“What is this burning heat?”
“Merciful! Merciful, indeed!”
The Holy Knights were dazzled by a blinding flash, and in an instant, they were swallowed up and swept away by the Sunfire Bramble.
They could feel the scorching of sun and smoke, but their bodies weren’t harmed too much. This seemed to be a spiritual assault, a test of their faith.
Usually, their Holy Knight swords could easily slice through those magical brambles, yet this time, every single Sunfire Bramble was as strong as steel, not so easily broken through.
Yet the old Sword Saint stood completely still, not moving from his place, seemingly with no intention of stepping forward, letting the Sunfire Bramble spirits weave around him, leaving him untouched.
The Sunfire Brambles kept lashing at the other Holy Knights, but never attacked the old Holy Knight, nor the Royal-exclusive advisor Phersansa—she was only gently pushed aside by the warm brambles.
“Senior! What are you doing? Why aren’t you moving? Could it be you’ve also joined them?” A young Holy Knight, seeing the old one dazing off, cried out in shock.
He was an old friend, an ancient guardian of Saintess Makima—a Holy Knight named Atrey.
As for the others, Holy Knights were still Holy Knights, and not so easy to defeat. One after another, they stood their ground against the Sunfire Bramble thickets, withstanding the pain like a Sunfire Spirit Body, quickly searching for a way to break through with their skills and magic.
Soon enough, they found a solution: take down the ringleader first.
All the Holy Knights fixed their eyes on the Nun of Atonement who stood at the center, gathering all their strength. They leapt toward her, Holy Knight swords gleaming with cold, fierce light, slashing straight at the person bathed in sunlight.
Hu!
But at this critical moment! A breaking wind resounded!
A dark, icy gleam shot out from the audience, crossing the hundreds of meters of the People’s Square, flying perfectly into the hands of the Nun of Atonement.
Only then did the Holy Knights realize the staff the nun had been using was missing—her hands were now empty.
Looking closely, it was an Ancient Pitch-black Longblade.
Young Holy Knights might not recognize the origin of this blade, but the slightly older ones all widened their eyes in disbelief. They never expected it to be real:
“Kingdom’s power…”
“[Roundblade]…”
“[Execution Enhancement]…”
“[Martial Virtue Enhancement].”
“[Strength Augmentation].”
“[Force Awakening].”
“[Universal Strength Enhancement].”
Everyone pricked up their ears, and the Nun of Atonement’s chanting became a powerful song, her body radiating an unmatched aura.
“[QDf1 Sun Bestows My Power].”
She gripped the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, spinning in midair as the blade slid out, a torrent of brilliant golden flames gushing out from the sword’s edge.
“A new demon for a new era! Today you force me to break my vows!”
With a roar, she spun in midair, and with a mighty swing, traced a broad arc of sunlight with her sword.
The Holy Knight blades that met it were instantly severed, shattered in midair and scattered as countless fragments.
Every Holy Knight who leapt to the attack was defeated by a single stroke, dropping like broken-winged birds to the ground, unable to rise again.
She saw that their armor was battered but their bodies unscathed; the enemy had shown mercy.
“Merciful!” In the end, only Atrey remained standing in the distance.
But even so, as she saw Samimi land as lightly as a fairy, he charged forward for a desperate counterattack.
“It’s you—I’ve endured you long enough!” Samimi shouted in anger.
So many Holy Knights couldn’t defeat her, and now only Atrey remained before Samimi—he was as helpless as a fish on the chopping block.
Samimi stretched out her left hand, and the brambles swept the staff to her grasp; her five fingers closed, and a pure white holy flame erupted between them.
With one stroke, she shattered the Holy Knight sword aimed at her, the mighty sunlight flame transforming the New Demon Sword into a divine weapon.
She struck directly, smashing Atrey in the chest with a single blow. Another wave of magic exploded, sending Atrey flying, smoke curling from his body as he fell unconscious to the ground.
The entire square fell silent.
The Holy Knights had actually been defeated.
And the defeat was so thorough…
The Nun of Atonement stood upon the earth, left hand gripping the Enchanted Golden Sword staff, right hand holding the Sunlight Blade of the New Demon Sword—wielding two weapons enchanted with flame, her posture unrivaled beneath the heavens! Truly awe-inspiring.
Now, at last, the second special active skill of the Sun Gold Sutra could be revealed—this wondrous [QDf1 Sun Bestows My Power].
That’s right, this phrase was the skill’s actual name, especially the opening exclamation—if it wasn’t pronounced right, the skill couldn’t be cast at all.
Not that there was anything special about this skill—after all, it was another chant, another enchantment skill! Another mutated Sunfire enchantment!
But as a legendary divine weapon’s enchantment, it did have a unique trait.
It could enchant the caster’s own magic, adding the [Sunfire] property to any spell.
This was the true Magic upon Magic, though the drawback was its massive mana consumption.
