The Rain Domain Maiden was descending right in front of the dark obsidian gate and the New Demon Sword’s path, reciting a sincere prayer, a memorial to Ji Xin’s past glory.
Even Samimi, who was usually carefree, shameless, and thick-skinned, felt an unprecedented sense of holiness in this place, realizing it was closely tied to her own profession and identity.
“I heard you’re the Pig Demon Nun of the late Church. Who did you inherit your role from in the New Demon Division?” The Gun Saintess slowly approached, facing the Black Gate, questioning Samimi in a calm, level tone.
“Inheritance? Just some old retired Old Reverend gave me his spare equipment. I never imagined that would bring me so much trouble. I didn’t even bring it to the Royal City,” Samimi replied.
“Young people have no sense of proportion. You have no idea what we sacrificed to seal the Immortal King. Nearly the entire order of Pig Demon Nuns was wiped out—only Chief Old Reverend survived. Our Kunyan Society was formed to protect his legacy.” The Gun Saintess spoke coldly.
“If your organization was a bit more capable, I wouldn’t have had to keep the Demon Slaying Blade at home. If you could have contacted me in time, I wouldn’t have had to suffer all this. Shows that you’re just a bunch of people who only know how to talk and congratulate yourselves with empty words,” Taomimi scolded without mercy.
“You’ve overstepped your bounds too many times—I cannot tolerate your insolence!” The Gun Saintess gritted her teeth in anger but, unable to find a retort, could only threaten harshly.
“Living in the past, fearing change, hiding like a turtle. You have physical strength, but it’s useless if you know nothing and only stand here barking empty words and praying to gods. Let me be clear: I never believed in any god—because I am my own god,” Samimi retorted, her voice rising.
Her direct defiance left the Gun Saintess frozen and speechless, her expression shifting rapidly.
Still, she could not find a comeback.
“You really say the most outrageous things,” the Rain Domain Maiden commented from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the scene.
“I have something even more shocking to say: from start to finish, I think Saintess Makima is right. Sure, she’s not a good person, but she’s honest. If she’d run away, wouldn’t she have left you to deal with the mess alone?” Taomimi’s mood grew bolder underground—she said whatever crossed her mind.
After all, everyone could see that the Saintesses of the Holy Word Society had long been removed from the Church’s hierarchy. No one could control them now, so they might as well be sent to guard the sewers—out of sight, out of mind.
Their position in the Church was much like that of the Heretical Magicians at the Magic Academy: believers, but outcasts—scapegoats shunned by all.
“If you didn’t have your privileges, I wouldn’t even bother with you.” Taomimi raised her Runic Staff, its runes glowing and radiating a steamy heat.
The Gun Saintess had wanted to argue further, her anger surging, but at the sight of the white flames atop the staff, the fire in her heart cooled considerably.
She regained her composure, pointing at Samimi: “If you want our privileges, then defeat me. All that tough talk of yours is useless.”
As her words fell, the heat enchantment on the Runic Staff dissipated, replaced by Magic Enchantment. In the blink of an eye, dozens of waves of Magic Sword Aura slashed forth.
Looks like she’d have to pay the price for asking the Headmistress to buff her magic before. At first, she thought the Legendary Spell was pretty ordinary, but in real combat, it was surprisingly handy—whether for teammates or herself, it always yielded good results.
Because, after all, it was a mid- to long-range attack spell. Naturally, its power wasn’t overwhelming—
But it was fast and could be fired in succession, making it ideal for continuous harassment attacks.
Perfect for Samimi, whose skills were all one-hit-kill moves. She couldn’t always open with something as draining as Twin Goddess Descent—it would consume too much magic power and take a toll on her body.
“Take this! Take this! Take this! Take this!”
Now with Magic Enchantment, Samimi unleashed a storm of basic attacks, a simple yet effective strategy for wearing down her opponent.
Of course, this kind of basic magic attack couldn’t possibly harm the Gun Saintess. She simply stood her ground, letting Samimi hit her at will, arms behind her back, as a completely transparent Magic Shield appeared around her.
It seemed she was a Heretical Magician well-versed in Magic Shield—at first glance, her true talents were hidden.
Anyone with real experience could tell: to have trained Magic Shield to this level was already almost unmatched.
“Who hasn’t been young and reckless? But mouthing off without the strength to back it up only makes you look ridiculous. You’re not qualified to judge the Kunyan Society.” The Gun Saintess flicked her wrist, releasing a burst of magical power so intense that Samimi was forced to stagger back, struggling to stay on her feet.
