Gaven’s body leaned slightly forward, and an overwhelming surge of Divine Power flowed, like chains, firmly binding the Joy Priestess Cranna, who danced like a butterfly, never pausing, holding her place as he gazed down at her solemnly and said, "If you continue to be obstinate.
You will inevitably become a squandered sacrifice, a trophy of the Goddess of Torment and Pain, living in endless suffering."
The eyes of this young demigod seemed to turn into a vortex, directly drawing in the soul of the Joy Priestess Cranna.
It’s like the dream of Nanke Village.
In that incredibly realistic dream, the Goddess of Wealth did not return. Under her leadership, the Joy Church squandered the wealth accumulated by the Woken Church over countless years for over a decade.
Throughout Felen Continent, they held grand banquets one after another, using song and dance to gloss over the peace, bringing joy and happiness to countless regions.
But after they left, disaster and pain often descended upon those places.
Either being besieged by monsters and falling—because they used the military funds meant for repairing city walls and improving armaments for their enjoyment of festivities.
Or plunged into plague and disaster—the emergency relief funds they squandered away.
Or resources fell into depletion—the funds for repairing roads were used to beautify parks.
The Lady of Torment and Pain, Lawina, stalked like a shadow, closely following, relentless in pursuit.
And she was completely unaware until Lawina gained enough power to extend her hands around her, the whip of torment lashing heavily upon her...
"No..." The Joy Priestess screamed, trembling uncontrollably, sweat pouring like rain, like a frightened little bird, eliciting pity, devoid of her former charming appearance.
"Is this what you want to see?" Gaven, however, showed no tenderness, still pressing aggressively.
Pitiful people must have something despicable.
Such is this person; it was she and her goddess who led to their own destruction and death.
What Gaven just showed her was the future he knew.
This was the advantage of him choosing not to keep the secret of the Reincarnator; he could fully use it as Prophetic Magic, with the dream effect adding a better touch.
In the previous life, this Joy Priestess was assassinated by a follower of the Lady of Torment and Pain, becoming the fuse.
The war between the two goddesses erupted fully for revenge; the Joy Goddess instructed her followers to reorganize, specially establishing an assassination sect named [Scarlet Performer].
They toured around Felen Continent, using exquisite and lethal dance as a cover, employing hidden-blade dance shoes and dance silk ropes as weapons, silently taking the lives of followers of the Painful Girl.
Of course, the future illusion that Gaven showed the Joy Priestess was embellished, forcibly linking the disasters caused by extravagant actions.
Although it made sense, who could say for sure?
The Joy and Happiness Divine Positions possessed by the Joy Goddess are naturally hostile to the Torment and Pain Divine Positions of the Painful Girl, antagonistic from the moment they were born, regardless of the presence of Lady Wealth.
"What was that just now? Prophetic Illusion? Or Divine Arts?" The Joy Priestess repeatedly asked, not daring to look directly at Gaven.
Neither ordinary illusions nor dreams could have frightened her this much.
After all, she is the Chosen of the Lady of Joy, the Joy Priestess, equal in standing with the Holy Coin Archbishop.
But in Gaven’s prophetic illusion dream, she felt it was incredibly real, not because the scenarios seemed real and confused her,
but because of that intangible feeling from the void, especially the pain and torment when backstabbed by the Painful Girl, seemed to directly affect her soul.
"This is the future you must face without the regular return of the Goddess of Wealth," Gaven truthfully responded.
The effect of this prophetic illusion dream was also somewhat unexpected for him, especially since it was his first time using it.
Upon careful thinking, it seemed to make perfect sense.
His prophecy was not a mere guess but the true future.
It was the future that would occur without his intervention.
If the other party were just an ordinary person, they’d likely be merely startled by the content of the prophetic illusion dream.
But since the other party is powerful enough, her Perception Power strong enough, even able to perceive her own future fate under the right circumstances.
The prophetic illusion dream created these suitable conditions.
Thus, directly scaring a top-level sacrificer into paralysis.
"You two True Gods join hands to bully my Chosen, is that what you call honorable?"
The Joy Priestess, who had curled into a ball, sprang up from the ground with unparalleled elegance with seemingly little effort.
Her appearance did not change, but the aura around her had undergone a dramatic shift, filled with a joy that was indescribable.
Everyone involuntarily recalled the happiest moment of their lives, that feeling of happiness flooded back, as if it had just occurred, unconsciously curling their lips into a heartfelt, happy smile.
The Joy Goddess descended, in the form of Divine Soul, directly upon her Joy Priestess.
"We are just engaging in normal theological debate, stating a fact, where is the dishonor in that?" Gaven retorted unwaveringly.