The intense contrast made this depiction of the suffering saint become countless times more stimulating than before.
The indescribable sense of artistic beauty seemed to come alive at this moment.
"Master, these eighteen maidens are indeed true saints. Even the Holy Bible speaks of the release of holy water to drive away evil and heal believers. Their bodies contain the legendary holy power," said Derick.
As Derick's gaze pierced through, he indeed saw within these maidens a pure white sacred power, capable of healing wounds and soothing the soul.
"Interesting!" Derick chuckled softly. Although the power within these women's bodies was almost negligible to him, it would have been revered as the saint of the church before the apocalypse, the incarnation of Christ or something.
Derick had little interest in the church and Western religions, but he quite enjoyed the act of humiliating and toying with pure and holy maidens.