Once entering this state, the 【Ten Radiance of the Holy Light】 and the “Divine Feathers” would automatically activate to their limits, and Violet couldn’t understand why.

 

Furthermore, although it sounds impressive, this “transformation”-like ability actually only amplifies pure offensive skills, with no benefit to healing, defense, or support.

 

For a priest, it’s undoubtedly somewhat redundant.

 

Violet didn’t like personally engaging in battles with others, so she rarely used this ability in the game, except for some solo missions or situations with strict output requirements.

 

In the game “Illusory World,” although player-exclusive skills are few, they do exist, and Violet wasn’t the first to have one.

 

For this unique transformation of the priestess, the companions in the game jokingly referred to it as “Destruction Mode,” after all, when this thing is activated, it’s really quite fierce. Although the output skills are limited, the damage that can be dealt in a short time even exceeds that of a mage of the same level.

 

“All right, we’ve bombed and fought, is there anything else we can do?”

 

Perhaps she really heard the priestess’s complaint, or maybe some mechanism was automatically triggered because all the enemies were eliminated. The once empty world suddenly blurred before her eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it changed to another scene.

 

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

 

“Wah!”

 

Three lush green vines came flying towards her. Startled, the priestess, who had just had her hands on her hips, quickly raised her staff and instantly deployed the protective barrier of light.

 

Sneak attack! No honor!

 

Violet wanted to say that, but the attack pierced through the golden curtain and the body of the black-haired girl, heading straight towards the back as if they were in different dimensions of space.

 

Violet looked closely and realized that she was standing on the edge of the abyssal land, and not far in front of her, the one who had just launched those attacks was Hilda Kulk with her wings still snowy white.

 

She seemed a bit out of breath, with blood flowing from several wounds on her body. Her hand holding the staff trembled slightly, appearing weary and fearful.

 

In the sky, the army of abyssal beasts, which had just been nearly wiped out by Violet, still surged like locusts. However, they no longer launched attacks towards the priestess, not even sparing her a glance.

 

Hilda’s gaze didn’t seem to focus on Violet, but rather on something further behind her.

 

Is this… a memory?

 

Why does it feel somewhat like watching a post-game plot CG?

 

At this moment, crisp applause came from behind, along with a familiar female voice that made Violet feel somewhat acquainted.

 

“I never thought that even a thousand years later, there would still be so many descendants who have awakened the power of my bloodline. Are you called Hilda?”

 

The priestess turned to look, only to see a graceful woman standing on the ground. Her waterfall-like green hair almost reached the ground, yet it didn’t give off a sense of abruptness or strangeness. Instead, she exuded a beauty of both divinity and inclusiveness with her gray eyes.

 

For some reason, Violet always felt a shadow of Theresa in this woman in her early twenties.

 

No, it should be said that Theresa looks somewhat similar to her.

 

Whether it was this ultimate beauty or divinity, it was far from being comparable to the somewhat cute but overall not very stunning village girl.

 

And her voice… was exactly like Setlin’s.

 

“Goddess of Earth, Seth… no, is it some part of Sethlin?”

 

It couldn’t be the complete form. If this was really what happened on the night of the disaster on the Spryce Island, at least Sethlin’s divine fragment should still be securely held by the priestess.

 

Clearly, this individual had already broken free from the seal, and even reclaimed a considerable portion of their divinity. At least now, she possessed a physical form, and her appearance was quite close to that of the true Goddess of Earth.

 

The progression of memories would not stagnate with Violet’s thoughts.

 

Hilda gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes overflowing with undisguised hatred and disgust.

 

“You monster, ally of the Abyss, don’t be too pleased with yourself. Even if I am destined to fall today, there will be other strong individuals to stop your invasion sooner or later!”

 

Seemingly indifferent to Hilda’s mockery and insults, the woman resembling Seth gently stroked the lush green vine that had just been summoned by the other party but was now easily held in her hand.

 

Threads of gray aura extended from the woman’s fair fingertips to the entire vine, quickly transforming it into the form that the priestess had seen in the outside world before—a plant that moved lightly and seemed to have completely escaped the summoner’s control.

 

Glancing at Hilda’s increasingly ugly expression, the woman smiled nonchalantly.

 

“No need to feign that expression. I’ve experienced and witnessed far more than you can imagine. Such a level of disguise is too easy to see through. You probably want me to feel overconfident and find an opportunity to transmit my existence to those winged people of the Sky Island, right?”

 

“………”

 

Although Hilda didn’t speak, her body stiffened slightly. Despite her silence, the slight changes in her expression and the sudden furrowing of her brows indicated that the woman’s words had indeed struck a chord with her intentions.

 

“Who are you exactly? Judging from your appearance, you don’t seem like those mindless and brutal creatures of the Abyss. Today, with the destruction of my Spryce Island and the deaths of millions, don’t you feel even a hint of shame?”

 

At the words, the woman’s smile grew even wider.

 

“Abyss creature… you could say that, little one. Don’t be so angry. Perhaps in your eyes, or in the eyes of most individuals, even the world, I have indeed brought about calamities that defy reason. But in reality, so-called life… is nothing more than a boring cycle.”

 

“Even if countless flowers of life wither today and in the future, as long as the seeds remain, the cycle of life and death will never cease. Life and death, for most beings, are but a fleeting moment, turning into mere dirt in the blink of an eye.”

 

“In that case, what’s wrong with me taking some in advance for my own use?”

 

“Nonsense! It’s sheer nonsense! What do you take life for? Are they fruits hanging on a tree, ready to be plucked at any time?!”

 

Even with Hilda’s true temperament, she couldn’t help but angrily rebuke the woman, yet the woman’s face still wore that seemingly amiable, but actually indifferent smile.

 

“If you say it’s not, then tell me, what’s the difference?”

 

“…Madwoman, there’s nothing more to say to you.”

 

These words seemed to hit the woman’s funny bone. She blinked slightly, then elegantly covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

 

“Hahaha~ Speaking of which, over a thousand years ago, there were also many people who called me that. Clearly, they just picked some fruits they planted themselves, cultivated new varieties, but they came angrily knocking on my door. Even close subordinates betrayed me because of this. Oh, what a bunch of ingrates…”

 

“Over a thousand years ago? You…!”

 

The astute Hilda immediately caught onto this sensitive term. She knew it would be difficult for her to survive today, and all she could do was gather as much information as possible and try to notify Her Majesty the Feathered Emperor and the High Priestess to prepare.

 

Unfortunately, the woman didn’t give her that chance.

 

“No need to think about those crooked ideas. Although I can’t manifest a divine realm right now, just the divine consciousness I emit is enough to destroy your immature little magic. Besides, your High Priestess, she’s already had a face-to-face meeting with me~”