering a large area of ​​the city below.

In the urban area spanning several square miles, rows of towering buildings were reduced to ruins by the surging waters, becoming rubble and wood chips drifting in the flood.

Even as many buildings collapsed under the impact of that giant hand, one white tower, enveloped in golden light, remained standing amidst the crashing waves.

The priests in the White Tower and the fleeing citizens clung to the windows in astonishment. Even they were filled with despair at the sight of the monstrous phenomenon, which resembled a natural disaster. They never imagined that they could survive such overwhelming power.

With a clear, splashing sound, the fake saintess emerged somewhat disheveled from the floodwaters that were engulfing the earth. Her upper body was covered in jagged cracks, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter, and half of her wings were broken off. The golden light that could not be contained dissipated in the air.

But her deep blue eyes showed no fear. With a wave of her hand, she manipulated two golden lights to burst out of the water and float to the white pagoda not far away.

The golden light enveloped the unconscious citizens she had initially carried in her hands; now they were all within the protective barrier she had set up at the White Tower, and she had shielded them along with the raging floodwaters.

"The gods are powerful, with countless divine subjects and an endless divine kingdom, capable of projecting the power of their authority to every corner of the world..."