Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level?-Chapter 134[Vol. 5] - The Power Called Faith

[Vol. 5] Chapter 134: The Power Called Faith

“Boom!!!”

As if enraged by the suppression, a scorching, blood-red lightning bolt suddenly descended from the blood-colored sky, heading straight for the black-haired girl in the cave within the St. Bergen Mountain range!

It was a massive bolt, nearly a hundred meters thick, powerful enough to cleave the heavens and earth in two. In its wake, it left behind vast, pitch-black spatial rifts, as though the entire mountain would be reduced to dust under this terrifying blow, reminiscent of a god’s wrath.

This scene was clearly observed by the priestess’s spiritual projection, which she had left outside the cave just in case.

In fact, such a strong aura and attack couldn’t go unnoticed, even if it wasn’t witnessed directly. Violet and the dragon girl had immediately sensed it. Without needing Violet’s instructions, the golden-haired girl’s figure vanished from the cave in an instant.

In the next moment, the roar of a dragon, as loud and earth-shaking as the thunderbolt itself, echoed through the skies. A magnificent platinum dragon soared into the heavens from the peak of the St. Bergen Mountain!

“Roar!!!!!!!”

She let out a mighty roar, and under the radiance of the naturally forming brilliant magic array, her dragon breath turned into a dazzling, radiant beam, far surpassing her slender body, rivaling the size of the mountains themselves. Without any hesitation or flair, the brilliant light collided head-on with the blood-red lightning!

In the forward camp of the expeditionary army, Saintess Yuna had just used a special method to contact the rear camp’s ?Reaper’s Scythe?. Through them, she confirmed that the army was indeed safe and sound, just as a certain fox lady had said. Feeling somewhat relieved, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by some of the information in the report.

“Two mysterious girls with four snow-white wings and a holy dragon? Miss Dawn’s companions are truly… extraordinary. None of them are simple, it seems. Speaking of which, I recall Clatius’s report mentioning something similar at the time…”

At that moment, atop the St. Bergen mountain peaks, the sight of a white dragon soaring into the sky, clashing head-on with the blood-red lightning, accompanied by a majestic and sacred roar, caught the attention of everyone in the forward camp… and all the surviving witnesses across the vast St. Bergen Mountain. Their reactions were filled with astonishment.

“Your Highness! Look!”

Yuna looked up, feeling the mythic power contained within the dragon’s figure.

“An angel, a white dragon, a white fox… miraculous beings, yet they have all descended upon the Holy Empire at this moment of life and death…”

Engraving miraculous scene from afar, which seemed to exist only in legends, deep into her heart, the Saintess murmured softly, and finally… all her thoughts converged into one devout prayer.

“Praise the Goddess.”

?Praise the Goddess…?

?You are the embodiment of dawn and hope…?

?Please grant us salvation…?

?Praise Your mercy!?

?Let the Holy Light be upon me…?

?O Supreme Goddess, save us…?

?Praise be to You…?

?Thank You for Your salvation…?

The priestess, who was currently using holy flames to counteract the blood-red magic array and locked in a stalemate with the other party, she suddenly heard something unexpected.

Countless voices, filled with devout praise.

She slightly parted her lips in surprise, but said nothing.

This was the second time Violet had encountered such a situation since her arrival.

She vividly recalled the first time, it was after she had destroyed the Abyssal Demon that was birthing the twisted divine creation of the Goddess of Earth, saving the crumbling defense lines of the lawless zone’s allied forces, along with tens of thousands of civilians fleeing to the northern inland.

Back then, she had also heard indistinct voices piling up together, and felt the same warm sensation, like a current of warmth that didn’t belong to any form of energy she recognized.

But at that time, Violet hadn’t yet heard of the so-called ?Power of Faith?, nor did she have a deep understanding of it, or the various powers derived from divinity. Naturally, everything felt vague and unclear to her.

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Now, however, things were different.