So, in the very next moment, she quickly removed the Sunfire Enchantment from her magic to conserve her strength, returning the brambles to their previous state—it had already consumed most of her magical power.
“Sister… just how strong…”
As for Phersansa, who’d watched the entire battle from the Kingdom’s VIP, she was so shocked her limbs went limp, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up.
To think she’d once considered challenging her sister—not long ago, she’d still been clinging to her pride as an official.
But now, seeing Samimi’s overwhelming power, the unfathomable secret techniques, the seemingly endless reserves of magic…
She feared she couldn’t withstand even half a move from Samimi, let alone actually fight her.
Fiery, fiery indeed.
Expression grave, Samimi, gripping two flaming enchanted weapons, walked past Phersansa without a glance, striding forward to face her enemies, even if those enemies were the entire Church.
Her sister was no longer someone from her world.
Archbishop Barker’s face went pale with fright, watching the Sin Nun approach step by step like death incarnate, the suffocating sense of oppression making him unable to move—not even to run.
“Withdraw! Withdraw! Hurry!” the officials cried.
But in the next instant, even more Holy Knights appeared, rushing in from all directions.
One large squad of Holy Knights had been defeated, but now three more squads were arriving. The enemy’s numbers were only growing.
The newcomers saw their comrades fallen and shivered inwardly. Was there really someone in this world who could defeat us Holy Knights?
“Hah.” Samimi gave a soft laugh, having expected this all along.
After all, this was the Church—there was no way to win so easily.
But fortunately, she wasn’t the main character, so the Holy Knights’ [Prophecy of the Main Character] didn’t work on her.
And she wasn’t the only one with reinforcements. She too had allies.
A shadow fell from the sky, landing beside Samimi in a flash—it was her beloved Niubao the nun.
Just now, the one who had thrown her the New Demon Sword was Niubao; earlier, Samimi had written home to have Niubao prepared. Since she’d already arrived at the final stage, Niubao no longer needed to hide—she could openly come to Royal City to help.
And not just her—the undercover Paladin Assassins were hidden among the crowd, ready at any time to support the Nun of Atonement.
However, the Pope and General Manager Meg Aolin still couldn’t appear in person—the whole outside was crawling with the Archbishop’s spies.
“Lady Nun!” Niubao beamed at Samimi.
Niuniu hadn’t seen Lady Mimi in so long, she’d missed her every day, nearly going mad with longing.
“Niubao, wait a bit, let’s fight first,” Samimi also wanted to pat the cow’s head, but she was still wielding two flaming weapons.
“Yes!” Niubao agreed loudly, drawing her Golden Sword.
With a powerful ally, Samimi’s strength could finally be displayed to the fullest.
Before, she’d always been pretending—would a divine official really duel Holy Knights blade to blade? That was all just posturing. In reality, she’d gone too far, wasting far too much magic on pointless theatrics.
She, Samimi, was a chosen priestess; she only had auxiliary spells that could barely challenge the logic of the world, always relying on magic and defense.
Fine, with the Evil-Good System, she couldn’t be called a magical prodigy—saying she comprehended magic domains at seventeen would only get her scorned for arrogance.
Still, her Evil-Good System’s skills felt like over-fertilization—using them could never compare to learning and understanding her own support spells.
Of course, those support spells weren’t even her own learning—they came from the zombie original host, who started out with dozens of highly practiced auxiliary spells.
All she needed was one Niubao, and Samimi didn’t believe this group of Holy Knights could stop her.
“[Garden Spirit Crown].”
“[Punishment Glory King’s Scepter].”
“[Thorny Encasement].” (Shell-type mana shield.)
“[Priest-exclusive Defense Enhancement – Combination Spell].”
“[Magic upon Magic].”
“[Fixed-point Phantom Correction Spell].”
Samimi had never felt this way before—as if her teammate could strengthen her to the heavens.
Niubao put on the Garden Spirit Crown, donned the bramble exoskeleton, activated the knightly defense combo, enchanted her Golden Sword with Blue Magic, and her holy spear flashed with Deep Red Bramble.
In the next moment, Niubao charged alone into the Holy Knights’ formation, striking down a Holy Knight in a single blow.
No technique! No skill! Niuniu charges!
Experience the overwhelming attribute suppression of the Evil-Good System!
“Bang! Boom!”
Even so, Niubao was soon battered by unseen counterattacks, retreating step by step until she returned to Samimi’s side.
“So it wasn’t that easy after all…”
Samimi wasn’t surprised at all, because more enemies from the Holy Knights had yet to appear; she was actually just biding her time.
Her heart beat calmly.
“Second Platoon Leader, you’re here!”
“Our invincible Second Platoon Leader! We’re saved!”
The Holy Knights who’d arrived cheered instantly, as if victory was assured—such was their confidence in the new arrival.
A small-statured Holy Knight strode forward, the other Holy Knights parting respectfully to make way.