“Big sis?” Su Shansu, up at the front, was dumbfounded.
“Wolfy!” Beside her, Qiqiduo also shouted in shock.
This family member had promised so many times that nothing would happen, yet now she’d gone and given them the biggest shock of all!
Just a second ago, everyone had still been rejoicing and laughing.
The next second, two Hongyi Grand Archbishops were sent flying!
It was like riding a roller coaster; in a moment, hundreds and thousands of people fell from heaven into hell, their scalps tingling, their minds ringing with shock.
What on earth is happening?
What was that golden-haired priestess up to?
These two questions echoed in everyone’s hearts.
“She’s the Battle Priest of the Valkyrie Order, Summerbaum Payne.”
“Battle Priest? Why did you attack the Grand Archbishop?!”
The knights were quick to gather information, but that name was just an alias.
“You ask me, who am I?”
Samimi lowered her head to look at the Holy Knights, knowing that there was nowhere left to run. This time, she had truly stepped out, taking a path from which she could never turn back.
But she wasn’t afraid in the least. On the contrary, she smiled.
Samimi clapped her hands, reached into the small pouch at her waist, and pulled out a piece of folded black cloth. With a flick of her little hand, she unfurled it.
Below, the Inquisitors and Holy Knights looked on as if facing a great enemy, not knowing what she was about to do.
It wasn’t long before everyone realized her intention, and then came the second wave of shock—like thunder on a sunny day, it was simply unbelievable.
They watched as the little black cloth in her hand shot out, landing right on the Pig Demon Nun’s eyes.
In an instant, all the clergy present realized who she was, knew her identity, and recalled her legend.
“I am the Resurrection Nun mentioned by the Archbishop just now, the Demon-Hunting Nun in the twilight of the Order. I neither change my name nor alter my surname. I am Samimi Chrysanthemum Spirit.” Tao Mimi introduced herself with a faint air of sorrow, her voice tinged with both heroism and helplessness.
The Inquisitors and Holy Knights who’d wanted to rush forward froze on the spot, glancing at each other, uncertain of what to do.
“What are you all standing around for?! Hurry and restrain her! She even attacked us! Are you just going to watch?!” Grand Archbishop Leroux clutched his groin, face twisted in pain, supported by others as he tried to give orders.
Everyone had no choice but to steel themselves and chase after this traitorous Demon-Hunting Nun.
“…”
Qian Mimi didn’t offer any explanation, just quietly gazed at Grand Archbishop Talus.
“Why are you looking at me like that! You heretic of the Church! Sinner!” Grand Archbishop Talus broke into a cold sweat under her gaze and accused her even more loudly.
“The goddess is weeping.”
But Samimi only muttered in a dreamy voice.
The statue of the Twin Goddess began to shed blue tears—but of course, it was merely Samimi’s illusion spell, magic forming fake water.
Even now, Samimi offered no explanations, neither about the Scarlet Court incident, nor about exposing the Hongyi Grand Archbishops’ lies, nor to clear the names of the fallen heroes.
With her eloquence, she could’ve swayed half the knights of the Order on the spot, even made the clergy doubt their faith.
But only half—half wasn’t enough for Samimi’s ambitions. If she wanted to achieve something big, she had to go all the way.
So Samimi chose a higher, riskier path.
That was: silence.
I won’t say a word. Use your own little brains and think for yourselves.
What others tell you goes in one ear and out the other.
Only what you realize for yourself will be carved into your bones.
And most importantly, Samimi didn’t want to convince anyone. Right now, she didn’t want to negotiate or debate—she only wanted to fight.
If it meant standing against the entire Church—
Then she would take on the whole Church alone!
“Zha zhale! Ka lele! Ka ya ya!”
Countless thorny vines shot out from the deep crimson magic circle, swiftly spreading across the entire stage.
“You really are a slave to filthy blood! Kill her! Quick, kill her!”
Grand Archbishop Talus looked even more excited at this display, his curses growing more confident.
But his voice was quickly cut off, not a word more came out.
“Dang xiang hu! Ming hu hu! Ming hu hu!”
Four beams of blazing white holy light surged to the Resurrection Nun’s staff, shining so brilliantly that all clergy were transfixed.
In that silent moment, everything was clear.
Such is the power of silence.
“[Crown of Pigs].”
“[Thorn Crown].”
“[Priest-exclusive Defense Enhancement – Combination Spell].”
On Samimi’s brow appeared the Kingdom’s Chrysanthemum Crown, thorny vines twining around her body, rapidly forming an exoskeleton of magical power. She leapt into action, launching high from the stage.
Of course, the Crown of Pigs had no actual effect on her, but she wore it anyway.
Wearing the Crown of Pigs atop a priest’s hat—never mind if it made sense. The question was, did it look priestly or not?
And then, she dove headfirst into the dense ranks of the Church’s knights, showing no fear or hesitation, embracing death without flinching.
