Otaku Witch

"Did we win, did we really win?"

"Am I dreaming, did we really drive away the Church's huge army?"

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

"Hahaha, the Church's dogs are nothing more than this, praise the Power of Machinery, long live the Mechanical Church."

"Yes, yes, yes, praise the Power of Machinery, the Mechanical Church, no, long live the Church of Machinery."

"Long live the Church of Machinery."

....

Though they were still on a cruel battlefield littered with corpses, though the Rebel Army had lost more than half of its members, though the other half who had luckily survived were each more or less injured, though many were barely clinging to their last breath, even as the number of severely wounded and disabled was countless.....

Yet, none of this hindered the Rebels' current celebration and cheers. Let all these hardships and sorrows go to hell for now, at this moment there was only need for cheering and celebration.

For a time, the cheers of these new workers reverberated through the heavens, and only they themselves could understand the complex emotions within the cathartic cheers.

Had there been an Angel capable of seeing faith at this time, they would certainly have been stunned by the massive faith tsunami.

The unified cries of tens of thousands were heart-shaking, but what was even more breathtaking was that with every chant of "Praise the Power of Machinery, long live the Church of Machinery," a terrifying wave of Power of Faith surged forward like a giant wave.

The scale of this Power of Faith was so immense that even the Holy City's monthly guidance of millions of believers in their sacrificial ceremonies couldn't compare.

With just tens of thousands producing a Power of Faith comparable to tens of millions, it was clear that zealots were truly terrifying. No wonder almost every Angel and God of Faith cherished their own zealots so much.

Unfortunately, at the moment, such a vast amount of Power of Faith went unguided, only crudely converging onto the two representatives of the Mechanical Church.

The Homebody Witch at this time seemed unremarkable on the surface, but if one could see the Power of Faith, they would notice a massive portion of it converging upon her, making her seem as if wrapped by the Sun of Faith. At the heart of that sun, there was a hammer that appeared to anchor everything like a Neptunian trident, with a small crescent intertwined with the hammer.

The hammer, of course, represented the Destined Canon, "Genesis," and the crescent signified the incarnation of the Moon Goddess, as Dorothy was indeed operating under that identity at the time.

In the meantime, Denisha's situation was similar, although the Sun of Faith around her was a bit smaller than that of the Homebody Witch, because the true Pope of the Mechanical Church was Dorothy, and Miss Shepherdess was just a vice-pope.

Similarly, the center of Denisha's Sun of Faith also had a hammer anchoring it down, causing the surrounding converging faith to be obediently restrained within that Sun of Faith, preventing any of it from leaking away.

This demonstrated the true value of the Destined Canon. It not only allowed one to be immune from the possibility of being negatively influenced by faith, but it also repressed faith, ensuring that the existing Power of Faith did not evaporate—a real Divine Artifact for faith-flow players.

Unfortunately, Dorothy, who had lost her Magic Memory, also didn't remember how to play the faith-flow anymore, and therefore, the artifact remained momentarily unutilized.

But that was no big problem, after all.....

"How about it, sisters, how did you fare?"

Having just finished gathering the souls of fallen comrades, Dorothy soon saw her fellow witch sisters approaching her. The Homebody Witch quickly asked.

"Not bad, Miss. This is what you wanted; I tried to be as gentle as possible. It should still be mostly intact, see if it's still usable."

Madeline was the first to respond, as the Demon Warrior Giant God-Warrior she controlled extended its hand, revealing the corpse of a low-ranking Angel.

"Hehe, I did a bit better than sister, I caught a live one. Although it's only the body that's still alive—the spirit and soul were accidentally taken a bit too eagerly just now by me."

Audrey then said with some pride. Her Nine-tailed Giant God-Warrior's tails extended forward, tightly winding around a body of a low-ranking Angel that still had a breath of life in it.

"Sister, um, is it okay if it's only the soul left?"

The little witch Alice, faced with her sister's questioning, was a bit embarrassed as she had been too forceful in her attack, failing to hold back in time and drying out the low-ranking Angel she was facing. Luckily, she pulled back at the last moment, managing to preserve a somewhat intact Angel's Soul.

Upon hearing Alice's words, Senior Mia felt even more ashamed because all she could present was remains scattered on the ground.

"Um, I'm sorry, Little Fairy, that's all that's left of him, and it's been spilled all over, not easy to collect."

This well-off Senior felt a bit awkward facing her crush. Her Giant God-Warrior Golden Heavy Hammer Heavy Armor displayed the two super-sized War Hammers somewhat apologetically, with remnants of flesh visible on the surface of the huge hammers, alongside an outline formed of blood and flesh. That was the last trace her enemy left in this world.