A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Do angels need a human to say such things to comfort themselves?

Seeing Afrena's sour face, Betley simply shrugged.

"It's quite difficult to destroy this thing," Beatrix said, looking a little worried.

I never expected to encounter a processed magic lock stone.

"By the way, why did this cult arrest you?" Betty asked.

The person involved may tell you a lot of information.

Unfortunately, Xiaoxue didn't know anything about it.

"I don't know, they just worship me." Xiaoxue sighed.

"Then they sacrificed their own kind in front of me."

Suddenly, the atmosphere around us became much more oppressive.

"So they really did use people as sacrifices." Betley's expression looked a little scary, which startled Xiaoxue.

"I'm indifferent to this kind of ritual," Xiaoxue said, indicating that she doesn't like such rituals.

"Do you remember how they caught you?"

"You're a dragon, why were you defeated?"

Betley chose to ask some simple questions.

"..." Xiaoxue pondered for a long time.

“Those humans were originally very weak,” He said.

"But for some reason, as the fight went on, they suddenly became stronger."

"It wouldn't matter if one or two people became stronger, but almost all of them unleashed their power."

Xiaoxue fell silent and did not continue speaking.

"Oh? You were defeated after your power surged? Even dragons find this power troublesome..." Betley pondered.

Having access to all the resources the Dragon Claw Cult possessed, Betley was convinced that they had powerful backers.

Betley didn't ask any further questions; he already had enough information.

He began trying to break the chains.

However, before Betley could achieve anything, an elderly man in a robe walked into the altar.

The hood of the robe did not completely cover the old man's face.

He is the last elder of the Dragon Claw Cult, and can also be said to be the strongest fighter in the Dragon Claw Cult at present.

"Get away from the sacred white dragon!" the elder roared.

Seeing Betley so close, the elder was furious.

"Looks like someone from the higher-ups? Today seems to be my lucky day." Betley laughed morbidly.

Betley stood up and didn't continue unlocking Xiaoxue's door.

Eliminating the cultists is Beatley's top priority.

Afrena raised an eyebrow and pushed him away from a distance.

She recognized Beatley in this state; Beatley was now very bloodthirsty.

Avrena didn't want to be accidentally injured.

"Lucky day? No, it's your death anniversary." The elder didn't sense any strong magic from Betley.

They also lacked the powerful divine strength that belonged to clergy.

Therefore, the elders assumed that Beatrix was a mouse that had accidentally wandered in.

But was Betley really a rat?

of course not.

"The Claws of the Plague Source"

Venomous beast claws covered Betley's right arm.

"I hope I don't die so soon. I still have some questions to ask." A strange smile curved the corners of Betley's mouth.

They looked at the elder as if he were a dead man.

"Divine magic? What church are you from?!" The elder's expression changed drastically when he suddenly noticed the divine power that Betley was unleashing.

He mistook Beatley for someone from a church.

Unfortunately, Beatrix was an abeliever.

"It's a pity, it's not any church."

"The Phantom of the Moon Wolf"

"Shadow Gate Crossing"

The next second, Betley vanished from his spot, leaving only the sound of his trench coat fluttering.

A shadow, bathed in the faint moonlight, flickered within the narrow space of the altar.

It was still noon, yet there was eerily moonlight shining through.

Betley immediately used his most familiar set of divine spells.

The Dragon Claw Cult elder was caught completely off guard and was struck directly by a punch.

"Thump!!!!!" The elder's hunched body was smashed out of the altar's gate.

Betley stood in the spot where the elder had originally been and waved his right arm.

The venom flowing like lava from the surface of the beast's claws splashed onto the wall, instantly corroding it.

However, the battle doesn't seem to be over anytime soon.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!" A hoarse roar came from outside the altar.

“After all, he’s a high-ranking member of the cult,” Beatrix said with a sinister grin, showing no sign of nervousness. “Who sent you to sabotage our plans!” A deep, thunderous voice rang out from outside the door.

