Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 563: Manufactured Faith — Aren’t You Coming Out Yet?

The city's sky wasn't vast, yet it was just enough for everyone to clearly see that figure in the center who seemed to slice through the sky like a sharp sword, charging toward the Hell Envoy.

The radiance was so dazzlingly brilliant, as if everything between heaven and earth were merely supporting roles.

And those New Saints who had previously acted as saviors in the city were now willingly taking supporting roles, handing over the world to this Saint Lord they all believed in.

The sky was enormous—it wouldn't feel crowded even with thousands or tens of thousands of people standing in it—yet they seemed to be making way, slightly stepping aside as Lu Ce passed by them.

Viewed from high above, the city center appeared to have a void carpet running through it, with these powerful New Saints acting as his guards.

Or rather, as "His" guards!

As Pride passed by each person, they would release all their energy, causing colorful light pillars to shoot skyward, as if saluting the one walking past.

It held no practical meaning—just some inexplicable ritual.

But rituals are manifestations of faith.

The New Saints' goal was simple: they wanted this world, these people who had long forgotten history and were manipulated like chess pieces, to see this Saint Lord.If following the Saint Lord could bring a glimmer of hope, then they hoped this hope could be passed on to more people.

Passed on to this world.

They were even using their own energy to transmit cries of "Saint Lord" throughout the entire city!

At the very least, let those who had lived in ignorance and uncertainty for so many years see a little light.

Additionally, the entity that once destroyed the world was powerful beyond comprehension, impossible to grasp.

Therefore, this "Saint Lord" who could now bring hope and had the ability to create that slim chance of survival must naturally possess even more sublime authority and sit upon a higher throne.

They elevated Pride as Saint Lord to such heights both out of their hopes and their selfish desires.

After all, they didn't actually know what the Saint Lord should be like.

But Pride completely resonated with such selfish desires—without needing words, he very naturally accepted it all.

I am faith of this level—in Pride's eyes, no matter how high his position, it was only natural, never high enough!

Thus, this appearance in Gen City became completely like a fashion show.

The citizens below, whether running around as if fleeing disaster or hiding in tall buildings, all looked up at Pride in the sky, at the Saint Lord in the sky.

In their eyes, besides curiosity, there was also fervor for what might be their last lifeline.

Many began praying, some even appearing to worship from the outside, directing their gestures toward that figure in the air.

Worth mentioning was that they didn't seem to have unified beliefs—some clasped their hands, some knelt in worship, some made various strange postures.

In the same cramped urban gathering place, having so many different beliefs was almost impossible—heaven knows what kind of transformation this world had undergone.

Now, these citizens with modified memories, who had lost much of their human autonomy and differed slightly from normal humans with free will, quickly accepted that "savior" identity.

Pride had merely made an appearance in this city, and already he had artificial faith!

And even with Pride's nature, he found it difficult to mock them as pitiful worms who couldn't control their own destinies.

Because that was the reality!

They had long been pitiful worms unable to control their destinies—the last few who still wanted to grasp their fates had just been awakened by Jiang Yuan.

Meanwhile, Perfect Life was truly so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, watching the exaggerated scene in the sky as if dreaming.

"No way... is it necessary to be this exaggerated?"

"Where did you scam this batch of people from, and what identity did you give yourself!"

The sense of absurdity in his heart kept amplifying, even though he was already very familiar with "Sin," every time he entered the game, he got shocked all over again.

And now he could also see that these [Saints] probably had problems too?

Six in the sky, plus that guy over there fighting a Hell Envoy with blue light emanating from him.

That made seven!

There were only ten players total in the Saint faction, and he himself was one of them—how could these be real Saints!?

And he didn't recognize any of these people!

Similarly, because Gen City currently had the most intense battles, most players had gathered here.

They were just like Perfect Life thought—wanting to act according to circumstances—so they remained hidden among the crowds without moving.

This included people from both the Demon faction and the Saint faction.

Yet players from both factions felt there was something wrong with the game.

The Demon faction wondered, why did our opponents suddenly multiply so much?!

While the Saint faction didn't understand why they seemed able to win effortlessly, yet were completely excluded from the game.

Wordcaster-Bai had also arrived in this city through the Teleportation Point, his face bruised and swollen, finally understanding why that lunatic had fought him earlier.

He was truly disgusted—everything was fine, so why had this guy become the Saint Lord!?

Who could have known that.

This game is really unfair...

Perfect Life didn't have time to think too much, and since he wanted to communicate with "Sin," he immediately transformed into a stream of light, chasing after "Sin's" direction in the sky.

He came to help.

However, he was stopped mid-air.

"Don't block me, I'm a Saint!"

"There are many Saints with ulterior motives who want to change their identities!" The New Saint was extremely devout. "Do you swear to faithfully serve the Saint Lord unto death?"

Perfect Life: ......

Do I have to sacrifice myself just to help him with his game?

......

Ignoring whatever nonsense Perfect Life was dealing with over there, Pride now approached the Hell Envoy with an invincible aura.

Due to the massive death energy enhancement, this creature was considerably stronger than the first one!

Yet, while being restrained by Jiang Yuan, His eyes were filled with terror.

In the sky, reflected in His enormous eyes, a massive golden axe shadow hundreds of meters long materialized out of nowhere, descending upon Him!

Rather than cutting, it was more like smashing!

His body was pressed toward the ground by the tremendous energy, the shockwaves instantly leveling surrounding buildings like a giant stomping on the city.

This commotion could probably be heard not just in Gen City, but across all eight cities.

Meanwhile, Pride handled it with effortless grace, holding the Extreme Path Battle Axe as he leaped from the Black Knight into the air.

Shouting toward the sky:

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

"Death... is this all you've got!"