Samimi found herself inside a small hall among the ruins of the city, with a long, lavish dining cabinet in the center, upon which flickered a strange and pallid disaster flame.
The atmosphere was gloomy and cold, killing intent filling the air, mingling with a sharp and mountainous odor.
She distinctly remembered walking into the city’s grand hall, but her body had been teleported to an unknown, desolate little chamber.
“Teleportation Array, Spatial Transfer. How could I have fallen for such a simple trick?” Samimi felt a headache coming on and patted her chest.
She had completely forgotten that the Singing Blood Ghost Queen excelled in constructing alternate spaces and transfer magic.
They had been transferred here by her, and yet she hadn’t realized the queen could manipulate the entrances and exits so easily? What a blunder.
This step didn’t exist in the original Crimson Court Dungeon, but that couldn’t be her excuse. Just because something wasn’t written in the book didn’t mean she shouldn’t anticipate it—thinking like that would only get her killed sooner. But there was no use dwelling on it.
She needed to quickly figure out how to handle the crisis before her and not lose her composure.
“Damn—” Samimi took in a sharp breath; the temperature in this little hall was unusually low, chilling her to the bone.
However, as someone from another world, her physique was far more resilient than modern people’s—she could regulate her own body temperature.
Ever since she’d arrived here, she hadn’t felt any extreme changes in cold or heat; she could wear a Nun’s robe everywhere without any problem.
Unless, of course, the temperature was truly abnormal, like right now. “Kuhuhu—” An eerie, bell-like girl’s laugh rang out beside her, yet Samimi couldn’t discern the exact direction of the sound.
Whether it was the madly spreading bloody cold or the thunderous noise, it revealed the intruder’s position. In a spot that should have been empty, a blonde girl appeared, wearing an outrageously revealing, blood-red cheongsam.
She stood tall and straight, barely clothed, her important parts barely concealed, her eyes gleaming with a malicious gaze as she stared at Samimi like a child sizing up a new toy.
Among all the beauties Samimi had ever seen, this blonde girl was the only one whose looks could rival the stunning Lin Nancy. In short, she looked so dazzlingly inhuman—there was not a trace of humanity about her.
There was no need to ask; this was the manifested in physical form.
She’d walked straight into the heart of the Dungeon and landed right in front of the final BOSS. Worse, she’d fallen into their trap, her companions all separated—she was left alone to solo the BOSS? “Come, come, welcome, welcome, Divine Official.”
The Will of the Queen lowered her elegant hand, her beautifully manicured fingers drifting idly, every movement filled with an unnatural grace.
“Queen—no, I should call you Krul Lafitte.” Samimi’s divine staff glimmered faintly with holy light, dispelling the freezing air. Yet another ostentatious name—her status and power were clearly extraordinary. Still, this was just the Will of the Female Vampire Queen.
Her true body remained trapped in the coffin, so her strength was only a tenth of her complete form. But even so, the Queen’s Will was no easy opponent; she specialized in using magic to probe the hearts of others, impossible to guard against. Originally, the Queen’s Will—Krul—was meant to be dealt with by another powerful character, that was the chubby knight Kiki.
“You’ve really backed me into a corner, Divine Official.”
Krul’s holy smile faded as she observed Samimi, eyes growing cold. “That’s not our goal. We want to shatter your will completely. I’ve calculated—at minimum, it’ll take you four hundred years to gather a single fragment of your will again, like a fingernail’s worth, and another eighteen hundred years to recover to your current, almost playful state,” Samimi said with a laugh.
“Enough!” Krul suddenly slammed the table. The Nun’s words erased her smile, her expression growing anxious, though she quickly relaxed again.
“Flustered, are you?” Samimi sneered.
“How did you see through all my schemes? Why do you seem to know me so well? How can you have a counter to everything I do?” Krul demanded.
“Do you really think I’d answer your questions?” Samimi raised her little hand.
“Kuhuhu, no matter, once I eat you, I’ll be able to read all your memories and know the answer myself.” Krul rose slowly, her face turning sinister, hiding nothing. She knew she couldn’t get anything from this little Nun through conversation; trying would only risk being ensnared herself.
“Tsk, not a single companion left by your side. Let’s see how you’ll fight me.” Even so, Krul couldn’t help but add a final jab.
“What did you do to my companions?” Samimi asked.
“Don’t worry. Once I’ve eaten you, I’ll eat them all one by one as well. I’ve trapped them with Illusion spells, separated every last one. Don’t expect them to come back and save you. I’ve been watching you for a long time. Once you’re gone, there’s no one left to help me. Without companions, Divine Official…”
Krul chuckled maliciously, her little hand already restlessly scraping at her own skin, her nails trailing down hard.
“So that’s how it is…” Samimi, hearing that her friends were not in mortal danger, let out a breath. The Demon Magic Book at her waist leapt into the air, pages turning rapidly, a bizarre, deep red mana pouring forth to resist the oppressive bloody chill.
Not only was she blocking it, but her power was even fighting back, turning the little hall into a space for gathering and nurturing magic power.
“You!” Krul was visibly furious, her face full of disbelief.
“You seem to have said something interesting. Let me think…” Samimi smiled faintly. “You said that without companions, I’m just a useless Divine Official, right?”
“You don’t think you can beat me on your own, do you?” Krul tried to sound fierce, grinding her teeth. This strange, sinister red mana was everywhere, brimming with life force, making her feel intensely uncomfortable.
“So, you thought the thing I was wearing at my waist was just decoration? Makes sense—back when you could still walk the mainland, you wouldn’t have seen a sword like this, would you? Do you know what this is? This is the Slaying Demon Sword, sealed by the Immortal King himself,” Samimi said, unable to hold back a pleased laugh, as her little hand slowly reached behind her and drew out the new demon-slaying sword.
Though she’d gone straight to the BOSS fight, Samimi felt not a shred of panic—if anything, this was a good thing.
Honestly, what she feared most was not being able to find the BOSS, not fighting it. Because the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts’ Will BOSS fight was a grand game of hide-and-seek with many special mechanics.
The Human Race heroes needed to search every corner of the castle, chasing the Queen’s Will entity all over, finally cornering her in despair, with all sorts of maddening illusions and traps hindering them along the way. The only word for this fight was… disgusting.
“Don’t make me laugh! I’ll drain every last drop of your blood!” Krul’s face twisted completely, her form turning monstrous as she lunged, transforming into a swirl of blood and launching her attack.
“Let me show you why they call me the Demon-Hunting Nun!” Samimi kicked off the dining table and soared straight into the fray, unleashing her swordsmanship without hesitation.