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"But it's not bad news. It adds to my gains today."

The man in black robe walked slowly past Ella and looked down at the statue in Evans' hand.

The two long pieces of cloth hanging behind his shoulders fluttered with his steps like a cloak divided into two halves. From top to bottom, they were embroidered with a series of white patterns that evolved from a full moon to a crescent moon.

Where did this pretentious guy come from? This was Ella's first thought, but since the other party could quietly appear in the dungeon under the layers of protection of the temple, he must be no ordinary person.

Therefore, she naturally became extremely alert.

The mysterious man who suddenly appeared admired Evans' miserable appearance, then slowly turned around and cast his gaze on the petite silver-haired girl.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Ella Haiweier, the Chosen One of the Light Gods, the daughter of the Duke of the Empire. She has such a charming appearance, and she is also a master of swordsmanship at the age of only sixteen."

Facing the aggressive gaze, Ella just smiled and said, "I didn't know that you came to my temple to pay a visit, but I didn't entertain you. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

"Haha, you are truly an enviable soul that has received so much love from everyone." The man also showed a playful smile, and the aggression in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Excuse me, your Excellency?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The man patted his head and said, "I am the New Moon Priest of the Full Moon Cult. I send my greetings to you on behalf of the great Moon God."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barely detectable white light flashed through the man's eyes, and invisible ripples penetrated the air between the two of them and went straight into Ella's brows.

This is a magic spell that is activated through the blessing of the god who controls the power of night and the moon. The mental shock that obscures all perceptions will silently destroy the brain of the person who is affected by the spell.

It only took a moment of eye contact for the duel to come to an end. This is the power of the extraordinary realm.

Seeing the girl standing there motionless, the black-robed priest could clearly feel that the magic power he had transmitted to the other's cute head was wreaking havoc, easily destroying everything it touched.

Eliminating those boring inner parts and leaving only the pure skin is the most enjoyable moment for the Full Moon Cult priest every time he kills someone.

I really don't know what those timid guys are afraid of. A girl who has not grown up and doesn't even have the awareness to resist extraordinary spells, isn't it easy to kill her?

But it was thanks to their timidity, otherwise how could this perfect and holy girl, even the life favored by the God of Light, become his exclusive collection.

The black-robed priest couldn't help but lick his lips excitedly, and his hand, trembling with joy, stroked the girl's thin shoulders:

"Don't worry, I will put you by my bed. You will definitely be my most precious work of art..."

"...What are you doing?" Then Ella frowned and slapped the other person's hand away.

The black-robed priest was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was hallucinating. He stretched out his hand again, but was slapped away by Ella again.

The girl took a half step back and looked at the other person with disgust.

Ah? My spell missed the target? The black-robed priest didn't react for a moment. He looked into Ella's eyes and silently cast the strange mental storm spell again.

He absolutely felt that his magic power penetrated the other's forehead, got into the soft and fragile brain and turned it into a paste.

When Ella saw the light in the other person's eyes again, she realized something.

This couldn't be blamed on her. She had never encountered such a concealed extraordinary spell that used divine power, so she was naturally much slower to notice it.

"I was wondering why my head hurts, it turns out it was you who caused it?"

Huh? Do you have a headache?

The black-robed priest was stunned. He clearly felt that the other party's brain had been shattered and turned into a mess.

It's just a slight headache???

"No... Why?!" He couldn't understand this matter that was beyond common sense, and asked a question he had never thought of asking in his life, "Don't you use your brain?"

Chapter 97 Mythology

"You curse again?" Ella was angry. How could this person be so rude?

"No, that's not what I meant... I'm asking sincerely..." The black-robed priest was confused. Even now, he could feel that his magic power was destroying the other person's brain. The sticky brain matter was clearly swirling in the head. How could this saint still be alive and kicking like nothing happened? "Why can you still live without a brain?"

"You're brainless!" The petite silver-haired girl jumped up and punched him.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed priest immediately curled his lips.

madness!

As a swordsman who resorted to a non-threatening attack due to a momentary fit of anger, the full moon divine punishment on his robe would burn the ignorant person who touched it into ashes.

