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Chapter 914: 750: Unable to Abandon_2

Chapter 914: Chapter 750: Unable to Abandon_2

“Playing tricks and acting spooky!”

The Heretical Inquisitor shouted.

Grudge Power erupted from his body, waves of warped energy swept around him as he tried to fend off the other party while simultaneously escaping upwards.

He still felt deeply unsettled and incredulous.

Wasn’t that person a believer of the Holy Court?

Within the entirety of the Holy Court, aside from the Heresy Tribunal intentionally cultivating executioners who operated in darkness, which Light believer didn’t rely on the Power of Light to fight? Even their magic was all light-based!

But what was this boundless and oppressive darkness?

Could the Pope of Light be a special existence?

No!

Was this person truly the Pope of Light?

In this darkness, the Heretical Inquisitor could sense an aura of darkness more oppressive, more despairingly profound than even what clung to him!

It caused inexplicable panic and dread to bloom in his heart.

It felt as if—he was facing “the Abyss”!

But for a light-wielding adherent of the God of Light to carry an aura of the Abyss, saying this aloud would be even more unbelievable than claiming someone had innate Abyss abilities.

Wouldn’t these powers clash?

The Heretical Inquisitor was already losing grip on his emotions and sanity.

Especially after discovering that he couldn’t leave this darkness.

Clearly, he sensed the exit above him, but his body felt as though it was drowning in a swamp, struggling in vain.

Dense Grudge Power emanated from him.

Yet it failed to have any impact on that mysterious figure.

The other person didn’t speak again.

It was as if they had vanished into the darkness.

The absence of even the enemy’s aura made the Heretical Inquisitor even more tense.

It wasn’t fear of being ambushed, but rather the madness of realizing he was utterly alone in this infinite abyss of darkness, unable to even see his own body.

“Damn you! Show yourself!”

The Heretical Inquisitor frantically hurled darts imbued with deep Grudge Power, trying to flush out the hidden enemy.

But where such power had previously overwhelmed everything under the force of faith, now it was like a stream merging into the sea, unable to stir even the slightest ripple in the darkness.

“Aaaargh!”

He hurled darts in a near-mad frenzy.

But at the next instant, he suddenly changed direction, rushing upwards again. Yet before long, his body was once again mired in the inexplicable, swamp-like struggle.

A flicker of dark light appeared in the Heretical Inquisitor’s eyes.

The area was indeed sealed off by the other party!

But beyond the sealing…

It seemed the enemy didn’t possess any other means to deal with him?

A test of endurance?

The Heretical Inquisitor sneered coldly.

Maybe he lacked many capabilities, but endurance and resistance were where he thrived!

He stayed alert to every change around him, pretending to lose control of his emotions as he recklessly swung attacks, hoping to seize an opportunity to escape.

Yet just then…

A red shadow suddenly surfaced within the darkness.

In this ultimate pitch-black space, the abrupt appearance of red became incredibly striking, adding an eerie touch to the surrounding atmosphere.

The Heretical Inquisitor heightened his guard sharply.

“What the hell is that?!”

He locked his gaze onto the distant crimson figure, barely making out the outline of what seemed to be a person, yet the details of their stature and face remained obscured.

Because the figure’s form was hidden under a loose, flowing robe, even the head was covered by a folded red cloth.

Suddenly, the crimson shadow seemed to draw closer.

The Heretical Inquisitor’s nerves were taut as steel, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the figure.

Then, as if he momentarily spaced out…

The red figure had closed in further.

The Heretical Inquisitor’s pupils contracted as he refused to wait any longer. He swiftly flung several darts toward the crimson figure.

The silver-gray darts, indistinct in this darkness, were thrown unseen, yet he could gauge their trajectory by the Grudge Power imbued within them.

Whoosh—

The darts zipped through the air, and the crimson figure’s broad sleeves swept up in an instant to block the incoming projectiles.

Then, from within the sleeves, a hand emerged to catch a dart.

In such pitch-black darkness, the exposed hand was eerily wax-like in pale hue.

“Resentment Energy?”

A cold and ethereal voice murmured hauntingly.

It seemed to emanate from the figure: “Such concentrated resentment energy. No wonder they dragged me out to find you. I see now.”

As the words fell…

The Heretical Inquisitor felt the Grudge Power on the darts completely vanish.

Sweat suddenly coursed down his face: “Who are you?!”

The crimson figure gently inclined its head toward him.