Like the churning of a chestnut-colored sea, waves of magic energy surged forth, charging toward the vast army of Inquisitors.
Had these Church knights ever seen such a terrifying sight? Besides, most of them were just palace guards—pampered softies stationed in safe zones, not real combat knights.
The fact that they didn’t flee was already a sign of backbone; in an instant, they were swept up and battered by the surging magic, left completely overwhelmed.
Not wearing inner armor? The thorns became perfect targets, and soon the knights were howling and retreating in disorder.
Because Samimi had secretly learned the Sword Slope Girl’s Skill: Demon-Banishing Eighteen Strikes. Though her attacks couldn’t quite match that legendary speed, a triple strike in a second was still achievable.
That ceaseless barrage echoed in the hearts of all the people of the royal city.
Even the feared Inquisitors couldn’t stand against the dread might of the Blood Banner Nun.
No—wait, that’s not all!
One golden figure after another cut through the thorns, sword light flashing as they cut down the advancing thorns, forcibly halting the expansion of Samimi’s Magic Domain.
Looking closely, it was those dozens of Holy Knights.
Even Samimi’s heart tightened at the sight.
As expected, it was them—the anti-protagonist knights, the elite soldiers of the Inquisitors.
But she wasn’t the protagonist, so by right she shouldn’t be especially restrained by them.
Forget it, saying such things is pointless. What “anti-protagonist special ops,” in the end it all comes down to ability.
If she wanted to break through the Church’s knights, she’d have to surpass even her previous limits.
“Everyone, wait! Don’t rush! She’s an old acquaintance of mine, let me talk to her,”
Suddenly, an old Holy Knight stepped out from the ranks, motioning for everyone to stop, standing in the center of the battlefield.
The knights truly did stop, deeply respecting the old Holy Knight, but their wariness hadn’t faded. All swords were still trained on the nun before them, who looked every bit the villain.
This old Holy Knight was one of Slope Girl Makiin’s guards, and had met Samimi many times, recognizing her at a glance.
“Child, what are you doing here? Do you know the consequences of your actions?” The old knight frowned, looking at Samimi.
“Mentor! I respect you! I know exactly what I’m doing! I’ve seen the corruption and rot at the heart of your Church! If there’s not a single good man from top to bottom, then I’ll purge it all—every last bit!” Qian Mimi suddenly raised her voice.
Her words rang out, and the Saint’s Cane in her hand struck the ground.
Such blasphemous words made the knights stir restlessly, almost unable to restrain themselves.
“If you have some hardship, speak it out!” the old knight urged loudly.
“I have no hardships! I am simply the fool’s child who walks beneath the sun!” Samimi laughed, slipping into poetic speech.
I simply refuse to say it! Even if it kills me, I won’t speak the truth! You might as well kill me now!
Why was Joan of Arc so feared by the Church? Because those in power branded her as an evil witch and burned her alive.
The knights began to suspect something.
If the Hongyi Grand Archbishops said she was an evil witch, why could the so-called Resurrection Nun walk beneath the sun?
“Enough with the jokes! Tell us the truth!” The old knight was getting desperate.
“What are you doing?! Go seize her! That’s the Church’s order!” Grand Archbishop Talus was equally frantic.
“But…” The old knight hesitated, still full of doubt.
“Holy Knights! Do you wish to defy the Church’s command as well? In front of so many people, are you going to bring shame upon the whole Church? Arrest her at once!” Grand Archbishop Purvis barked.
The scene was utter chaos, the clergy growing more anxious, their nerves stretched thin by Samimi’s cryptic silence.
Everyone sensed that something was amiss, but no one could put it into words.
That was exactly the effect Samimi wanted.
Justice or evil? You decide for yourselves.
My job is simple—to present you with a bloody scene and let you see the truth of the so-called Saint’s lie.
“Mentor, thank you for speaking on my behalf. But now, all I ask is that you raise your sword to me. I will not let my friends be scapegoated any longer.”
Samimi poured magic into the Apothecary Bag at her waist, and a new, dazzling golden flame erupted, burning away the covering to reveal the legendary artifact hidden inside.
She’d carried it for so long, for this very moment.
A flame holier than the purest sacred fire burst forth, its radiance astonishing even the Royal Family and the nobles of the Kingdom.
Because on that artifact was the mark of the sun—the Royal Family’s crest, the symbol of the Kingdom.
“Sun Gold Sutra!”
Samimi raised her hand to the sky. The Sun Gold Sutra slowly floated into the air, rising above the head of the Twin Goddess statue, and then exploded with a blazing solar radiance.
The opening flash blinded everyone in the hall.
The Sun Gold Sutra linked with the Twin Goddess, channeling the sun’s fire, flooding every corner with magic.
“With my battered body, I become blazing fire!”
The next moment, clad in the Thorn Crown, Samimi shot into the sky in a fiery leap, trailing burning sunlight, launching yet another assault against the Inquisitors.