The fervent believer, holding a weapon from the church, immediately noticed the holy figure standing in pure white sanctity.

"It's High Priestess Erika!"

"High Priestess Erika! What are you doing here?"

"May the gods protect you, High Priestess. You have escaped the clutches of the slave owners! We are preparing for the final resistance. We are going to confront the largest slave family, the Filts, and fight to the death. What do you think, High Priestess?"

The fierce and fierce disciples all showed expressions of awe, but what they heard was, "There is no need for further killing. Leave this place! Return to your homes and live freely!"

"What? What is going on, High Priestess? Why would you say such things? The Archangels, the Seraphim, have warned us that slavery is not allowed by the gods! It is a symbol of darkness and corruption!"

"We must resist to the end! We must resist to the end!" The believers raised their weapons high.

"Yes, but, my friends, faith no longer matters." Erika bowed her head, closing her beautiful eyes sadly and said with pain, "Conflict will only cause more and more pointless sacrifices. Let others benefit while we lose everything, even if we rush towards the Slave Merchants Guild, destroyed their factories, demolished their houses, burned their plantations, and stained everything with blood, will slavery really be eradicated?"

As Erika spoke, she astonishingly publicly discarded the holy angel pendant hanging around her neck and dropped the holy cross in her hand, saying, "We are finished! Forever!"

Having said these words, Erika turned around and left the humble church, disappearing into the darkness.

If it were an ordinary person, saying such things among the fanatical believers would definitely result in being burned at the stake or killed by a chaotic knife.

However, the woman who spoke those words was their holy woman, the transmitter of their faith. Her words created a destructive impact on the soul, like a flash flood, violent but with a strong calming effect.

The believers present began to ponder the words of their holy woman, and the weapons in their hands clattered as they were thrown to the ground.

Erika returned to Alan's carriage, and Alan applauded, saying, "Truly worthy of a holy woman, your speaking skills are impressive."

"You evil demon, feel free to insult me! I will not yield!" Erika temporarily regained a small degree of autonomy over her body after carrying out Alan's command.

Erika turned her head, trying to appear resolute, to make this slave master know that even if he could possess her body, he could not conquer her heart.

But in Erika's mind, she was pondering another question, "Why, why did he manipulate my body to disperse them, instead of having me lead them into a trap and turn them all into his own profitable slave goods?"

"These poor sacrifices!" Alan lit a cigarette and looked at the crowd outside the window. "They are just as pitiable as other slaves, just one chain binding them physically, and another chain binding their hearts."

"I will not believe a single word you say!" Erika gritted her teeth and said, "Evil slave master, the wise light of the angel shines on me. Your current pride is only madness before your downfall."