The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

Death Herald Crows swooped down from the canopy of the sky, their wings entwined with bundle after bundle of women's hair, entangling any ordinary saint who ventured too close, leaving them unable to struggle free, only to be devoured by the swarm, eventually drained of all their blood and left as nothing but a mummified corpse.

It would have been bad enough with just one, but the tower was besieged by a dense, whirling mass of crows, their onslaught seeming as if it could bring the entire sky crashing down.

This was Merlin's second strategic concept:

Swarm the monsters!

And not just any monsters but flying ones, utterly vile creatures swarming chaotically, those completely covered in filth!

[Extermination Count: Third Tier Life (12)...]

[Third Tier Life (13)]

Yet An Su remained calm, wielding a Holy Sword formed by the fusion of two saintesses, he charged wildly through the crow swarm, the Holy Blood on the blade igniting flameless fires, a mere touch was all it took to cleave the Death Herald Crows in two, their bodies crumbled and burned in the holy blood, one after another the birds tumbled, heaps of ashes fell like a pale grey drizzle, as though the tower were engulfed in a dreary ash storm.

With each monster slain, the Redemption Holy Sword would let out a meow, and the onlooking citizens all pondered thoughtfully, nodding to themselves, believing they had truly learned something new today.

So the Holy Swords of the Radiant Holy See actually make such noises.

The more enemies the Dawn Redemption Long Blade slew, the brighter and more sacred the glow upon its blade became, illuminating the gloom of night as if it were daylight. An Su, with the Holy Sword in hand and his grey hair billowing in the wind, appeared as if he had grasped the dawn of this world.

This majestic and holy silhouette moved many of the old Holy Light Believers to tears; they saw, as if in a dream, the soul of the legendary Dawn Saintess standing behind the young man...

Even though thirty thousand years had passed and the Dawn had returned to the heavens, surely Maria, Her Majesty, was watching over and blessing this boy from the far-off Heaven.

My sword carries thirty thousand years' worth of Soul Rings, you Old Thief Merlin, what do you have to compete with me?

Wheeling his weaponized wheelchair, An Su laid waste on all sides, reveling in the thrill of leveling up, the smile on his lips growing ever brighter and more cheerful.

Looking at Merlin, though, he was silent.

He decided to discreetly ramp up the difficulty; after all, he had been paid for this.

The third challenge of the room was to rack up the highest score by slaying the most enemies. With the epic weapon, the Redemption Holy Sword, and the aid of Luo Xiaohei, he dispatched the Death Herald Crow swarms in disarray, swiftly butchering a total of twenty.

The Death Herald Crows were temporarily scattered, emitting mournful cries of anguish as they rose and dispersed in all directions.

"Meow, meow——"

Luo Xiaohei staggered unsteadily onto the ground, stumbling and tottering a few steps, trying to maintain the dignity of a saintess. However, in the whirl of dizziness, she stumbled yet again and plopped down on her backside.

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Just like the Dawn Saintess had become a genuine penniless saintess, the Chaotic Saintess Elf also felt she had turned into a real dizzy saintess, having never felt so light-headed in her life.

No more!

Luo Xiaohei flung aside the Holy Sword, sat down with her paws crossed, and her eyes brimmed pitifully with glistening tears, transforming from an Artifact Spirit into a Crying Spirit.

Seeing that An Su's Artifact Spirit was on strike, the Death Herald Crows, which had been dispersed, caught the glimpse of malice in their eyes; the boy was slaughtering so fiercely, relying not only on the Dawn's radiance of the Holy Sword but also greatly on the contributions of this wild cat,

The Death Herald Crows, quick in both speed and response, wouldn't have been led to their deaths so precisely by the Sword Cat if it weren't for An Su's current physical reflexes, which were simply not swift enough to touch even a single feather. They regrouped in the sky once more, this time a gathering of forty or fifty, twisted human hairs weaving through the sky like a net, crushing down towards An Su with numbers on their side, determined to overpower him.

The wheelchair's power waned... Holding the Dawn Redemption Long Blade, An Su sighed lightly, without Luo Xiaohei's assistance and with the speed his body could muster, there indeed was nothing he could do about these wildly flying crows in this vast space.

An Su's body had reached its limits.

[The third onslaught is coming! Corpse Worms]

[The fourth onslaught is coming! Stitched Faces]

[Time remaining: two hours]

At this critical moment, the warning from the artificial star flashed before his eyes, catching everyone off guard—not even the Archbishops had anticipated that before the second assault had ended, the third and fourth would overwhelm them, arriving simultaneously without warning, with no preamble.

Merlin's smile grew even more delighted, for the rules of the exam hadn't stated that attacks couldn't be launched simultaneously.

Corpse Worms were Third Tier creatures formed from stitched-together segments of corpse; they burrowed up from the ground, spewing pools of dark green toxic mire, accumulating toxins on enemies;

Stitched Faces were monstrous visages formed from several faces sewn together that crawled along with their hair strands, and any who gazed into their desecrated countenance were subjected to spiritual corruption; once the corruption reached its peak, even the saints would drop dead.

Bishop Morgan stared silently at Merlin, who was smirking maliciously, astonished at how he managed to recreate so many grotesque creatures, even more disturbing than the Stitched Lives from real history.

As the creator of the Radiance Room's challenges, Merlin had fashioned these creatures himself, but where did he get the inspiration?