Do not hold her in such high regard, she chuckled gleefully.

After all, Chi-Chi was indeed exceptional, managing to open so many teleportation channels simultaneously.

She flipped over and blissfully dozed on the light fixture, dreaming of light as stareyed admiration, unaware of the misunderstanding.

As night fell and the sunlight dimmed, Suzie Han sent an avatar to assume command in herstead while she took a moment to rest.

Light Cat's responsibilities were entrusted to the shining girl trio.

Observing Suzah Han's ease, Light Cat felt a heavy weariness settle over her as she compared her efforts to those of Suzie Han, amplifying her admiration for the ladder's capabilities.

Noticing light cat's reverence, Suzie Han took the initiative to discuss the art of creating avatars, suggesting that it could enhance her work efficiency.

Although the technique was not suitable for prolonged use, it was quite advantageous for short-term engagements.

Like Catat shook her head repeatedly in refusal, she understood that if the avatars shared the same source, her main body would need to process information simultaneously, which was overwhelming.

Conversely, if they did not share the same source, it could easily lead to fragmentation, a concept that she feared, better to abstain, Sufian Fagnid disappointment.

Recognizing that if Light Cat mastered the art of avatars, her capabilities would be remarkable indeed.

The trio of radiant maidens expressed their keen interest, and Suzi Han arranged to switch shifts with Lantern Cat tomorrow, allowing her to teach them in herstead.

Upon arriving at the divine cafeteria, Lantern Cat ordered a delightful array of dishes, and upon tasting the familiar flavors, she nearly wept with joy.

The cuisine was far superior to that of her divine realm.

The culinary skills of the little elf chef were truly remarkable.

Her retinue, a multitude of whimsical little cats, and the jellyfish cat, lacked exceptional culinary talent.

A ley utilizing her transformation magic led the myriad of ghostly dolls away from the haunted city, distancing themselves from the epicenter of the explosions.

The detonations were a series of relentless blasts, a favored tactic of the divine master s avatars.

Explosions were the signature pyrochnics of the divine lord.

The ghost city soon lay in ruins.

The eerie entities that once clung to its structures were expelled, having lost their protective confines.

A procession of spirits marched through the chaos of fireworks.

A grand spectacle outside the city.

Our army of tens of thousands of specters stood ready for battle.

"Charge!" cried Alely, the commander of this spectral legion as she took the lead and initiated the assault.

"Suzi Han's avatar, concealed from view, floated outside the city, observing from distance.

This realm appeared to be a freerange divine kingdom with the enemy deity yet to make an appearance.

Yet she remained vigilant.

She watched as our undead forces consumed the vengeful spirits of the haunted city.

While casualties occurred, her avatar refrained from intervening within a certain range.

Needing to restore her divine power, the divine war of a 12 proceeded steadily.

Suzah Han navigated the luminous interface, absorbing the updates relayed by her avatar, marking the continuously broadcasted war footage with a green label.

At that moment, the image of charging forth flashby.

Suzie Han shifted her gaze to other divine conflicts.

This divine realm was peculiar.

The ghostly dolls fought slowly yet steadily, besieging one city after another.

In the midst of the assault, Aly was bitten by a demagod's vengeful spirit and sustained injuries.

But fortunately, the divine master s avatar intervened, facilitating her escape.

Now she rested in the rear camp, absorbing high-grade magic stones to solidify her soul and mend her wounds.

As she gazed into the darkness beyond the tent, her mind wandered to Bowie and Z Sansen, reminiscing about the quaint cottage and the steaming firecooked meals prepared by Bchawi.

During the March of War, opportunities for a war meal were scarce.

She wondered how they were fairing back home.

If they missed her, it seemed she would be away for an eternity, perhaps a decade or even 30 years or a century.

Aily suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

If by Chia could live that long, could Zansen? A wave of unease washed over her.

Time passed swiftly.

The dark divine kingdom welcomed the second year of deep winter.

As winter yielded to spring, and summer warmed into autumn harvest, yet another winter approached.

With the development of the divine realm, its climate and environment increasingly mirrored the descriptions found in sacred texts.

With the four seasons becoming ever more distinct, this year's snowfall was particularly heavy, blanketing the entire divine kingdom in a pristine white.

