Su Nian suppressed the strange restlessness in her heart as she prepared to carry out the Horned Demon Master’s plan.
The Horned Demon’s core purpose was clear: use the blueprint of a super-large floating magic array—something capable of overturning the continent’s balance—to force the fragmented human kingdoms into a coalition to jointly fight the Demon Race.
Of course.
That Horned Demon Bastard wouldn’t be so kind out of the goodness of his heart.
His deeper goal was likely paving the way for his crazy ambition to “conquer the world.”
Still, forming a coalition to fight the Demon Race was a good thing for everyone.
As for the Horned Demon’s hidden ambition…
Hmph.
When the time came, she would deal with it herself!
For now, she had to follow the Horned Demon Master’s plan without the slightest error.
She knew very well that it wasn’t the time to drop the “blueprint” bombshell yet.
The first step of the plan was to thoroughly consolidate and deify her position as the “Star-Moon Saintess,” showing irreplaceable value.
Otherwise, those greedy kings and nobles wouldn’t think of cooperation, but of how to use the most despicable means to steal the blueprint from her and imprison her as a “Saintess” trophy for a single kingdom.
In truth, she had already shown enough strength.
The fame from the battle at the Floating Fortress still lingered in everyone’s ears.
Today’s arrival on a Saint Level Giant Dragon announced to the entire world that she possessed a “follower” capable of easily destroying a city.
Any force wanting to make an enemy of her had to consider if their territory could withstand the dragon’s wrath.
But.
The reason people called her “Saintess” instead of “War God” or “Dragon Knight” was ultimately because of her near-miraculous healing ability derived from the Holy Light.
Pure strength only invited awe and wariness.
But a healing power that could bring back the dead and regrow flesh and bone could garner the most fanatical following and faith.
After all, when following a powerhouse, who wouldn’t want their “boss” to ensure they had no worries on the battlefield?
Even if someone was heavily injured or lost a limb, they could be instantly restored.
The Horned Demon Master clearly understood this.
He had already used his pervasive intelligence network to spread the word, gathering all the citizens, soldiers, and even the incurable injured Griffons of the Gryphon Knights—all those injured or crippled in the war against the Demon Race—in a specific area on one side of the square.
Despair permeated the air there at this moment.
Su Nian raised her hand slightly, her slender, fair fingers tracing an elegant arc in the air.
Little Green, crouched beneath her, understood immediately.
A gentle yet irresistible surge of wind-element magic spread out with her as the center, silently forming a massive, natural amplification array above the square.
In the next moment.
Su Nian’s body erupted with dazzling Holy Light.
She seemed to transform into a second sun in the mortal world, radiating brilliant light that was impossible to look at directly.
At the same time.
The girl’s cold and holy voice, devoid of any worldly emotion, echoed clearly through every corner of the square and the entire Academy City, bolstered by the wind element.
“Brave souls who resisted the demons, innocent people caught in their wake, may the Holy Light heal you.”
As the girl’s voice fell.
The blindingly bright Holy Light seemed to possess its own will.
It transformed into a thick pillar of white-gold light, pouring down with precise accuracy onto the area where all the wounded were gathered.
Compared to the past.
Now that she had promoted to a Saint Magic Caster and grasped the laws of time contained within the Eye of Temporal Reversal, the intensity and effect of her healing magic had reached a level near a “miracle” that mortals could not comprehend.
As long as the soul remained and a spark of life lingered in the body, she could pull even the most grievous injuries back to a state of being whole and undamaged from the erosion of time.
Instantly.
A miracle bloomed under the gaze of thousands.
An old veteran, whose legs had been severed by demonic energy on the battlefield and was doomed to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, felt a warm current flow into his long-numb legs.
It was a tingling, itchy sensation, like countless ants gnawing at him.
Then, amidst the gasps of countless people, golden points of light gathered beneath his trouser legs.
Flesh, bone, and sinew grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He subconsciously moved his toes, then trembled as he slowly stood up amidst the disbelieving tears of his wife and children.
A Griffon, whose wing had been half-torn by a demon during an aerial battle, let out a cry of pain.
Its broken wing bones were reshaped in the Holy Light, and new feathers sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain.
It let out a loud, long cry full of joy and gratitude, suddenly flapping its wings and whipping up a gale as it soared into the sky, circling continuously above Su Nian’s head.
The severed limbs of countless people were reshaped, torn wounds were smoothed over, and even the black demonic energy inside soldiers who were destined for a painful death was purified inch by inch by the Holy Light.
On the square, there was first a deathly silence.
Then, a landslide-like eruption of cries and cheers broke out.
“A miracle! This is a true miracle!”
“Holy Lady! Were you sent by the gods to save us!”
Countless people were moved to tears, frantically kneeling on the ground and kissing the hot pavement.
In the most humble and devout manner, they bowed in worship toward the holy figure on the high platform.
Faced with this near-manic adoration, Su Nian’s expression remained indifferent.
Her sky-blue eyes showed no ripples of emotion.
She simply stood quietly, waiting for a moment.
The effect was good.
Below the platform was an ocean of gathered faith, every gaze filled with burning adoration.
This power was intangible but real, as if it built an indestructible holy barrier around her.
This way, if anyone else wanted to make a move against her or coveted her so-called “secrets” and “value,” they would have to think twice.
They wouldn’t just be facing her terrifying Saint Level strength or her dragon follower that could easily destroy a city.
They would also have to endure the monstrous wrath of the people of the entire kingdom, even the entire continent.
Persecuting a Saintess hero who saved a city and healed countless disabled people?
Such a crime would be enough to make any Royal Family or church lose all public support in an instant.
After all, no one could guarantee whether they or their loved ones would need the miracle of this “Saintess” to save them in a future bloody battle against the Demon Race.
Therefore, the holier and stronger she was, the safer she became.
However.
Even if there really were some blind idiots who dared to risk the world’s condemnation to come after her.
She wasn’t afraid.
She could just throw them to that Horned Demon Bastard to deal with, letting them fight amongst themselves.
‘Hehe.’
After all, that Horned Demon guy said with his own mouth that he would “protect” her.