Hilda’s gray wings unfurled, and a terrifying pressure swept over them. Everyone except Violet and Xiao Guang groaned instantly, forced to their knees by the overwhelming power.

 

“Those who serve the gods, why do you not show respect?”

 

A familiar voice, devoid of any inflection or modulation, emanated from the angel formerly known as Hilda. Rather than being a voice emitted by her own will, it seemed more like a pre-set command triggered automatically at the corresponding node.

 

Violet had heard similar words from the mouth of the Goddess of Earth in the underground of the Forest of Calamity. But compared to back then, Hilda seemed to merely inquire without interfering with people’s will with divine power.

 

This seemed to be a fixed ritual.

 

“S-Senior Hilda… What’s happening?”

 

The pressure emitted by the angel Hilda was extremely strong. Even legendary figures like Sigrid could only tremble and struggle to resist, unable to break free for a moment.

 

“Master, shall I exterminate her?”

 

Little Dragon Girl volunteered, but Violet just shook her head, indicating that there was no hurry.

 

Well, it was getting a bit too dramatic.

 

Miss Priestess waved her hand, and the golden curtains once again separated the outside’s dead mist and intense pressure. Everyone breathed heavily, feeling relieved as they stood up.

 

“How did Hilda become so strong? This feeling of being unable to resist, it’s even close to that of the High Priest…”

 

The one speaking was Leona, one of the four temple guardians. Although her voice was suppressed, Violet still heard her clearly.

 

Close to the High Priest… the priest of the gods, huh.

 

“Violet! Senior Hilda, she…”

 

“Yeah, as you can see, this level of power isn’t something Hilda could reach on her own. Judging from her appearance and mental state, she was probably manipulated into doing something after losing to the Abyss, withering… The power of the Abyss has completely contaminated her. I’ve seen similar things before.”

 

In fact, it was those who were parasitized by “Calamity” or magical beasts.

 

But Hilda’s situation, although only visually estimated, was probably deeper and more severe than those. The power representing “withering” had completely merged with her, even directly altering Hilda’s race.

 

She now resembled a puppet controlled by some entity. It was completely unrealistic to communicate with Hilda in this state, given her power level.

 

A pseudo-god.

 

Yes, even mere puppets controlled by power had reached such a level. The one who controlled and greatly strengthened Hilda was likely a true deity.

 

As for which god, with the power on Hilda’s body and the deity she worshipped, isn’t it obvious?

 

The Goddess of Earth has actually been resurrected…

 

“Although it might seem harsh, but you better stay here quietly. Hilda has reached heights beyond your imagination now. Interfering recklessly will only lead to pointless deaths.”

 

“Violet, are you… going to fight alone again?”

 

With a reluctant clench of her teeth, Sigrid held onto her spear tightly, but didn’t move her feet.

 

She knew that what the black-haired girl said was true. Rushing in would only cause trouble for Violet.

 

Sigrid just couldn’t accept the feeling of powerlessness, of throwing everything onto her companions to solve.

 

As Miss Priestess took a couple of steps forward, upon hearing this, she turned back, casting a slightly puzzled look.

 

“Who said I’m going to fight alone? Isn’t there still another one?”

 

Before she could even point out the target, the angel on the altar, prompted by the golden light below, made further movements.

 

“Those who disrespect the gods shall perish!”

 

With the same emotionless and robotic voice, but this time Hilda didn’t just emit pressure. The strange staff in her hand burst with light, and countless dead gray vines suddenly surged out, exploding on the barrier of 【Light Blessing】.”

 

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!”

 

As a pseudo-god already exceeding level 70, even approaching level 80, Hilda’s attacks were far beyond what those blasphemers could match. Dust erupted instantly on the “Light Blessing,” and in places bombarded repeatedly, there were even slight cracks forming.

 

Violet noticed this and furrowed her brows slightly.

 

Although “Light Blessing” was just a level 6 spell, its defensive power couldn’t even compare to her own body wearing 【Feather Robe Graria】. It usually served to isolate some messy stuff or protect teammates, and she hadn’t done any amplification or enhancement beyond that…

 

But this was a level 6 spell cast by Violet herself. In terms of intensity, it far exceeded super-tier standards. Just like how neither Rebecca nor those blasphemers could harm it in the slightest, how could this angelic Hilda create cracks with a single blow?

 

She must be close to level 80 at least.

 

With Violet’s continuous flow of magical support, the nearly imperceptible cracks on the golden barrier instantly restored to their original state. Understanding the failure of the attack, the angel immediately launched a second round of assault in silence.

 

No longer were there countless vine-like long spears. Only one emerged, yet it faintly emanated a power comparable to the original Dead Omen Spirit’s from the Beastman, enough to surpass the automatic defense threshold of artifacts and inflict harm upon Violet.

 

The angelic Hilda, in her transformed state, likely surpassed the power of the Dead Omen Star. At least, the speed at which she gathered her strength for this attack far exceeded that of the giant eyeball, who was probably just at the level of a pseudo-god, or around level 70.

 

The vine-like long spear, akin to gray jade, emitted crackling explosions in the air, indicating the surrounding elements couldn’t withstand its immense energy and destructive force, almost breaking into a lament of near shattering.

 

“Piercing of Death.”

 

Ending the sequence with a technique named to perfect and amplify magical power, the vine tore through the air, hurtling toward the holy light barrier set by Miss Priestess!

 

But at this moment, a figure leaped out of the protective shield, fearlessly charging towards the emblem of withering itself!

 

“Hey!”

 

Sigrid couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise subconsciously. She never expected someone to sacrifice themselves to directly face such a terrifying attack at this moment. What’s the difference between this and suicide?!

 

However…

 

“Bane Break!”

 

A tall girl with flowing golden hair danced, her seemingly boneless hands morphing into blades in midair.

 

With the eerie silence and a sense of pause, after a certain indescribable momentary halt, the spear made of vines, which was flying at an indiscernible speed to the naked eye, was split into two from its tip.

 

Then, like carving a cow with the skill of a butcher, it collapsed into dozens of thin, neatly sliced sections!