Aside from the coldresistant varieties like pine and cyprress, most of the luminescent trees had shed their leaves, leaving only the dim branches still a glow.

The snowflakes gently drape the earth in a thick quilt of white.

In the depths of the mountains, unlike the bustling city, there are no snow removal teams.

All snow clearing tasks must be undertaken personally.

By Chia, reluctant to spend money on hiring elves for protective coverings.

Resolutely handles everything on her own.

Each morning, her first action upon rising is to check the weather.

If no snow has fallen, she promptly ventures outside to shovel the snow before it arrives.

Failing to do so could result in the snow on the roof becoming too heavy and causing a collapse, while the snow in the yard might freeze the door shut.

This is the information propagated by the television news and by Chia dares not take it lightly.

If the house encounters issues, she might escape and scathe, but her cherished purple umbrella would certainly suffer.

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Has Lily returned? This winter is particularly frigid with an abundance of snow, marking it as one of the most extraordinary years since the inception of the divine kingdom.

Zasa gazes through the glass window at Bowie, who is diligently occupied.

The air is filled with the sound of crackling thunder, followed by the snow cascading from the eaves in a relentless torrent, forming a mound below.

A fluffy white figure leaps down from the sky.

It's by Chia.

At this moment, he has transformed alongside his white ears, growing tall and robust.

Yet, his ears remain small and disproportionate.

B Chaua's ears quiver slightly as he encounters a delicate web of lightning, curling his body to push the web, rolling it to clear the snow and pile it high against the fence of the yard.

Zasa watches in a trance, captivated by by Chiau's industriousness.

She wishes to assist, but as a dimminionive butterfly spirit, what could she possibly contribute? Simply remaining at home and not causing chaos is her way of helping.

Inside, the fire crackles in the stove, sending warmth through the chimney to the kitchen and the hollow walls of the living room, ascending through the ceiling of the first floor and the floor of the second, weaving around several hollow walls before entering the flu.

Thanks to the house's design, it retains heat remarkably well, allowing Zasa to maintain her vitality, shielding her from the biting cold of winter's heavy snowfall.

She perches on the window sill, feeling the chill seeping through the cracks in the glass, soon rendering her delicate butterfly wings stiff with the cold.

She recalls the winters of previous years, which were never as harsh, and wonders if it was only after the divine kingdom expanded significantly that the climate became so distinctly severe.

A sense of drowsiness washes over her as she thinks of Lily, whom she hasn't seen in over a year.

She ponders whether Lily encounters winter on the battlefield, whether she faces such snow, and how arduous it must be to fight in such frigid conditions.

Before long, Zasa feels her limbs growing numb and realizes she can no longer linger by the window.

She retreats and flutters to her potted plant, positioned near the warm fire wall, where the atmosphere is cozy.

With nothing to occupy her mind and no one to converse with, Sisasa soon drifts off to sleep.

As the moon ascends, inching towards its zenith, Bchawwa completes his final task of shoveling snow from the lightning web.

He returns home, securing the wooden door wrapped in a layer of cotton.

He scurries off to the bathroom where he quickly washes and dries his body, utilizing a spirit energy haird dryer.

He dries his fur, recalling Lily's transformative spell, which was far superior to this modest device.

This spirit energy haird dryer consumes considerable energy and emits a rather feeble breeze.

After bathing, Bowwa takes a mop to clean the floor, erasing the mess he created.

At this moment, Zasa, roused by the commotion, emerges from her bud, stretching languidly before fluttering out.

She glides to the window, admiring the pristine yard outside and exclaims cheerfully, "Wow, yeah, you finished cleaning.

That's truly wonderful.

" By Chowua notices Sansa perched on the windows sill and hurried over, gently lifting Zansa and carrying her indoors.

It's cold by the window.

How many times must I remind you not to linger there? Do you not recall the last time it snowed heavily and your wings froze to the glass? By Chia exclaimed, adopting an exaggerated tone and mimicking Zansa's voice with a high pitch.

Who is it that cried out? Oh, it hurts so much.

Please save me.

I despise glass windows.

Zansa's cheeks flushed as she playfully pushed against by Chiau<unk>s soft white fur.

I know, Ia.

I will be careful.

Trust my intelligence.