Although he didn't know how this saint misled his magical perception, at this moment, he would be buried by his own arrogance!

Mortals are mortals after all, and they know nothing about extraordinary powers...

Then, Ella's slender and weak fist in his sight suddenly turned into a furry white animal claw.

"boom"

The divine punishment spell was indeed triggered, emitting a faint white light, and then disappearing in an instant like a candle being blown out.

At that moment, the black-robed priest suddenly felt that this might be the feeling if he used his chest to block the rune cannon.

The entire dungeon shook slightly as if there was an earthquake. Even Archbishop Holmes, who was sitting high up in the cathedral office, could see some dust being shaken off the ceiling.

"What happened?" Holmes hurriedly called the servant outside the door to confirm the source of the shock.

In the dungeon under the high tower, the black-robed priest, who was hunched like a shrimp and deeply embedded in a large crack in the wall, had a blank mind.

No...what is this?

What the hell is this thing!? ?

In the blurry vision, a silver-haired girl with red eyes walked towards me slowly. The furry little paw on her right arm looked like the hand of the teddy bear in the store.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you dead?" Ella looked a little worried.

The other party acted very seriously in front of her, so she was also very serious when she took action.

I didn't expect that this guy who looked so awesome was actually so fragile that he couldn't even get his punch out of the wall.

It's so hard to find someone who seems to know something. It would be too abstract if she was accidentally killed with a punch.

"Wow!" The black-robed priest suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ella thought it was some strange magic cast by the other party, so she quickly dodged to the side. After a moment, she realized that the other party seemed to be simply vomiting blood.

"Ah, do you need treatment?" Ella grabbed a group of black tentacles and said with a sneer.

But in the eyes of the black-robed priest, those red eyes that were slightly narrowed with a hint of kindness seemed to be full of mockery and contempt.

"I...I will kill you!!!" The black-robed priest gritted his teeth, suddenly inserted a hand into his chest, and pulled it out fiercely. A beating heart was held in the palm of his hand by the shriveled fingers.

But in the blood vessels on the atrium wall that contracted and expanded, what flowed was not bright red blood but white fluorescence.

Under the guidance of the power of the gods, this heart will cross the void and connect with the object he has locked onto. He has just infused magic power into Ella's brain and has now easily connected all of the other party's organs with magic.

A dazzling halo of light surrounded the heart, like a rising moon in a dark dungeon.

Under Ella's astonished gaze, the black-robed priest crushed the heart in his hand.

An invisible force descended along with the crumbling fragments of moonlight, like countless stars falling from the dark ceiling.

The girl only heard a strange noise coming from her body, and her vision suddenly fell into darkness.

In the sight of the black-robed priest, he could clearly see Ella's crystal eyes shattered as he crushed her heart, blood oozing out of her seven orifices, her body like a rag doll that was roughly twisted into a ball, with her torso and limbs twisted and broken at strange angles.

"It's a pity that the eyes could have been kept, but now they can only be replaced with two glass beads." The black-robed priest wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and laughed wildly, "You can only blame yourself for daring to disobey me!"

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

The blood flowing from Ella's body gradually turned into black mud. Tiny tentacles with dense suction cups drilled out from the broken parts of the girl's body and sprayed mud on the wound.

It was like hair growing in the joints of a hollowed-out puppet, and the lost flesh and blood were slowly woven into shape by these fine tentacles.

A strange "cracking" sound rang in the ears of the black-robed priest. In his wide-open eyes, he saw the shattered girl gradually regaining her human form.

A pair of crystal-like red eyes were pushed out of their sockets by the tentacles in the head. After regaining her vision, Ella tilted her head and looked at the black-robed priest: "Strange, why are you still alive after crushing your own heart?"

The light voice echoed in the cell, like a bell guiding the soul of the black-robed priest towards hell.

Huh? Am I the weird one?

The black-robed priest's mind went blank again. He could no longer understand what he was seeing.

Is this the Holy Maiden of Light?

How can this be?

Mental pollution?

Illusion?