“Samimi, you really crashed and burned. As cocky as you sounded before, now you’re just as embarrassed,” she scolded herself inwardly.
The Peach Saintess and Saintess Makima were evenly matched in strength. In terms of raw combat power, the former might even be stronger.
She could hold her own against the Sword Maiden only by using the terrain and advantages. But facing the Gun Saintess, the difference in strength was something she couldn’t bridge, no matter how she tried.
“Maybe you’re a rare genius, but you’re also an arrogant brat. There are plenty of talents in the world. Today, your first lesson is to learn humility: there’s always someone better, always a higher mountain. Let me show you the true meaning of magic!”
The Gun Saintess raised her hand, and the silver gun beside her floated automatically into her grasp.
“[Magic Realm Lotus Sunlight]!”
She struck the ground with her gun, unleashing a flood of magical power that surged through the underground cathedral—a prelude to a truly grand battle.
Her magic erupted, spreading wildly and rapidly condensing into an incredible Mirage. Countless phantom Magic Power Soldiers appeared around her, forming a grand and imposing infantry phalanx.
It was worth noting that in this otherworld, eighty percent of so-called knights didn’t have horses. Without horses, how could they be called cavalry?
Originally, “knight” was simply a prestigious term for those aspiring to rise above others—not a specific military unit.
So, most of the “knights” here were actually heavy infantry.
Of course, there were also Heretical Judge Knights in light armor and even Valkyries in cloth armor who ignored defense altogether.
History had its quirks; everything was jumbled, with no unified terminology.
“Do you see? This is the true meaning of magic. Do you know what spell this is? This is—” The Gun Saintess was about to explain with great confidence.
“Enough, spare me the lecture—I know. Save your breath,” Samimi cut her off.
It was obvious—this was a Magic Domain, and a powerful one at that. The conjured Mirage was even more realistic than the Lion King’s Magic Domain. Every Magic Power Soldier looked entirely solid.
You couldn’t judge the strength of magical constructs by ordinary standards. If they were just regular human spear soldiers, Samimi could easily wipe them out.
But each Magic Power Soldier equaled a mobile Magic Shield. They only looked human—really, they weren’t. Don’t be fooled—if you tried to clear the soldiers, you’d fall right into the trap.
Yet, not clearing them meant you’d never get to the Gun Saintess—a real Iron Turtle Domain.
“Don’t pretend to be disinterested! I’m trying to teach you higher domain magic knowledge! I’m putting money in your pocket!” The Gun Saintess was clearly frustrated at being interrupted.
“She says she studied at the Continental Magic Academy, so maybe she knows a little about domains,” the Rain Domain Maiden commented from the side, spectating.
“A little? I’ve fought three young geniuses at the Continental Magic Academy, all among the top of their generation,” Samimi boasted, waving her hand.
Not even the Rain Domain Maiden believed her, her expression subtly skeptical.
“Liar!” the Gun Saintess pointed at her, completely lacking in manners.
“I admit, you’re not bad, which is why I wanted you to join us. But your attitude stinks—you need to rein it in,” the Rain Domain Maiden advised kindly, poking her head over.
“Just you wait!” Samimi couldn’t stand their casual scorn anymore.
Of course, in the conventional sense, this was the classic webnovel moment: the protagonist is underestimated, then suddenly reveals their true strength.
But in Samimi’s case, it was a little different—she never meant to play the pig to eat the tiger.
She was obviously telling the truth, but no one believed her. It was infuriating.
Fine! Enough waiting! No more holding back—she’d face them head-on!
“[Domain Twin Goddess].”
Suddenly, a special deep-red magic circle appeared on the ground. Streams of strange energy flowed from within, and a pair of stunning, extraordinary Twin Goddess statues slowly rose as if descending from the heavens.
As the spreading crimson magic began to pull and even encroach upon the Gun Saintess’s own Domain, her eyes widened in shock. She stood rooted to the spot, disbelief written all over her face.
There was no doubt—this was also a Magic Domain!
Even the always-playful Rain Domain Maiden was speechless, her expression growing grave.
“Why so quiet now? Cat got your tongue?” Samimi flicked her ear, asking mockingly.
As she spoke, the surge of magical power wove itself around her, forming an exoskeleton behind her back, lifting her into the air.
“You should’ve saved yourselves some dignity. You’re no different from those self-important clerics above—birds of a feather, utterly disgusting.”
True, Samimi couldn’t fly, but her abilities let her use her own magical vines to lift herself midair, like an invisible wire, looking down imperiously at the two Saintesses of the Holy Word Society.