“Someone who’s hungry.”

…

…

Resentment Energy ought to be dealt with by someone attuned to it.

Thinking back to dealing with Wald XVIII earlier, the Bride must already be nearly drained.

Thus, Xu Shuo forcibly dragged the resting Bride out from Prague Castle, sending her off to see if that surge of resentment energy could be consumed.

The Bride: “…”

What else could the Bride do.

When Little Tiezhu gets stubborn, there’s no reasoning with him. She could only go take a look, thinking that even if it couldn’t be consumed, maybe she could still help wear the man down.

However, there was good news.

It could indeed be consumed.

Messing with Grudge Power…

The Bride had been at it for decades.

Back then, relying on the resentment energy nurtured by all of Osmanthus Village, she could even forcibly suppress the Abyss Darkness pervading the cemetery, her prowess far surpassing the newly-appointed Heretical Inquisitor.

Even now, weakened as she was, she could scheme and consume it gradually.

After all, the man couldn’t escape anyway.

…

Seeing the Bride capable of handling things, Xu Shuo diverted his attention away from deploying “Dark Stealth”.

Aside from occasionally splitting off a bit of spiritual power to control the darkness and confine the Heretical Inquisitor, anything else wasn’t his concern.

Xu Shuo headed toward the Statue of Light.

Soon, at the base of the colossal statue, he saw the Holy Maiden of Light, her lower body entwined in countless golden chains.

The Holy Maiden of Light remained locked in a strange, lifeless posture, her body reclining backward, her head tilted toward the heavens, her limp right hand clutching a massive golden scythe. She lay motionless and eerie, like a puppet.

Xu Shuo approached her, and the Holy Maiden did not make any movement, unresponsive and hollow.

“In a false death state, huh?”

Xu Shuo circled her thoughtfully: “You really trust me, don’t you? If I hadn’t planned to return, you probably wouldn’t be able to exit this state, right?”

Unable to exit the state.

False death would become true death.

Though the Holy Maiden wasn’t a Light Envoy…

She similarly possessed the Power of Light Faith within her body, her unique position within the Holy Court even rivaling that of the Pope of Light. In fact, her dedication to the court exceeded that of the Pope.

Of course…

Except for the Pope…

Most clergy within the court seemed to contribute more than the Pope.

What even was the Pope?

Across generations, they had simply served as a spiritual icon.

However, this generation’s Pope of Light had aggressively elevated his importance with audacious ambition, even meddling in royal affairs and personally orchestrating everything.

His boundless ambition intimidated the ancient Priesthood into retreat.

So this generation’s Pope of Light was indeed something special.

And this generation’s Holy Maiden was likewise unique.

Xu Shuo extended his hand and pulled the massive golden scythe from the Holy Maiden’s grip, encountering no resistance—smooth as silk.

Once the golden scythe was removed…

It dissolved instantly in Xu Shuo’s hand.

In the next moment…

The Holy Maiden’s body shuddered, golden light burst forth from her form, scattering in pinpricks through the night.

The golden chains binding her lower body shattered thunderously, and the Holy Maiden slowly stood upright under the support of newfound strength. Her previously vacant eyes regained focus.

Put simply…

The high gleam of her eyes returned.

The Holy Maiden turned her head to look at the young man beside her, a habitual holy smile gracing her lips as she chuckled warmly: “Of course I trust you.”

Xu Shuo’s gaze hardened slightly. He said nothing as he watched her.

The Holy Maiden continued to smile: “Your Holiness the Pope, I know you would never abandon the City of Light. Though we once considered forsaking Him, we ultimately must return to this place for His sake.”

After hearing her words, Xu Shuo lifted his head to gaze at the towering Statue of Light beside them.

“Then we’ll take it with us when the time comes.”

“Hehe…”

The Holy Maiden laughed, hiding her mouth behind her hand as her chest quivered uncontrollably, wholly devoid of any sanctity or regal demeanor befitting her title.

After her laughter subsided, violent coughing consumed her.

She pressed her hand against her forehead, feigning frailty as she leaned exaggeratedly toward Xu Shuo: “Ah~ I nearly died just now, and now I’m suffering from severe blood loss. Your Holiness, please carry me back—”

Without hesitation, Xu Shuo turned and walked away.

The Holy Maiden, mid-fall, staggered upright, stabilizing herself with difficulty.

“So utterly unromantic.”

…

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