She could guess what this was, and she understood quite clearly where this faith came from. In a way, even though it had come earlier than expected, it was more or less within her expectations.

Even if she might have taken something that was meant for someone else, the priestess didn’t feel embarrassed or guilty.

No matter who those believers thought they were praying to, the reality was that the one fighting against disaster and death, the one who was personally helping them, was Violet and her followers, not the Goddess of Light, whose whereabouts remained unknown.

Violet saw no problem in taking credit where it was due. After all, the one doing the work should be the one to receive the benefits.

She just didn’t expect the faith to come so soon. By all rights, the situation was quite different from the Abyssal Demon event. If there was to be any faith, it should have come after the problem was resolved…

Is it because the faith of the Holy Empire’s people is more widespread and devout? Or could it be… related to the ?Blood of the Inverted Cross?…

Additionally, she felt a very “deep” kind of “faith” among all the faith she’s receiving right now. Does this mean that quality is more important than quantity in the ?Power of Faith??

Setting aside questions that shouldn’t be dwelled on at this moment, Violet calmed her mind and took hold of the power gathering in her hands.

Though to Violet, it still seemed like a fleeting spark, small and insignificant, only enough to make her feel “pretty good” without any real impact. However, if she channeled this force of causality, which couldn’t even be classified as energy, into her abilities the way she controlled her SP…

As she thought of this, she had already put it into action.

And thus, the golden Holy Flames suddenly changed.

It wasn’t that their intensity increased several times over, but rather… it was as if they gained a certain spirit, evolving from mere flames into something much more special.

Even though Violet hadn’t raised her output or employed any amplification magic, the golden-red flames now displayed a remarkable power far exceeding what they had before.

The golden flames began to gradually seep into the blood-red light they had been clashing with, slowly breaking it down and dissolving it, no longer merely crashing against it with brute force.

Violet immediately recognized this as ?Purification?, one of the common traits of Holy Light magic, or more accurately, the basic ability of the Light element to cleanse impurities and dispel evil.

The ?Roar of the Holy Flame?, being a proper 8th-tier Holy Light spell, naturally had such a characteristic, but in the end, it was more of an add-on, like an elemental enchantment on a weapon. The main power was still concentrated in its raw destructive force.

However, with the infusion of that gathered faith, the properties of ?Light? were greatly amplified or perhaps even evolved to a higher level.

If… if I were to use an imperfect analogy to explain…

It’s like a being who originally had only the power of a demigod suddenly receiving the blessing of ?divinity? in a short period of time. While their level might not change drastically, their abilities would leap from “mortal power” to the realm of “divine power,” and naturally, the outcomes of their attacks would become completely different.

And so, under the scorching flames that had ascended to ?Divine Fire?, the eerie blood-red light began to retreat.

The blood-red markings on the ground seemed unwilling to concede, still emitting increasingly intense energy in an attempt to overwhelm its opponent through sheer volume. Meanwhile, the thunderous roars in the sky became more frequent.

But no matter how fiercely it resisted, no matter how thick the blood-red light grew, the lightning could not break through the white dragon’s barrier to reach this place, and the blood-red veil could only be repeatedly pushed back in the face of the golden divine flames’ purification.

In fact, each time a part of the blood was purified by the divine fire born from the ?Roar of the Holy Flame?, it seemed to receive some sort of feedback, causing its momentum to surge again. Even without Violet, its controller, actively directing it, the fire continued to expand its assault, gradually devouring and closing in on the blood-red markings below.

Is this… the power that comes from faith…?

Even Violet, who wielded this power, couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and disbelief.

No wonder it’s… a power that even gods desire.

From the roaring flames of the Holy Fire, the priestess could even faintly sense a touch of divinity. Perhaps this was the root cause of the change in its power.

If the mere infusion of this small amount of faith could temporarily achieve such results, then… what about the faith of an entire nation, an entire world, or even more?

Could it… create a new god?