Chapter 430: No Gods in the Dragon Country (Part 2)
“Who is this? The cold and immense aura emanating from her makes me tremble.”
Looking at the suddenly appearing figure, Slim Monkey Shadow’s face showed a look of lingering fear. He stomped his foot on the water puddle, and with a “whoosh,” he landed on the dilapidated building. He then looked into the distance, and under the light of the skill, he seemed to see the white fur on the shoulder pad. A look of relief then appeared on his face, and he waved to his side at the equally nervous shallow cultists.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s the Black-clad Bishop from before. She’s probably here with our Priest to stop the Tiger Demon from killing everyone.”
As if relieved, a smile reappeared on his face. He looked forward with his hands behind his back, thinking that it wasn’t too difficult for a Bishop-level expert to handle such a monster.
The first to notice the sudden movement were the shallow cultists under the energy shields. Their faces showed expressions of surviving a disaster. At the same time, even the Battle King-level Tiger Demon, with its raised hand, froze in mid-air, looking in the direction of the sounds with surprise.
The bone-chilling cold made the Tiger Demon’s expression soften slightly. Even the Ancient God Sect Leader who had negotiated with him earlier couldn’t compare to this strength.
Who is she?
If it was the Dragon Country government sending people to剿, this person’s aura was something he had never felt before.
Curious about the identity of the approaching person, neither did Twelve. Twelve slightly turned her head and found the other party walking towards her. Seeing the clothes unique to the Ancient God Sect on her, her heart sank.
“Ancient God Sect clothes… is it the Priest from before?”
Before she could think further, she felt a cold touch on her cheek. She looked up slightly, and frost leaves, like butterflies, descended from above her head.
Is this her skill?
The coolness filled her entire body. Just as Twelve thought it was some kind of harmful skill, in the next second, she felt every cell in her body come alive again. Her eyes widened abruptly…
The petite figure walked unhurriedly. After a few seconds, she passed through the crowd and, holding a three-foot-long green sword, stood beside Twelve. She slightly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the giant fist gathering power in the air.
“Your mission is over. Disperse the energy shields.”
The petite figure suddenly spoke, patting Twelve on the shoulder. Her voice was very gentle, not at all the coldness she expected from the Ancient God Sect Leader. She then stood in front of her again, as if ready to take the full force of the giant fist.
“Okay, be careful. That Tiger Demon might be an Intermediate Battle King, a Commander-class monster.”
Twelve was slightly stunned and dispersed the energy shields. She looked at the other’s back. The petite figure formed a stark contrast with the towering presence opposite her.
Does she think of me as a cultist?
But shouldn’t she be with those seasoned members of the Ancient God Sect who were just watching? Never mind, it should be enough to stall until the team leader arrives.
Su Jiu did not look back at Twelve’s reminder. She simply brought her two fingers together and gently stroked the sword, as if a sword’s cry echoed in the rainy night.
“I must kill these people today. If you dare to stop me, I’ll smash you to death along with them!”
The Battle King-level Tiger Demon also came back to its senses, its face showing anger. As the cold shout sounded.
“Boom!”
The long-accumulated punch was unleashed with a powerful force, like lightning flashing in the rainy night, striking Su Jiu heavily. The sharp whistling sound of the tearing wind reverberated through the ruined building, causing discomfort and a stinging sensation to some people’s eardrums.
“Is this the power of a Battle King-level Lord demon?!”
Twelve and her sibling trembled at the divine-like power. Even an ordinary Intermediate Battle King would find it difficult to face this alone, yet Su Jiu’s figure had not moved, only making a sword-drawing posture.
Seeing her actions, the shallow cultists could only show expressions of despair. Why would this Priest from before, who was with them, be so overconfident? Didn’t she see the fist that was like divine power…
“Screech—”
However, it was too late to remind her. The massive fist, carrying white light, pressed down. Where the fist light passed, the air in the sky fled in all directions, making the space appear extremely distorted!
“Blade Draw Slash!”
In mere moments, it arrived before everyone’s eyes. Su Jiu’s figure finally reacted. With a casual laugh, her arm trembled, and the long sword was drawn out frantically. The sword light transformed into a silver-white dragon shape, charging upwards as if a dragon roared.
“Clang—”
“Roar!!”
With this simple and unadorned sword strike, the surrounding rainwater seemed to condense into frost, like blooming ice plum blossoms. Carrying the white dragon, it was imbued with the power of green frost and snow, rushing forward to meet the heavenly white fist light.
“Rumble!”
White Dragon Slashes Snow Plum!
The fluctuations of the two attacking energies collided abruptly in the gaze of countless narrowed eyes. After a brief silence, a thunderous explosion resounded through the sky. Immediately, a sharp cold wind surged from that spot, sweeping the ice shards in all directions!
Under the gaze of countless eyes, a silver-white slash seemed to howl towards the sky. The Tiger Demon’s massive body swayed and then retreated a few steps.
“Bang.”
In the next moment, the black furry arm, comparable to a pillar, slid from its shoulder. At the cut, a faint icy glow could be seen, like snow plum blossoms blooming in a winter night, arrogant and noble.
“How dare a beast run amok in a place where humans reside!”
Su Jiu, observing from a distance, smiled faintly, pointing her sword at the Tiger Demon. The fluffy white fur on her shoulder pad fluttered with the falling snow. A chilling aura intermittently emanated from the black Bishop’s robe, like a true demoness.
At this moment, silence reigned!
“My lord, spare my life! I will leave now.”
Feeling the faint murderous intent, the Battle King-level Demon Tiger dared not linger. It didn’t even bother with its arm and, with a face full of terror, turned into a black light and shot into the sky.
