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Her sisterly gentleness was reserved solely for her Little Fairy, but in the face of enemies, she was an irredeemable sadist, especially when caught in the heat of battle, unable to restrain herself. Her heavy hammer swung in relentless succession, leaving hardly any foe in one piece.

Senior Mia just lamented that the Low-ranking Angel she had just fought wasn't sturdy enough; how come it shattered into pieces with a single hammer blow? She had such a hard time collecting them.

Dorothy: "....."

Seeing the results of her close sisters' efforts, the Homebody Witch was momentarily at a loss for words.

Good grief, she could see now that each of her dear sisters truly possessed their Unique Techniques.

Still, she nodded and carefully gathered the corpses of the Low-ranking Angels and even the Nazi Angel Scrap given by Senior Mia.

These were important research materials for her upcoming work.

Although Dorothy could no longer see the Power of Faith, she didn't need to look to guess that a significant amount of it was converging upon her; naturally, she had no reason to ignore such a potent latent force.

She needed to master the methods to manipulate and use the Power of Faith, and when it came to experts in this area, the Angels were at the forefront.

Of course, the Angels would never teach their enemy how to use the Power of Faith, and now that her former teacher in faith, Sophia, had become an enemy, the Homebody Witch had no choice but to attempt self-study.

The Angels surely wouldn't verbally teach her, but their bodies were honest enough.

You see, for a Necromancer, corpses can speak.

Otherwise, do you think the evolutionary spectrum recorded in the real Witch World, filled with various Races' Evolution Templates, came about because the otherworldly races sensed the Witches' strength and voluntarily revealed all their racial secrets?

That's certainly not possible.

In fact, the majority of the Evolution Templates' data were conclusions drawn by the Necromancer Witches after researching the corpses of various Exotics.

No one understands corpses and dissections better than Necromancers.

In reality, Dorothy knew a thing or two about Necromancy; and in this Witch's Night, the real her naturally didn't know Necromancy, but this is the City of Sin, where finding a few Necromancers isn't at all difficult.

In the past five months, she had managed to locate several Necromancers hiding in the city, and after some cordial and friendly exchanges, these Necromancers decided to generously pass on all their skills to her.

With the help of these "enthusiastic teachers," the Homebody Witch's proficiency in Necromancy recovered quickly. Now, without claiming to be High Level, she felt she could start attempting to write her own "evolutionary spectrum."

The Evolution Template for the Angels; this was the Homebody Witch's first research topic.

After all, as long as she successfully obtained the Angels' Evolution Template, combined with the evolutionary capabilities of the Blood of the Hero, wouldn't manipulating and utilizing the methods of the Power of Faith be a breeze if she could evolve some Angel Talents and specialties?

Moreover, Denisha's Evolution Template had not yet been resolved. It seems like the God King ought to be of the Angel Template, else something feels oddly amiss.

So, Dorothy joyfully accepted these "experimental materials," even feeling somewhat impatient to return and begin experimenting. However, more pressing than research was another important task at hand.

The Homebody Witch turned and looked at her comrades cheering for the Church of Machinery, extending her hand and pressing it down slightly. At that moment, the once noisy battlefield instantly became as silent as if the pause button had been hit, devoid of any sound.

It was evident just how much esteem Dorothy and the Church of Machinery held in the hearts of these comrades.

And the Homebody Witch obviously wasn't the kind of leader who enjoyed pointless chatter. Once everyone quieted down, she finally spoke.

"Comrades, while the joy of victory is significant, the great sacrifices made should not be forgotten. Though we have won this battle, we have also lost too many brothers and sisters. They were the key to this war, they are the heroes we should be singing praises to and extolling. The Church of Machinery does not need long live cheers, but heroes do need to be immortalized, they should not simply fade away into obscurity..."

The homebody witch lowered her head in silence, her gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield, looking at the bloodshed and sorrow that lay everywhere. Dorothy's eyes were downcast, unable to hide the grief within them.

And hearing such words, the workers, who had been lost in the joy of defeating the Church, also bowed their heads one after another. They looked at the forever fallen figures of their comrades, feeling a mix of emotions.

At this moment, sadness was spreading.

They had all been colleagues in the factory, and though five months of interaction may seem brief, it had been enough for strangers to become acquaintances and even friends.

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

Seeing those once vibrant lives now turned into cold corpses, how could one not feel sadness?

But their sacrifice was not in vain, for they had just won this battle.

Indeed, just as Sister Dorothy had just stated, the main credit for this battle should go to those who have fallen into eternal sleep. Each and every one of them was outstanding, true heroes, indeed deserving to be remembered and not forgotten.

But how should we make sure that the heroes are immortalized?

The workers naturally did not know the answer to this question, but they knew that someone else did, so they all turned their eyes to the two nuns of the Church of Machinery, especially towards Sister Dorothy, who was giving the speech.

Everyone was waiting for her words.

Everyone also trusted her wholeheartedly.

"You comrades might have heard about the Church's claim that devout believers could ascend to heaven after death and live in bliss there forever."

However, the following words from Miss Nun made the workers frown. They had indeed all heard this claim, after all, it was one of the core selling points of the Church of Glory. Life was already miserable enough; who wouldn't want their soul to find peace after death?

Thus, facing such a promise that simply believing in God would grant one bliss after death, and even blessings in the next life, many uneducated, naive civilians fell for it easily and subsequently got swayed by the Church's missionaries into becoming believers.

But as the long-oppressed targets of the Church, who had become thoroughly disillusioned with the Church of Glory, the workers did not really believe in the Church's propaganda. In their hearts, they vaguely questioned the authenticity of so-called heaven.

Now, the Church of Machinery suddenly brought this up, which was not also trying to concoct some heaven-like theory, was it? This made the workers somewhat wary.

It's not that they didn't believe in the Church of Machinery anymore; it was just that once bitten, twice shy.

Fortunately, Sister Dorothy's next words allowed their suspended hearts to drop back down.

"Regrettably, comrades, the so-called heaven does not exist. It is merely a delightful scam spread by the Church. Naturally, we of the Church of Machinery do not have a heaven, nor should we believe in any so-called heaven that is accessible through offerings of faith."

"Some people are still alive, yet they are already dead, and some are dead but live on forever in our hearts."

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

"No, not just in ours, even our descendants should not forget the deeds of these predecessors. We should establish a monument for the heroes to forever commemorate them."

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...During the homebody witch's speech...