Chapter 152 Death of the Saintess

The bleak autumn wind carried a chill, and the colors of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by the dim clouds, as dark gray and black began to permeate this world.

The dense forest was filled with an eerie, dim atmosphere, and the sparse light could no longer dispel the intensifying shadows.

The Saintess of Destruction's breathing was rapid and low as she stumbled through a forest.

Now she had waited for the cooldown of [Forced Dispelling] to end, removing all status effects from herself.

Her throat no longer felt like it was being scraped by a knife, and the various healing reductions and blood loss effects that had been inflicted upon her were also dispelled.

She stepped continuously on the soft, damp, and cold soil.

She only needed to hide a little further away until nightfall, and slightly recover her condition. Then, when the Blood Lord awakened, she would have the capital to borrow the Blood Clan's authority and kill her way back again.

Tonight, she would slaughter at least two people... flaying open their bellies and hanging them in the cathedral to let them bleed out in agony!

Ideally... she could capture the half-demon Duchess who had been constantly accompanying Lan Qi, scrape off her skin and flesh, and spread it out on the banquet table in the cathedral, so that Lan Qi, who came to the cathedral in the morning, could witness the Duchess's most miserable and ugly death with his own eyes.

Would he still be able to maintain his indifferent appearance?

Just thinking about Lan Qi's appearance when he saw that scene, the Saintess of Destruction couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Even if she still couldn't kill Lan Qi tonight, once she had pulled out all of Lan Qi's claws and teeth, and he became a commander without any soldiers, no matter how many epic cards Lan Qi had, he would no longer be able to threaten her!

As for that detective with only muscles in his brain, he probably discovered the information提示信息 about the Shadow World as soon as he arrived in town, and then returned in disgrace halfway.

He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had already solved all the problems in advance.

However, he would never have thought that the moment he climbed up the cliff again would also be the day of his death—

The Saintess of Destruction would guard the edge of the cliff, watch the detective slowly and laboriously climb up, chop off his hands with the Blazing Demon Sword, and let him fall eight hundred meters down the cliff in shock and despair, turning into a pile of minced meat!

"Your mistake was... you shouldn't have provoked the Rebirth Church... and you shouldn't have met me..."

The Saintess of Destruction's voice was cold and cruel, mixed with a poisonous determination.

However, as she was thinking this, the Saintess of Destruction didn't notice that something seemed wrong beneath her feet.

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet gave way, and a sense of weightlessness enveloped her whole body in an instant.

In the next moment, it was as if she had fallen from the real world into nothingness.

A deep, dark pit, like the throat of a monster in the night, instantly swallowed her!

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar that shook her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily to the bottom of the pit, several meters deep.

She fell into the pit, her body trembling in pain.

"Ahhh—!!!"

The sharp poisonous thorns in the pit instantly pierced her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.

The Saintess of Destruction's face was twisted, her pupils contracted violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

This was a third-tier earth magic that could instantly set up a pit trap in the mud.

But this pit was not the most deadly thing. What was terrifying was that the pit was also filled with poisonous thorns and animal traps.

Then there was the pain. The sharp pain felt like millions of needles piercing her flesh. Her screams echoed through the jungle with endless agony.

At this moment, her trembling vision saw the shadows above the pit constantly lengthening.

Accompanied by ghostly footsteps, each step seemed like the whisper of death.

A tall figure slowly appeared. He stood there quietly, like a statue carved in darkness, unmoving. His long coat fluttered in the wind as he looked down at the Saintess of Destruction in the pit.

When the Saintess of Destruction clearly saw the person's face, her heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly.

It was a familiar face.

Standing on the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow, his face was vaguely visible in the shadows. Only his purple pupils above his half-covered sunglasses, like the cold and radiant night sky, remained unsurpassed.

Frey looked at the Saintess of Destruction as if he were looking at a struggling elk.

The Saintess of Destruction's wide eyes were filled with disbelief, and her heart instantly sank into an icy lake.

The world around her became silent again.

Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion, cruel and merciless.

"You were..."

Before the Saintess of Destruction could finish speaking, her shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow that came from the air and nailed to the wall of the pit. Then there was another shrill scream.

Frey stood at the edge of the pit and gave her an arrow without saying a word.

Although the number of arrows was limited each time he brought them into the Shadow World unless a battlefield card master repaired them, the heavy crossbow itself had a slow rate of fire, but each strike was extremely deadly and armor-piercing.

"Why are you here?!"

The Saintess of Destruction gasped for breath, roaring hoarsely.

"Are you stupid? According to the mechanics of the Shadow World, you shouldn't be climbing mountains to solve cases."

Frey questioned her as if he doubted the Saintess of Destruction's intelligence.

"...?"

The Saintess of Destruction heard Frey's matter-of-course tone.

She felt as if her intelligence had been ruthlessly rubbed on the ground.

She also recalled how the detective had unhesitatingly jumped off the cliff this morning, deceiving everyone.

She finally understood that the detective's purpose this morning was only to change the psychological pressure on everyone, and then leave everything to the more Jianzhong Lan Qi. The detective then transformed into a hunter, squatting in the jungle, waiting for the fish that slipped through the net, and squatting until now.

"Give up resisting. My martial force is definitely above yours now."

Frey reloaded the heavy crossbow with a new arrow, the crossbow aimed directly at the Saintess of Destruction, and the cold arrow emitted a strong aura of death.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha—!"

The Saintess of Destruction pulled out the arrow on her shoulder, letting the flesh and blood splash, and laughed crazily, holding the Blazing Demon Sword.

"Let's die together!!!"

After realizing the fact that she had been purely played by these two people today, the last string in the Saintess of Destruction's mind seemed to have snapped.

Whether it was Lan Qi or Frey.

Such humiliation was a burden she could not bear!

Even if she died, she would have to kill this detective who had played her to the extreme!

...

In the hall of the cathedral, everyone's hope was like the afterglow of the setting sun, about to sink into the dark night.

In the corner under the rose window, another Rebirth Church member—the Imperial Priestess—who was still being guarded by Hyperion and his guard sister, finally woke up slowly from her coma.

She saw the suppressed expressions on the faces of the people in the cathedral.

She looked around at the heavily injured and exhausted challengers, and the disappeared Saintess of Destruction.

She then raised her head and laughed crazily, knowing that the Saintess of Destruction, Adeline, had seriously injured them and successfully left.

Tonight was the time for the blood sacrifice!

Thanks to the alliance leader Mu Bai Jin Yu! This chapter is an extra update. Normal updates will continue at 9pm tonight!

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