This human is too terrifying, not comparable to those Priests of the Ancient God Sect at all.
“Is this the Black-clad?”
The Slim Monkey gulped. With just one sword strike, an arm of the Battle King-level Lord demon was severed. However, he was also relieved that the other party had arrived in time. Otherwise, if these humans and animals died, he wouldn’t be able to explain to Archbishop Qiyun.
Twelve looked at the sinister back, her heart trembling. She saw the golden cross necklace on the other’s neck. This girl was not a Priest at all, but a top-tier expert of Bishop level!
“This is a Divine Envoy, she’s wearing the Divine Envoy’s clothes!”
“The gods have not abandoned us!!”
The silence in the ruined area lasted for a moment before being broken by the voices of the shallow cultists. Their faces were filled with renewed excitement, as if their crumbling faith could be rebuilt.
Twelve helped Mr. Glasses up. The two dared not speak and only looked at Su Jiu’s back with apprehension, fearing that if Su Jiu was in a bad mood, she would kill them directly.
Su Jiu put E Huo into the Spiritual Space. She turned her head slightly, ignoring the shallow cultists, and looked up and down Twelve. Her gaze then swept over the low-level Tiger Demons who had been killed. She asked with a slight smile, “You protected these people. I can apply for rewards for you, such as money or promotions…”
Looking at the girl’s face, which was like a snow elf, Twelve swallowed hard, forcing herself to squeeze out a smile. “Protecting shallow cultists is our duty as cultists, my lord. You don’t need to reward us.”
Hearing this, Su Jiu raised an eyebrow. The other party had clearly misunderstood her meaning. Just as she was about to speak, Slim Monkey Shadow leaped down from the dilapidated building and came to her side with the seasoned cultists. He pointed at the two and said mockingly,
“Bishop, don’t be fooled by them. These two are not cultists, but…”
“Cops.”
He paused, his smile growing stronger, unaware that Su Jiu had turned to look at him, her expression like she was looking at a dead person.
With her identity revealed by Slim Monkey Shadow, Twelve’s face turned pale. She shifted her gaze from his smug face to Su Jiu’s murderous one, feeling a slight bitterness in her heart.
It seems fate cannot be escaped…
“My lord, they are not from our faction. It’s natural not to believe them. I can have these shallow cultists prove it.”
Seeing that Su Jiu hadn’t responded, Slim Monkey Shadow was slightly taken aback. Then he waved his hand and shouted to those below with a smile, “Most of you weren’t really hurt, were you? That old man from before was captured by the Divine Envoy for purification because he had impure thoughts.”
“You are all chosen people tested by our sect’s gods. By rights, you should all become Divine Servants. But there are two demons among you. Who can point them out as obstructors—now, who will become the first Divine Servant!”
Hearing Slim Monkey Shadow’s voice, the shallow cultists showed slight hesitation. For a moment, no one stepped forward to accuse them. They weren’t stupid; they had just witnessed what happened. But a messenger of the gods had indeed appeared…
After several inner struggles, the long-haired youth from before suddenly raised his hand, pointed at Twelve, and said to Su Jiu and the others, “My lord, they are indeed people sent by the country. I can vouch for it!”
Hearing this, Twelve slightly turned her head, staring intently at him, her fists clenched to the point of turning white. The college student Priest who had helped her lowered his head, afraid that he would reveal his name.
“Very good, come here… You are the first Divine Servant of this divine occasion.”
After saying that, with Slim Monkey’s smiling nod, he ran to their side. Seeing the puzzled expressions of the other shallow cultists, he let out a sigh of relief. Such an opportunity to be the first to eat the crab was rare…
“Bishop, you believe me now, right?” Slim Monkey lowered his body, disregarding the rain, and took out a dagger, pointing it at Twelve. He chuckled, “Beauty, I originally wanted to spare your life, but now that the Bishop is here, you can’t escape…”
Glancing at him, Su Jiu raised her fingernails, which were covered in frost, and revealed a playful smile. She lightly asked the crowd, “Do you really believe that gods exist in the world?”
The shallow cultists dared not answer, only secretly looking at Su Jiu or waiting for her to give an answer with anticipation. Twelve looked at the frost, bit her dry lips, and decided to stop pretending. After taking a deep breath, she turned and shouted, “Everyone, there are no gods in the world! They are just powerful monsters or otherworldly beings forming various cults to spread propaganda!”
The heavy rain continued to fall. Twelve’s not-too-loud voice echoed there. Most of the shallow cultists understood this, but their courage and energy did not allow them to speak out.
Mr. Glasses placed a hand on Twelve’s body. He looked at the golden cross on Su Jiu’s neck, his eyes darkened. In the next moment, he also raised his head and forced a smile, saying, “I’m sorry, there are no gods in the Dragon Country.”
Hearing Mr. Glasses’s words, Su Jiu narrowed her eyes and looked. The face, like a snow elf, suddenly smiled, and she asked softly, “What are your names?”
“Cough cough… No names, just nobodies.”
Mr. Glasses coughed dryly. He felt the snow leaves flying onto him with surprise, as if his injuries had healed considerably. What did she mean by that? He then casually smiled, “If you must call us something, she’s Twelve, and I’m Seven.”
After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly. In front of a Bishop-level expert, they couldn’t escape and could only wait for death.
“That’s right. In the Dragon Country, even gods have to become humans.”
In the next moment, Su Jiu’s words made him and Twelve tremble slightly. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at the snow elf-like girl in front of him. A normal Black-clad Bishop would never say that…
“Because… this is a country where gods are forbidden.”
