"Sir, I have failed in my task... I beg, I beg for your punishment."

Martha prostrated herself on the ground, like a lowly insect.

"Martha... how much resources have we, the demon race, used on you? Is this how you repay His Majesty?" The man's voice was filled with anger, and a few scantily-clad human women stood respectfully beside him.

Pink patterns extended from their abdomens to their entire bodies, giving off a strange beauty.

These were the marks of the demon race, and they had not been turned into demons themselves, but had become the puppets and tools of the demon race.

In front of Martha stood a human who had undergone demonization, one of the Twelve Demon Generals known as the "Butcher" by the Saint Church - Zuka.

His body was covered in burnt-like marks, a characteristic of demonized beings.

His pockmarked skin was as hard as steel bars, and his face was incredibly ugly. Two horns extended from his bald head, another characteristic of demonized beings.

His jutting jaw revealed a set of inverted-eight-shaped teeth.

Not only were his eyes blood-red, including the whites, but several tentacles, as thick as a grown man's forearm, extended from his tailbone and wrapped around the legs of the women standing beside him.

A strange sound of water echoed through the camp.

"Sir, I was wrong, please don't kill me, I beg of you! I... I know the defense strength of Glorious City, I can help the demon army successfully enter the city!"

Martha knelt on the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down her forehead. At this moment, she had lost the glory she had in Glorious City, and all she could do was beg for mercy on her knees.

Recalling her life, Martha's hatred was directly aimed at the suddenly intelligent Saintess.

'I swear, Martha, that I will bring you down from your high altar and never let you rise again!'

"Well then, as the vanguard for the night attack on Glorious City, I will let you take charge. If we can't capture Glorious City, you will understand what regret truly means."

"Rest assured, Sir, Martha will do her best to capture that shameless Saintess for you!"

"Go on, the vanguard camp is to the left of the main camp. Take this token and don't disappoint me again."

Zuka threw down the token carelessly, wanting to see what surprises Martha could bring him.

Martha picked up the token as if receiving an amnesty and retreated from the demon camp, taking small steps all the way. It was only when she was a hundred meters away from the main camp that the vacant look in her eyes regained some sparkle.

Just a moment ago, she had almost been overwhelmed by the pressure from the demon general Zuka and completely broken down.

"I... I actually survived..."

Martha muttered to herself, the remnants of either gratitude or fear still lingering in her eyes. Until now, she felt her body trembling slightly.

That was the absolute pressure that the higher-ups of the demon race exerted on their subordinates.

Various strange sounds reverberated through the demon camp, and every now and then, there were cries and sobbing of women.

After demonization, the instincts of living creatures would be greatly magnified, and only some high-level powerhouses could control their rationality.

Generally speaking, lower-level demonized beings could not control their desires.

However... Martha had only recently lived in human society and was still a little unaccustomed to this environment.

But she understood that even if she didn't want to adapt, she had no choice.

After all, she was no longer the nun who controlled Glorious City and even Moon State.

Looking at the token in her hand, Martha turned her gaze to the east, where Glorious City was located.

"Saintess of the Moon... Ha! Let's see where you run this time. I really hope that the next thing I hear will be your screams~"

"Any creature that undergoes demonization, regardless of race, will experience some degree of psychological transformation, and it will only develop in a negative direction. That's why most races on the continent reject the demon race."In a speeding carriage, there was a serious-faced woman with long orange hair meticulously explaining the origin of the demon race. She was Lora, one of the members of the Three Lora Combination.

Lora's original occupation was as a copywriter, and she was well-versed in the books of the glorious city's library, The Saint Church, with a comprehensive understanding of the continent's history.

Listening to Lora's explanation, Lauri started to have a rough understanding of this world.

"The so-called demon race refers to creatures that have been demonized. Demonized creatures do not discriminate against any race. Once they have been demonized, they become part of the demon race. However, until now, no one knows the origins of the demon race."

Upon hearing this, Lauri was a bit puzzled. "Doesn't The Saint Church know either?"

"According to my knowledge, Your Highness, no one knows," Lora replied.

Lauri nodded, finding the origin of the demon race truly mysterious.

"Well, Lora, there's no need to say anything more about that," Lauri said, turning her head and looking out into the distance. Several hundred horses with wrapped hooves were moving forward. Although the sound of their hoofbeats was not loud, the dust they raised nearly hit Lauri's face.

She quickly put down the curtain and turned back, looking at the Three Lora Combination sitting across from her.

"What time is it now?"

Lora took out her pocket watch and glanced at it. "It's already one thirty, Your Highness."

Lauri nodded. Just then, the horsemen in front suddenly stopped.

Amidst the sound of horse hooves, Hilda's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Your Highness, the scouts have discovered traces of the demon race. It matches exactly with your oracle, confirming that it is indeed the footprint of the demon army."

Hearing this news, Lauri let out a sigh of relief. She had been worried that if her speculation was wrong, she would quickly pack up and leave to avoid being pointed fingers at and dying a social death every day.

Although she didn't have many skills, she could still learn things like singing and dancing. But luckily, Lady Luck was still on her side.

"Very well, let the scouts continue gathering information and determine the location of the demon army's main force. The knights will rest in place and depart in an hour."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Hilda's voice seemed to have a slightly different tone than before, more than just respect.

Was this... her fangirl?

It felt a bit embarrassed.

The knights gathered together, silently and without complaint. Due to the covert operation, no light was allowed in the camp.

But all the knights of The Saint Church didn't utter a single grievance.

Seeing the disciplined and orderly knights, Lauri's confidence grew stronger.

Speaking of which, in the entire glorious city and even Moon State, she was the only big shot over level sixty. If the divine punishment knight, Will Kevin, was here, then her chances of winning would be even higher.

But Lauri was also very curious.

What kind of person was this divine punishment knight?