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Chapter 142: Fred's Great Wisdom
Chapter 142: Fred's Great Wisdom
The chilly autumn wind howls, carrying with it the dying hues of sunset as they are slowly devoured by darkening clouds. Shades of ash and black begin to seep into the world, casting an ominous hue over the land.
An eerie gloom hangs heavy in the dense forest, and the thinning light struggles to dispel the encroaching shadows.
The Destroying Saintess panted, her breath heavy and raspy as she stumbled through the trees.
The cooldown of her Forced Dispelling ability had finally ended, and she had purged herself of all adverse status effects.
The searing pain in her throat had subsided, and the debilitating debuffs and blood loss inflicted upon her had been lifted.
Her feet continued to trudge through the soft, muddy ground, slick and cold beneath her soles.
She just needed to hide a little longer until nightfall and restore her strength. When the Blood Lord awakened, she would borrow his power and strike back with a vengeance.
Tonight, she would slaughter at least two people... She would rip open their bellies, hang them in the cathedral, and let them bleed out, suffering a slow and agonizing death!
Ideally, she could capture the half-demon duchess who always accompanied Lanchi. She would flay the duchess's skin and flesh, spread them out on the cathedral's banquet table, and let Lanchi witness the most tragic and hideous death of his companion first thing in the morning.
Would he still be able to maintain his indifferent demeanor then? Just thinking about Lanchi's reaction brought a tremble to the Saintess's lips.
Even if she couldn't kill Lanchi tonight, once she eliminated all his cronies and left him alone, he wouldn't be able to threaten her anymore, no matter how many Epic cards he had!
As for that detective whose brain was filled with nothing but muscles, he probably thought his teammates had already solved everything and was happily making his way back, covered in dust and dirt.
But he had no idea that the moment he climbed back up the cliff would be his last—
The Destroying Saintess would be waiting at the edge of the cliff, watching as the detective struggled to ascend. With her Blazing Demon Sword, she would sever his hands, letting him fall 800 meters to his death in shock and despair, his body turning into a bloody mess!
"Your mistake was provoking the Resurrection Church and encountering me..." The Destroying Saintess' voice was icy and cruel, laced with venomous resolve.
However, as she indulged in these thoughts, she failed to notice something amiss beneath her feet.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her gave way, and she felt a sense of weightlessness as if the world had turned upside down.
The next moment, she found herself falling into a deep, dark pit, as if the throat of a beast lurking in the night had swallowed her whole!
"BOOM!!!"
Accompanying the ear-piercing, brain-rattling explosion, she crashed into a pit several meters deep.
She lay there, her body trembling in pain.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
Sharp poison spikes in the pit penetrated her skin and muscle, reaching deep into her bones.
Her face contorted in agony, her eyes wide with disbelief and terror.
This was a third-tier earth magic that could instantly create a pit in the muddy ground.
But the pit itself was not the deadliest part. What truly struck fear into her heart were the poisonous spikes and hunting traps embedded within.
Pain, sharp and relentless, felt like a million needles piercing her flesh. Her screams of agony echoed through the forest.
As she trembled, her eyes fell upon a shadow extending above the pit.
With ghostly footsteps, each one like the whisper of death, a figure approached.
A tall and imposing figure slowly emerged, standing quietly like a statue carved in the darkness, unmoving. His long coat fluttered in the wind as he looked down at the Destroying Saintess in the cave.
When the Destroying Saintess saw his face clearly, her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly.
It was a face she knew all too well.
Standing at the edge of the pit, he held a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face partially hidden in the shadows, except for his half-lowered sunglasses that revealed violet eyes, shining with an imperious coldness like a starlit night sky.
Fred looked at the Destroying Saintess as one would look at a struggling deer.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her heart sank like a stone in a frozen lake.
The world around them fell silent once more.
It felt like this moment was playing out in slow motion, cruel and relentless.
"You..."
Before the Destroying Saintess could finish her sentence, she was abruptly pierced by a heavy arrow that tore through the air and impaled her shoulder, pinning her to the wall of the pit. A piercing scream escaped her lips.
Fred stood at the edge of the pit, silently drawing his bow and taking aim.
Although the number of arrows was limited each time he entered the Shadow World, unless a battlefield card maker repaired it for him, the crossbow itself was a slow-firing weapon, and each shot was extremely deadly, designed to pierce through armor.
"Why are you here?!'
The Destroying Saintess panted heavily, her voice hoarse as she shouted in disbelief.
"Are you stupid?" Fred questioned, his tone implying that it was a ridiculous question. "According to the mechanics of the Shadow World, you shouldn't be climbing mountains to solve mysteries."
"..."
The Destroying Saintess listened to Fred's matter-of-fact tone, feeling like her intelligence had been ruthlessly scrubbed against the ground.
She recalled the detective's unhesitating action earlier that morning, when he had flipped over the cliff to deceive everyone.
Now, she finally understood. That morning, the detective had merely been shifting the psychological burden onto everyone else, entrusting everything to Lanchi of the Sword Tomb. And so, the detective had transformed into a hunter, lurking in the jungle, waiting to catch any stragglers, right up until this moment.
"Give up your resistance. My strength is absolutely superior to yours right now."
Fred loaded a new arrow into his heavy crossbow, aiming directly at the Destroying Saintess. The arrow's tip glinted with a chilling light, exuding a strong aura of death.
"Hahaha... Hahahaha—!"
The Destroying Saintess ruthlessly pulled the arrow from her shoulder, letting the blood spray, and held up her Blazing Demon Sword as she laughed maniacally,
"Let's die together!!!'
Upon realizing that she had been thoroughly played by these two people, the last thread of sanity in the Destroying Saintess's mind seemed to snap.
Whether it was Lanchi or Fred.
This humiliation was more than she could bear!
Even if she died, she would take this detective, who had toyed with her so mercilessly, with her!
...
In the grand hall of the cathedral, the hope of the crowd was like the glow of the setting sun, about to sink into the pitch-black night.
In a corner beneath the rose window, the other Resurrectionist that Huberian and his sister guard had been watching over—the Imperial Priestess—finally woke up from her coma.
She saw the oppressive expressions on the faces of the people in the cathedral.
Then she looked around at the circle of seriously injured and exhausted challengers, and the absence of the Destroying Saintess.
She laughed hysterically, knowing that Destroying Saintess Adelais had succeeded in leaving after inflicting heavy damage on them.
Tonight was the night of the blood sacrifice!
Thanks to the overlord Mu Bai Jin Yu Da Lao! This chapter is an additional chapter. The regular update will continue at 9 p.m.!
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