“Demon Nun, I implore you to stop.”
After a five-second delay, a rotten old voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone winced, including Samimi and Qiqi.
In the blink of an eye, a strange Knight appeared beside Niubao and the Chief.
The reaction was lightning-fast, triggering muscle reflexes and mental resistance with such speed it was almost supernatural.
But even so quick, one hand resting on Niubao’s hand back, pressing down, prevented her from unleashing the Golden Array.
Niubao’s narrowed eyes widened slightly, then she quickly retreated beside Samimi with a series of flowing movements, smooth as flowing clouds, without a wasted move, her judgment perfectly accurate.
Because this was an opponent even her intellect couldn’t handle.
Everyone fixed their eyes to see an unremarkable Church Knight standing behind the Chief—the one who had stopped Niubao.
If there was anything notable, it was that his left arm’s handcuffs were painted blue, and he wore a bulletproof mask obscuring his face.
But Samimi was certain that this protective gear was top-tier.
“He is the Papal Left Hand. The Pope’s personal bodyguard and the Church’s Guardian Deity. Looks like the Church has sent its sharpest blade to protect its granddaughter,” Captain Frolro explained.
Samimi recalled vaguely that this character had appeared in the Illusionary Duel, but only as a background figure, a hidden master within the Church, never truly shown in reality.
Now seeing him in person, it was clear he carried the presence of a true expert—this was a rare, unyielding force.
“Samimi, don’t say a word.”
The voice came from the black-bound Demon Magic Book, which had automatically opened and flipped pages on its own, emanating a deep crimson magical power that spread far and wide.
“Cat Demon Cultist, I have no intention against you,” the Chief said firmly, helping the Chief to his feet.
“Then you should have shown up earlier and pulled that meaningless woman away. If you really are the Church’s Guardian Deity, don’t just stand by and let people with real power get troubled by unqualified others,” Samimi said coldly.
Even knowing the person opposite was the Church’s Guardian Deity, she spoke with such bluntness—it might be reckless, but she couldn’t stay silent.
“I’m not some Guardian Deity. I am the Pope’s Left Hand,” the masked figure said in a low, mysterious voice.
The more enigmatic he was, the more wary Samimi became. People who don’t speak plainly often have strange temperaments, strong abilities, and unknown powers.
At first glance, Samimi’s impression was that he was a stubborn and cold person, but in truth, she knew from experience: if they could win, they fought with all their might. But if facing a stronger opponent, they would accept the reality without hesitation.
Like Saintess Makima, she might look displeased, but she obediently does her duty.
Or like the Magic Academy Headmistress Orly, whose reaction speed surpassed even Niubao’s repeated speed.
There is also great advantage in staying under the wing of a strong person; after all, the three Legendary Skill Books Samimi had obtained were all allocated to herself.
“Now, there shouldn’t be any doubts about our qualifications to explore the Underground City, right? If the Heretical Tribunal Bureau insists on judging us, then wait until we’ve killed all the demons before trying to sentence us,” Samimi said as she closed the black Demon Magic Book, stopped the magic, and returned it to the Warm Room Bookshelf.
“Demon Nun, that is not our intention. We are all people of the Church and can accompany you on your exploration,” the Papal Left Hand invited.
“No, Your Excellency,” Samimi firmly refused. “My support spell can only maintain five people at most. Too many will just get in the way.”
As she spoke, the Enchanted Holy Hammer of Thorns in Niubao’s hand flared with holy flames, dazzling everyone once again.
Samimi turned her back and slowly walked back toward the Judgment Officer’s cabin.
The Demon Magic Knight and Niubao reluctantly followed, retreating to the cabin, but their eyes never left the Judgment Knights.
Though comrades, they clearly did not trust each other.
But the Kingdom Knights watching the scene immediately recognized who could truly accomplish great deeds, the Church Knights with the real talent and that some were just showy superficial Knights.
The Kingdom Knights sneered at the Judgment Knights and left after the show.
This was a severe blow to the young Heretical Tribunal Bureau Chief, Mei Biwenlin, who was stunned and unable to collect herself for a long time.
“Could it be that I’m really useless? Didn’t you say I have the authority to investigate all suspicious clergy?” Mei Biwenlin asked doubtfully.
“Today is your first lesson as Chief. That is, to observe carefully and train your ability to judge people. Learn who can be provoked and who cannot,” the Papal Left Hand said calmly.
“Nobody ever told me Demon Nuns are untouchable. I remember everyone you said I could mess with: the Archbishop, Saintess, Holy Knight Commander,” Mei Biwenlin said, feeling a bit aggrieved.
“Demon Nuns are Saintess Makima’s people, isn’t that obvious?” the Papal Left Hand reprimanded.
“Uh… looking at this lady’s age…” Mei Biwenlin tried to argue.
“Not everyone is like you, always indulging and achieving nothing. We could have worked together, but now you’ve made a fool of yourself. Go back to camp; don’t embarrass yourself here,” the Papal Left Hand continued his scolding.
Chief Mei Biwenlin and the Judgment Knights slunk away, beaten down and humiliated.
“So all the brilliance and glory from the Sword Emotion faction have transferred to these people,” Samimi murmured quietly by the window.
She was now almost certain: no matter how many people the Demon Magic Bureau sent, they would still use others as cannon fodder. And those cannon fodder were the Heretical Tribunal Bureau.
Except for Chief Mei Biwenlin, all the other Judgment Knights seemed doomed, including the one who saved the Chief, it felt impossible for them to survive this dungeon run.
Perhaps she had inherited Qiqi Quan’s burden of outliving her entire team—everyone died, but she lived on, bearing a heavy responsibility and painful growth. Another shining star born from hardship.
Don’t be fooled by Chief Mei Biwenlin’s current brashness; in a few chapters, she won’t be able to keep up this act.
Going to fight Blood Ghosts in light armor? Are your legs broken? Or have you never faced real danger? Well, if you had, you wouldn’t be so reckless.
But still, one phrase stuck with Samimi…
“It’s none of my concern.”
She closed the window and returned inside, continuing her quiet muttering.
She was not some transcendent savior of Yabaxi, just a small book traveler.
Realizing if it weren’t for herself, this group would definitely bully her three demon Knights sisters—this bitterness toward them flashed through her heart briefly.
If you want to die, then die on your own terms, don’t waste my eyes.
This is a dungeon dungeon, not the core dungeon; the dungeon is the core.
“If it weren’t for little Miss Samimi’s help, we wouldn’t have known what to do,” Captain Frolro said with a smile.
“If they want you to go astray, then go as far as you can. Do you think this is a good thing?” Samimi teased.
“How can that be?” Captain Frolro protested.
“If it weren’t for my holy flames, you’d just be feeding Blood Ghosts,” Samimi sneered coldly.
“Miss Samimi, do you know Blood Ghosts’ abilities?” Captain Frolro asked. “But I remember you said before you didn’t fully understand the Blood Clan’s powers.”
“Of course that was to fool you,” Samimi said with a small hand gesture.
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