Phield's eyes widened as he stared at the shocking scene before him.
"Hehehe…"
Strange goddess marks blossomed across the bodies of the female slaves, glowing ominously as they laughed in an unsettling manner.
The scene was so bizarre that Phield almost wished he could put a censor over his own vision.
As the unspoken ritual continued, the retainers gradually became weaker. Their faces grew pale, their bodies lost their strength, and they were barely conscious.
Meanwhile, the female slaves rapidly regained their vitality.
"Those are Goddess Marks!"
Relycca whispered in shock.
"Divine Chosen are controlling them. Oh gods, Goddess of Holy Light, please show us your mercy and save us!"
"Stop praying and help everyone!"
Phield cursed and immediately moved.
His slender sword shot forward like a striking serpent, piercing straight through one of the female slaves.
A flash of cold steel.
Blood sprayed through the air.