Is this light?

God's choice?

Oh, yes, she is the chosen one.

Ah, I see…

I understand……

So this is the light...

"Oh, sorry." Ella suddenly realized that her vision was crooked. She used her hands to straighten her head, which was drooping on her shoulders due to a broken neck, and made a crisp bubbling sound. "I was wondering why it felt weird. Now I feel much better."

Then, she grabbed the Full Moon Priest with a big hole in his chest, and stuffed the black tentacle ball in her hand into the other's stunned and open mouth.

"Haha..." The Full Moon Priest, whose throat was bulging with tentacles, just stood there in a daze and made meaningless laughter, not caring about the slippery tentacles at all.

Ella couldn't understand what had suddenly happened to this guy. How could he suddenly become like an idiot when he was fine just now?

It was clearly his own heart that he crushed, not his brain, so why did his intelligence disappear along with it?

However, her recovery process was indeed a bit strange. For a moment, she even felt that she was not a human but like... a huge group of tentacles.

She could clearly feel the touch from each tentacle, as if she was controlling thousands of limbs at the same time. Although she had no eyes or ears, she could clearly "see" the void around her through the perception extending from the tentacles.

This was quite different from the feeling when she summoned tentacles. Summoning was just like a mage controlling the summoned creature, but just now she really felt like she had turned into a large group of tentacles.

Fortunately, the feeling didn't last long and it soon returned.

Fortunately, if possible, she still wants to be a normal person.

Ella patted her ordinary chest, but she didn't notice that in the corner of the dungeon, a terrified rat was covering its mouth and shivering in the shadows.

Chapter 98: On the Eve of Departure (End of Volume 2)

What on earth is this!?

It was not until two hours later after he watched the Holy Lady of Light dragging her remains out of the cell that the rat, curled up in the corner, dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

After achieving the extraordinary level with the power of the Moon Goddess, the priests serving the Moon God can plunder the hearts of others and refine them into Horcruxes, thereby storing a part of their souls in them.

And what is stored in this mouse is the last heart of the black-robed priest.

As the fourth-ranked Crescent Moon Priest in the cult, he had the capacity of three hearts in total. So he stored two of the monster hearts that could provide powerful magic in his body, and placed the last weaker one in this agile mouse to help him escape in times of crisis.

If there hadn't been a voice in his head telling him to quickly close all his senses the moment Ella was hit by the spell, he would probably have gone crazy for no apparent reason just like his original body.

When he regained his senses, he just happened to see the silver-haired girl in the blood-stained white clothes holding her head, and then he felt the endless madness and fear coming from the other two souls.

He even gritted his teeth and decisively cut off the connection with the other two hearts, fearing that the strange madness would be transmitted to himself through the connection between souls.

This is too outrageous. How can that thing be called a saint?

That person is not a human being at all... The so-called crowned angel, the chosen one of light, must have become the food of that monster at some point in time...

He glanced at Evans who was still holding the wooden statue. No wonder the high priest had gone so crazy.

The black-robed priest in the form of a rat jumped out of the fence along the wall tremblingly, and then turned into a shadow and ran desperately up the stairs.

After going up a few floors, he saw a Templar Knight in silver armor patrolling the corridor. He was so moved that he felt like he had seen a family member. He turned into a wisp of black smoke and drilled into the interlayer of the other party's armor.

It doesn't matter, I'll just wait for the Templars to change shifts and leave this damn place...

No, we cannot let our guard down. Maybe the entire Loren Cathedral has become the monster's lair... Oh, thinking about it this way, the cathedral, the Loren Cathedral is probably fucking finished.

This country will probably be destroyed soon.

This thing might even go to Morningstar Ridge to be the master of the temple... Oh my God, sooner or later all of them will be doomed.

The black-robed priest felt more and more horrified the more he thought about it, so he quickly applied for leave from the cult after he went out.

He wanted to leave this country, sail out to the sea from Storm Harbor, and go to the Tedehe Federation or the Dongyang Continent or anywhere else, as far away from this place as possible.

He has already seen the endless darkness in the future of this continent.