Chapter 470: A Monument for Heroes to be Remembered

"We won, we actually won?"

"Am I dreaming? We actually drove back the Church's grand army?"

"No, this isn't a dream. Dreams don't hurt. Father, Mother, I've finally avenged you."

"Hahaha, the Church's dogs are nothing special. Praise the Mechanical Force, long live the Mechanical Sect!"

"Right, right, praise the Mechanical Force! The Mechanical Sect—no, the Mechanical Divine Sect—long live!"

"Long live the Mechanical Divine Sect!"

Although they were still on the cruel battlefield littered with corpses, although more than half of the resistance army had been lost, although the survivors were all covered in wounds, and although many were hanging on by a single breath with countless others maimed and disabled...

None of this hindered the celebrations and cheers of the resistance fighters. Let the suffering and grief go to hell for now; at this very moment, all that mattered was to cheer and celebrate.

For a time, the cheers of these new workers echoed through the clouds, and the complex emotions contained within those cathartic shouts were something only they could understand.

If an angel capable of seeing faith were here, they would surely be terrified by the massive, tsunami-like wave of faith surging forth.

The synchronized shouting of tens of thousands was soul-stirring, but even more shocking was that with every slogan of "Praise the Mechanical Force, long live the Mechanical Divine Sect," a terrifying surge of faith would rush forward like a giant wave.

The scale of this faith was so immense that even the harvest from a single day of the grand festival held for millions of believers in the Holy City would barely compare.

Tens of thousands of people producing faith comparable to tens of millions—this only goes to show how terrifyingly powerful zealots truly are. It is no wonder that almost all angels and gods of faith cherish their respective zealots so dearly.

It is a pity that such a massive amount of faith was currently unguided, simply and crudely converging upon the two representatives of the Mechanical Sect.

At this moment, Dorothy appeared unremarkable on the surface, but if someone could see faith, they would find her enveloped by a sun of immense faith. At the center of that sun, a hammer suppressed everything like a needle calming the sea, with a small crescent moon overlapping the hammer.

The hammer naturally represented the *Genesis* scripture of the Fate-Determined Sect, while the crescent moon represented the Moon God avatar, as Dorothy was indeed using that identity at the moment.

On the other side, Dinesha was in a similar situation, though her sun of faith was a size smaller than Dorothy's, as Dorothy was the true Pope of the Mechanical Sect, while the shepherdess was merely the Vice Pope.

Likewise, at the center of Dinesha's sun of faith was a hammer suppressing it, ensuring that the faith gathered around was obediently constrained within the sun, unable to leak out in the slightest.

This demonstrates the true value of the *Genesis* scripture; not only does it allow one to be immune to the possibility of being inversely influenced or eroded by faith, but it also suppresses faith, ensuring that gathered faith never dissipates. It is a true artifact for faith-based players.

It is a pity that Dorothy, having lost her original magical memories, did not remember how to play the faith-based style. Therefore, this artifact could only remain dusty for the time being.

But that was not a big problem, because...

"How about it, sisters? What is your harvest?"

Dorothy had just finished collecting the souls of the fallen comrades when she saw the other witch sisters walking toward her, and the homebody witch asked quickly.

"The harvest is good, Big Sister. This is what you wanted. I tried my best to hold back; it should still be complete. See if it's still usable."

Madeline was the first to answer. The battle-damaged style Demon Warrior Giant God Soldier she piloted reached out, revealing the corpse of a low-rank angel.

"Hehe, I'm a bit better than Big Sister. I brought one back alive, though only the body is still alive; I didn't hold back enough and just took out its spirit and soul."

Audrey was quite proud of herself now. The tails of the Nine-Tailed Giant God Soldier she piloted reached forward, and those long, python-like tails tightly bound a low-rank angel that still retained a breath of life.

"Big Sister, um, is it okay if I only have the soul?"

Little witch Alice felt a bit ashamed when facing her sister's inquiry. She had been too ruthless earlier and couldn't hold back, sucking the opponent dry. Fortunately, she hit the emergency brakes at the last moment, managing to preserve a relatively complete angel soul.

And the last one, Senior Mia, felt even more ashamed upon hearing Alice's words, because all she could pull out was a pile of minced meat.

"Um, sorry, Little Fairy. Only this much is left, and it's all over the ground. It wasn't easy to collect."

This wealthy senior didn't dare look at her beloved's face. Her golden heavy-hammer heavy-armor Giant God Soldier displayed its two super-sized war hammers somewhat embarrassedly. One could vaguely see some flesh paste on the surface of the giant hammers, along with a humanoid outline made of flesh and blood—the final mark left on this world by her enemy.

Her gentle, big-sister-like nature was only shown to her little fairy; when facing enemies, she was a hopeless sadist. Especially after getting into the rhythm of battle, she found it hard to restrain herself. Those heavy war hammers swung down in succession, and almost no enemy could remain intact. Senior Mia only hated that the low-rank angel she fought wasn't sturdy enough; how could it scatter all over the ground after just one hammer blow? It was really hard work to collect.

Dorothy: "..."

Looking at the results of her good sisters, the homebody witch was speechless for a moment.

Good heavens, she could see it now; her good sisters were truly each possessed of unique skills.

However, she still nodded and put away the corpses of the low-rank angels, and even the minced angel bits from Senior Mia.

These were important research materials for her next steps.

Although Dorothy couldn't see the faith power now, she could guess without looking that the faith power gathered on her must be significant. Naturally, she had no reason to ignore such a powerful potential force.

