I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Whoosh!

Anno immediately accelerated and flew down.

Just as Smedley and the other two fanatics were about to crash to the ground, he caught all three of them and placed them steadily on the ground.

"Even without unleashing their divinity, they can still unleash attacks with such power. Are these professional gods at the mid-level god stage?!"

Anno was unaware that the attack he had just made was delivered using a divine artifact.

Therefore, the artifact that fell nearby was temporarily ignored.

However, Smedley and the other two soon woke up.

The God of Thieves's incarnation as a short woman is actually a thief.

The body of the mage god Arzus is that of a thin, sickly middle-aged male mage.

The first thing the three of them did upon waking up was to instinctively reach for their weapons.

Smedley: "The Staff of Vitality!"

The short woman: "The Blade of Silence!"

The morbid male mage: "The Staff of Fallen Souls!"

Seeing the group stagger to their feet, search around, and then painedly retrieve the three weapons that had fallen to the ground, Anno inexplicably felt that he might have missed something.

Smed wiped the Vitality Staff with his clothes, only to find that the high slits on the sides of his priest's robes were almost up to his waist, and the neckline had also slipped down quite a bit, revealing his snow-white breasts.

The once sacred priest's robes have now become extremely seductive, revealing their alluring charm.

"Lady Camilla, why do you always have to be like this?"

Smedley, somewhat embarrassed, covered his exposed cleavage, then took out a new... from his storage ring.

The new priest's robes were also changed to the style worn on the body.

This wasn't the first time Smedley had experienced something like this.

No one knows what kind of fetish Camilla, the goddess of priests, has, but every time she descends, she makes her priest's robes look like pornographic clothing.

Moreover, it seems that Anno sees it every time.

Anno noticed Smedley's predicament and took out a cloak to wrap him up.

"Thanks!"

Smedley thanked him quietly, then raised his hand as if to cast a spell.

But the staff didn't budge at all.

Smedley looked at the other two and said, "My magic is exhausted!"

The male mage, clutching the Staff of Fallen Souls, plopped down on the ground, weakly saying, "Me too, not a single drop left!"

The short woman looked at Anno, who had a puzzled expression, and smiled, "But it seems that the deity succeeded and the person was saved."

After saying this, Smedley and the male mage both looked at Anno.

Anno had many questions to ask, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light suddenly flashed in the distance, followed by a deafening explosion of magic!

"Anno, send a summon to take us back to Worengle. You can go do your thing!"

Smedley's cloak billowed in the air, her curvaceous figure appearing and disappearing beneath the swaying crowd of priests.

She squinted at Anno and said, "Anyway, we can't help you much in our current state."

Without wasting any words, Anno summoned several eighth-tier summons and had the lich lead the group to leave.

Anno then used the slave contract to summon Macaros—whose body had been shattered by Dickens, but could be restored as long as the totem pole remained intact.

Moreover, the main task that Anno assigned to Macaros was not to protect Anno, but to protect Trolop.

As Dickens shredded him into pieces, he threw Trollope away, where she was caught by one of his summoned creatures.

After Macaros recovered, he continued to look for an opportunity with Trollope by his side.

Sensing that Macaros was approaching him, Anno moved closer to the site of the explosion and saw Christie and Winnie still fighting.

At this point, the battle had shifted from the air to the plains on the ground.

The earth was ravaged, cracked everywhere.

The thick, crisscrossing vines coiled around the ground like earth dragons.

At this point, Christy and Winnie were in very bad shape.

Christie's armor was tattered and torn in many places, revealing the skin underneath and the bloodied, lacerated wounds.

Winnie, though her elfin dress clung to her body like shredded cloth, had few wounds.

The only knife wound is healing rapidly!

Behind her stood a tall, sturdy oak tree guard with two legs.

As for the three Divine Walkers opposite them, their faces were filled with shock and anxiety.

They never expected that after they unleashed their divinity, these two women would be able to unleash their power and hold out until now.

Its body is about to crack!

How can you two, both at the ninth level, still hold on?