" Ling Deuku rallied all the fairies present, their voices rising in unison.

The atmosphere shifted to one of somnity and determination, sending shivers down Suzi Hon spine with a gentle wave of her hand.

She motioned for the fairies to cease their prayers, having felt their unwavering faith.

This was sufficient.

As Suzi Hon glanced around, every familiar face met her gaze with excitement.

"Ailanki," she called, prompting the mermaid to straighten up and float from her seat, her tail swaying animatedly.

The mermaid was exhilarated.

Did her esteemed sister summon her for battle? She could hardly contain her enthusiasm at the prospect of joining the deity in the fray.

However, Suzi Han, witnessing the mermaid's hopeful eyes, stealed her resolve.

"You shall remain here," she declared.

This decision was prudent, as the mermaid represented the strongest force within her realm, second only to Sue Xihon herself.

The mermaid's eyes dimmed and her expression visibly fell.

Yet she refrained from contesting Suzi Han's decision.

For Suzi Han was not only her mistress but also the embodiment of her faith, the very essence of her life and soul.

Naturally, whatever her sister commanded would be accepted without question.

Yes, esteemed sister, you assist Ling Daufu in his endeavors, and I have set up a Blueest Star Network affiliate account for you.

It is imperative that you report any significant matters to me promptly.

The Little Mermaid's eager gaze dimmed.

However, upon hearing Suzhon mentioned that she could provide an account to contact her esteemed sister, her spirits were instantly lifted.

How wonderful.

Previously, she had envied the Ghost Doll and the Death Knight for possessing Blueest Star Network accounts, which allowed them to communicate with their revered sister through the internal network.

Now, she too would have won.

Oh, joy.

The elation of having an account dulled the sorrow of being left alone at home while her sister ventured out.

Suzi Han shifted her attention to the death knight and the ghost doll.

Her army had just been converted.

It was time to see what they were capable of.

Alice, Ariel, Ellen, you three take the undead army and set forth with me.

Yes, understood.

Esteemed deity.

Her gaze turned to Lulu, noticing the desire in her eyes.

Suzie Han's voice softened.

Lulu, you must remain in the divine realm.

I understand.

Esteemed deity.

Lulu will stay in the divine realm and safeguard all within it.

The night deepened.

Once assembled, they activated the war god s teleportation array and entered the dark aisle, inputting the coordinates.

Endless.

I've already dispatched several thousand rotting fishermen.

Huh? The metallic voice of the young girl echoed with heavy breaths, clearly fatigued.

Her live stream had been running for several hours, attracting only a few hundred viewers with merely dozens online.

The barrage of comments manifested as translucent golden streams fluctuating before her, containing every conceivable opinion.

Some are melodious while others were discordant.

Curses mingling with blessings.

In a stream of fewer than 100 viewers, one could observe the diversity of species.

Reality, the host looks exhausted.

Is she really so out of shape that she can't last a little while? Remarked one with a hint of mockery.

I want to eat fried chicken host.

Why are there only two of you fighting? Those blue plump fish behind you aren't helping at all.

Baby, you he'd been crying incessantly.

It's quite distressing to watch.

You must hold on.

Please don't actually perish, expressed another with concern.

Ongoing slaughter.

The opposing outer deity is doawling, continually sending minions.

Why not just rush in and eliminate the host? She appears rather easy to defeat.

A comment directed at the outer deity, eager to witness her demise.

Chinshi, wasn't there supposed to be assistance? Will the system aid arrive? Voice one anxiously.

Go away.

Just die already.

You've been beaten back to your homeland.

Living is merely a disgrace to our blue star cosmos.

Came a more radical comment.

Player Shan Gia Chi gifted a cocoa bubble milk tea one with a message keep going don't die.

Supportive viewers sent gifts and well-wishes.

Upon seeing the milk tea, Lynn C felt rejuvenated.

It was worth three divine coins.

Amidst the chaotic comments, it was like a timely blessing and she felt genuinely touched.

Thank you, Chi baby, for the milk tea.

Thank you for your support.

Her voice softened, brimming with gratitude.

The bright tambber of the metallic core, imbued with a sense of excitement and gratitude, resonated beautifully.

Lin chose to disregard the myriad of mixed opinions that followed.

Comments such as, "What a gentle voice she has.

My bones feel weak.

That hefty fellow has quite a pleasant voice, and is her voice so sweet because she used to scam online," flooded in.

Without hesitation, Linu withdrew funds for milk tea to replenish her divine energy.

This infusion granted her several hundred points of divine power, alleviating her physical fatigue significantly.

She had been pushing her limits for quite some time, nearly depleting her fundamental divine energy.

Starting a live broadcast was not a choice made lightly.

She understood that her appearance was not in her favor.

Overweight and unattractive, while her companions were neither handsome nor beautiful, making her an easy target for criticism.

Yet the consumption of divine power was overwhelming.

She required a means of replenishment.

If it meant enduring insults, then so be it.

Chapter 121.

Are they from Everrand? The relentless onslaught from the adversary continued, and she remained unaware of when assistance from the system would arrive.

She strived to exert herself, believing that any effort was preferable to awaiting a grim fate.

Surely, someone would come to her rescue.

She chose to disregard all malevolent comments, treating them as if they were invisible.

Human nature is inherently complex.

In every era and place, one cannot evade the presence of malicious individuals.

Even if they were to ascend to divinity, it remains exceedingly arduous for the wicked to transform into the virtuous, refuse to change, refuse to elevate.

Although the oversight of system rules exists, instances of betrayal among kindred spirits are not uncommon.

Cursing others to death and uttering derogatory remarks are regrettably quite typical.

However, as long as she did not reveal her true name or the coordinates of her divine realm, those filled with malice could not harm her.

She noticed that many were fond of her voice.

Lynn could seize this advantage.

Receiving a modicum of divine power replenished her parched body, granting her a renewed vigor.