She needed to master the methods of manipulating and using faith power, and when it came to experts in this area, the angels were the first to come to mind.

Of course, it was impossible for the angels to teach their enemy how to use faith power, and Dorothy's original faith teacher, Sophie, had become an enemy, forcing the homebody witch to attempt self-study.

Angels certainly wouldn't teach her with their mouths, but their bodies were honest.

You must know, for a Necromancer, corpses can speak.

Otherwise, how do you think the vast number of evolution templates for various races recorded in the *Evolution Atlas* in the real Witch World came to be? It couldn't possibly be that the alien races sensed the power of the witches and voluntarily confessed all their racial secrets, right?

That was obviously impossible.

In fact, the vast majority of evolution templates were summarized by Necromancer witches after studying the corpses of various alien species.

No one understands corpses and anatomy better than Necromancers.

Dorothy in the real world also knew a thing or two about necromancy, and here in the Witch Night, the original Dorothy naturally didn't know necromancy. But this was the City of Sin; finding a few Necromancers in the City of Sin was simple.

In the past five months, she had successfully found a few Necromancers hiding in the city, and after a cordial and friendly exchange, these Necromancers generously decided to pass on all their skills to her.

With the help of these "enthusiastic teachers," the homebody witch's necromancy skills recovered quickly. She didn't know how advanced she was, but she felt she could start trying to compile her own *Evolution Atlas*.

The Angel Evolution Atlas was the first topic the homebody witch chose to study.

After all, as long as she could successfully get the Angel Evolution Atlas, combined with the evolution ability of the Hero's Blood, wouldn't it be easy to evolve a few angel talent specializations and master the manipulation and use of faith power?

Moreover, Dinesha's evolution template was still missing. It really felt strange for the God King to not have an angel template.

In short, Dorothy happily accepted those "experimental materials." She was even a bit impatient to go back and conduct experiments. However, compared to research, there was a more important matter to attend to right now.

The homebody witch turned her head to look at the comrades cheering for the Mechanical Sect all around, and she reached out her hand and pressed it slightly. Instantly, the noisy battlefield seemed to be hit with a pause button, and it became deathly silent, with not a sound to be heard.

This showed just how high the prestige of Dorothy and the Mechanical Sect was in the hearts of these comrades.

And the homebody witch was clearly not the type of leader who liked to talk nonsense. Seeing that everyone had quieted down, she finally spoke.

"Comrades, the joy of victory is important, but the great sacrifices should not be forgotten. Although we won this battle, we lost too many brothers and sisters. They are the key to this war, the heroes we should praise and celebrate. The Mechanical Sect does not need to live for ten thousand years, but heroes need to be immortal; they should not just perish in obscurity like this..."

The homebody witch lowered her head silently. Her gaze swept across the entire battlefield, looking at the blood and sorrow everywhere. Dorothy's eyes were downcast, her gaze filled with sorrow.

Hearing these words, the workers who had been immersed in the joy of defeating the Church also lowered their heads. They looked at the figures of their comrades who had fallen forever, and for a moment, they were overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

At this moment, sorrow was spreading.

Everyone had been coworkers in the factory before. Although the five months of getting along seemed short, it was enough for strangers to become acquaintances or even friends.

And now, they had lost half of their friends forever.

Looking at those once-vibrant lives now turned into cold corpses, how could one not feel sorrow?

However, their sacrifices were not in vain; they had just won this battle.

And indeed, just as Sister Dorothy had said, the first credit for this battle should go to those comrades who had fallen into eternal sleep. They were all good men, true heroes; they should indeed be remembered, not forgotten.

But how could heroes be made immortal?

The workers naturally didn't know the answer to this question, but they knew that if they didn't understand something, there were others who did. Thus, everyone cast their gaze toward the two nun sisters of the Mechanical Sect, especially toward Sister Dorothy, who was giving the speech.

Everyone was waiting for her words.

Everyone trusted her wholeheartedly.

"Comrades, you have likely heard the Church's claim that devout believers have a chance to ascend to Heaven after death and enjoy happiness there forever."

However, the next words of the nun sister made the workers frown. They had indeed heard such claims; it was one of the core selling points of the Radiant Church. Life was miserable enough; who wouldn't hope for peace for their soul after death?

Therefore, facing such an opportunity—where one only needed to believe in God to enjoy happiness after death or even have good fortune in the next life—many ignorant, uneducated commoners would easily be fooled and then tricked by the Church's missionaries into becoming believers.

But, as the targets of long-term oppression by the Church, the workers who had long since completely lost faith in the Radiant Church were not very convinced by the Church's propaganda. They were vaguely questioning the authenticity of this so-called Heaven.

And now, the Mechanical Sect suddenly brought this up. They wouldn't also be trying to create a theory similar to Heaven, would they? This made the workers feel vaguely vigilant.

It wasn't that they didn't trust the Mechanical Sect anymore, but once bitten, twice shy.

Fortunately, the next words of Sister Dorothy made their suspended hearts settle back down.

"Regrettably, comrades, so-called Heaven does not exist. It is merely a beautiful lie propagated by the Church. Naturally, the Mechanical Sect has no Heaven, and we should not believe in any Heaven that grants entry just by offering faith."

"Some people are still alive, but they are already dead; while some have died, but they live forever in our hearts."

"Comrades, in my view, as long as we can always remember these heroes, remember their great sacrifices and outstanding contributions, then they will live forever in our hearts."

"No, not just us; even our descendants should not forget the achievements of these predecessors. We should set up a monument for the heroes to forever cherish their memory."

... Homebody witch is giving a speech...

... Home Witch speech...