"Boom!!!" The altar door was smashed open, revealing the enormous body behind it.

A three-meter-tall humanoid creature crashed into the altar and stood in front of Betley.

The Dragon Claw Sect elder, who was originally an old man, suddenly changed his appearance.

Its body swells up and is then covered with keratin, forming thick scales.

Dark, sharp claws extended from all four limbs, and huge fleshy membranous wings grew from their backs.

Its head also transformed into the shape of a dragon.

The elder opened his gaping maw and roared at Betley.

However, he showed signs of being poisoned and looked somewhat disheveled.

Betley's punch just now wasn't just brute force.

“You really don’t listen to people. I’ve already told you that my church isn’t even that,” Beatrix said coldly.

Even if Betley says he wasn't sent by anyone, the elders won't believe him.

He immediately filled in a series of purposes and backgrounds for Beattie.

How could someone without faith possibly use divine magic?

However, the elder did not use divine magic, but a special transformation spell.

After all, the Dragon Claw Cult worships not gods, but dragons.

Do you think I would believe that?

"Since you've barged in, then die!" The elder, now in his half-dragon form, spoke with a somewhat irritable tone.

Betley chuckled, suddenly finding the old man in front of him somewhat comical.

But Beatrix's smile grew increasingly sinister.

"Stand still where you are," Beatrix's ghostly voice reached the elder's ears.

Countless lines suddenly appeared from all around, entangled around the half-dragon monster.

"The Weaver's Thread"

The elders of the Dragon Claw Cult tried to break free from these seemingly delicate threads, but found themselves unable to move.

"Boom—" Unable to break free by brute force, he used his breath to burn away the threads.

High-temperature flames spewed from that gaping maw, scorching the threads on its body.

But the next moment, something strange happened.

The threads forked the moment the flames appeared, and the forked threads became entangled in the flames.

The intangible flames were somehow entangled and eventually twisted into a ball.

Flames burst forth from the gaps between the threads, but that was all.

The elder was like a fire that had gone silent; he could no longer exhale.

"!?!" The elder's lizard eyes revealed astonishment, and even a hint of fear.

Betley slowly walked up to the elder, and as he did so, blue flames ignited on his left arm.

In the flames, some armor was faintly visible.

Most of the blue flames dissipated, leaving only a single tongue of fire raging on Beatrix's left arm.

After the blue flames dissipated, the armor underneath was revealed.

"The Arm of the Evil Emperor Dragon"

With the elder unable to move, Betley has ample time to launch his attack.

Betley slowly and deliberately squatted down, gathering strength in his left arm.

"Aren't you going to pray?" Betley scoffed.

"If you don't pray, you'll never have a chance."

"Roar!!!" The elder did not answer, but roared and kept trying to break free from the threads.

With his efforts, the thin threads seemed to be loosening.

But it was too late.

Betley lunged forward, threw a punch, and blue flames erupted from his left arm, seemingly trying to devour everything around him.

The left fist, covered in armor, slammed into the elder's abdomen.

The abdomen of the half-dragon was visibly sunken, and blood gushed from the elder's throat.

"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The elder who was hit was once again blasted off the altar.

A fierce wind, mixed with blue flames, blew the gate and the wall away.

The flames, like wild beasts, raged and spread all around, scorching the walls black.

The elder, still flying backwards, wore a pained expression.

Those eerie flames were devouring his body.

Despite the dragon's formidable fire resistance, it was powerless against this wisp of blue flame.

The midday sun shone on his body, casting a shadow on the ground.

A beast's claw emerged from the shadows.

The beast's claws were dripping with deadly poison and exuded an ominous aura.

The beast's claw grabbed the elder's retreating body and slammed him to the ground.

"Thump!!!" The elder's body landed on the ground, creating a deep crater.

The elder was tormented by flames and venom.

"Aaaaaah!!!" The enormous body began to writhe, its dragon skin charred black.