Alicia took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, and began to walk slowly inside the church.
Light and shadow flowed over her, outlining her graceful but slightly lonely figure.
"I can't just let this go," she muttered, biting her lower lip, "Soren, Supple, since you dare to join forces against me, I will definitely make you pay the price."
At this moment, Alicia's eyes flashed with determination, and a counterattack plan against Soren and others,
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had quietly brewed in her heart.
The Radiant Temple has undergone years of precipitation and accumulation, and its foundation is undoubtedly profound, but even so, the number of Saint-level powerhouses is only fifteen.
These fifteen powerhouses are the temple's most solid reliance.
But at this critical moment of power struggle, Alicia discovered that only five of them were willing to support her.
With such a disparity in power, it was obviously far from enough to use this to pressure the rising Crown Prince Soren.
Alicia knew the vastness of the royal power that Soren represented. Through the intelligence she had painstakingly collected, she knew that there were more than a dozen Saint-level powerhouses in the capital alone.
Not to mention the Saint-level powerhouses stationed in important fortresses and passes everywhere, they were like sea-stabilizing needles,
guarding the empire's borders and deterring foreign enemies, and their number was even more immeasurable.
Once she fell into a direct conflict with the royal family, relying solely on the few supporters she had at hand would undoubtedly be like hitting a stone with an egg.
Therefore, after thinking about it, her method was very simple, but also extremely lethal—using the huge number of Radiant believers to put pressure on Crown Prince Soren.
The Radiant Temple has been preaching in the empire for many years, and its believers are all over the north and south of the country. Whether in prosperous cities or remote villages, one can see figures of devout worship.
Their faith in the temple is as solid as a rock, and they have even more respect for the Holy Maiden Alicia.
Alicia planned to make full use of the power of this huge group, stirring up their religious enthusiasm, letting them take to the streets, shouting their demands, and expressing the temple's attitude to the royal family.
She believed that once tens of thousands of believers gathered in the capital, forming a huge momentum, even Soren would have to face up to this powerful pressure from the people.
This could not only disrupt Soren's layout and force him to make concessions on the labyrinth matter, but perhaps also allow her to regain the initiative in this power game.
The morning light was dim, and the streets and alleys of the capital were still shrouded in a layer of tranquil gauze, and most of the residents had not yet fully awakened from their sleep.
However, today's peace was destined to be broken.
From all directions of the Radiant Temple, a group of believers in plain white robes poured out, and like a tide, they converged towards the center of the capital—the location of the palace.
At first, there were only groups of two or three people, their steps hurried but their expressions firm, holding tightly in their hands the Radiant Holy Emblem symbolizing their faith.
As time went by, the flow of people became more and more dense, and the streets were soon submerged in white. Looking around,
it was like a surging white ocean.
Walking at the forefront of the team were several high-ranking clergy members in gold-trimmed robes. Their faces were solemn, and they chanted ancient scriptures, adding a bit of sacred and solemn atmosphere to the parade.
Behind them, the believers were arranged in an orderly manner, both men and women, young and old, but all with the same fanatical eyes.
The elderly leaned on crutches, their steps slow but not retreating, their eyes flashing with loyalty to the temple;
the young people stood tall and straight, either holding high flags with the iconic pattern of the Radiant Temple, the flags fluttering in the breeze, or holding the temple's scriptures, as if they were their most precious treasures;
children were held in the hands of their parents or older brothers, although ignorant, they were also infected by the surrounding passionate atmosphere, their little faces flushed, and they shouted slogans with the adults.
"Protect the glory of the temple, return justice to the labyrinth!"
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, listen to the divine decree, do not blaspheme the holy land!"
The shouts rose one after another, initially a little chaotic, but soon converged into a neat and loud cry,
like rolling thunder, echoing in the sky above the capital, shaking the houses on the street as if they were trembling slightly.
This voice was full of the believers' piety and anger. They firmly believed that the Radiant Temple was sacred and inviolable, and now Crown Prince Soren's intervention in the labyrinth had touched the foundation of the temple and threatened the place of faith in their hearts.
The shops along the way closed their doors early, and the shopkeepers hid behind the door seams, peering in horror at the vast scene.
The usually lively and noisy market was now a dead silence, the stalls were pushed to the ground, and fruits and vegetables rolled all over the place, but no one cared.
Occasionally, a few daring passers-by wanted to cross the team, but were frightened by the surging crowd and retreated again and again, only to stand on the side of the street, staring blankly at everything.
When the parade reached the square in front of the palace, the number of people had swelled to an astonishing tens of thousands.
The square was instantly crowded, people shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, airtight.
The white robes rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, intertwined with the continuous shouts,
forming a shocking wave of sound.
The guards of the palace had already been waiting in full battle, wearing bright armor and holding spears, forming a solid line of defense in front of the palace gate.
However, facing these tens of thousands of fanatical believers, a trace of tension and fear could not help but appear on their faces.
The captains ran back and forth in the team, shouting loudly to maintain order, but their voices were instantly drowned out in the believers' shouts.
Alicia stood on a high tower not far from the square, overlooking everything.
She wore a flawless white holy maiden's robe and a golden crown, her figure graceful but exuding a sense of majesty.
Her gaze was stern, looking at the surging crowd below, and she was secretly satisfied.
This parade was her carefully planned masterpiece. She knew that only through such a large-scale demonstration could Soren feel the pressure and win back a game for herself in this power struggle.
"Keep shouting, don't stop!" she said softly to the attendant beside her, her voice soft but with an unquestionable determination.
The attendant obeyed and left, and soon the shouts in the square became more and more激昂.
