Just as the great war was about to break out, it was that nameless Hongyi Grand Archbishop who suddenly stepped forward and called for both sides to stop.
This was quite intriguing. Why?
Everyone’s attention focused on this Nameless Archbishop, waiting to hear what grand theory he had.
In truth, no one wanted to start a massacre or point their swords at their own comrades unless they were truly pushed to a dead end.
Because regardless of whether they won or lost, the ultimate result for the Church would be a loss—a crushing defeat.
“I do not wish for things to escalate to the point of civil war. This matter was started by me, so it shall be ended by me,” the Nameless Archbishop said firmly, word by word. “Pig Demon Nun, to avoid harming the innocent, I suggest we settle this with a one-on-one duel to determine the winner.”
Samimi was speechless.
She never expected her own classic lines to be stolen by someone else.
“Demon-Hunting Nun, what do you say?” the Nameless Archbishop asked.
“Square-face, is your brain waterlogged? What makes you think you’re qualified to fight me?” Samimi asked coldly.
“If I cannot defeat you, then you may kill me. That way, all problems will be resolved. But let me state this clearly—I do not feel I’ve done anything wrong. I intended to frame you, and I intended to set you up. Because I spend every day wallowing in such matters, I don’t think there’s anything incorrect about it. Why can others do it while I cannot?” the Nameless Archbishop said.
“You really are invincibly shameless,” Samimi was moved to laughter by his words.
“I want to climb to the position of Holy See step by step. If I cannot climb up, then I would rather die. If the Holy Knight Order and these veteran Ecclesiastical Court knights slaughter each other, then even if I ascend to the seat of the Holy See, it would only be an empty throne. It would be meaningless,” the Nameless Archbishop said.
Actually, Samimi somewhat admired this Nameless Archbishop. At the very least, he committed to his mistakes until the end, never looking back and never admitting fault.
He wasn’t like those female leads who were indecisive, oscillating between being pure and turning dark. That kind of behavior was disgusting. He was standing right here, ready to take a slap from everyone if necessary.
“Do you agree or not?” the Nameless Archbishop’s emotions remained very stable.
“I only have one condition,” Samimi said.
“Speak,” the Nameless Archbishop gestured for her to continue.
“I don’t want your pathetic life. If I win, you have to jump down from the stairs and say, ‘Master Samimi, I’m sorry,'” Samimi made a very mean gesture and laughed loudly. “I want to make living feel worse than death for you.”
The Nameless Archbishop finally showed some emotion; his expression turned as dark as it could possibly be, losing his previous composure.
After a few seconds of silence, he could only agree coldly, “…No problem.”
“Everyone, back off!” Samimi spread her arms and shouted loudly.
In an instant, the forces that had been at each other’s throats moments ago all retreated to the edge of the Royal City People’s Square, choosing their own spots to watch the show.
Many prominent figures had arrived on the scene: veteran Knights, the Turtle Saintess, the Certain-Death Archer, the Mad Dragon Sword, the Grand Leader, and the Second, Third, and Fourth Company Commanders. They all became spectators.
Only the Nameless Archbishop and Samimi remained in the center of the Royal City People’s Square, standing opposite each other about thirty meters apart.
“Ah, this feels good.”
Samimi tilted her head back and closed her eyes, soaking in the exhilarating feeling of the world revolving around her. In the end, it still came down to her to solve everything. She truly was the core of the story.
Even though she wasn’t the protagonist, the protagonist could only look at her silhouette. That was what true style looked like.
She slowly lowered her head to look at the Nameless Archbishop. Her intuition had been accurate from the start.
The enemy was indeed not that fat, dead-pig Hongyi Grand Archbishop. Only a villain with a firm personality and ruthless heart like the man before her was qualified to be her opponent.
But she really wanted to know how a clerical Archbishop planned to fight against her, the Demon-Hunting Nun Samimi? Though she might not be able to beat those big bosses, handling a small fry like him should be quite simple.
“I want to know where you get the confidence to risk your life against me, Samimi,” she asked directly. At this point, she was too lazy to think or analyze.
“I was originally a local priest who climbed to a high position step by step without any background. How do you think I rose up?” the Nameless Archbishop said.
“Ghost knows how you rose up? And nobody wants to know. Don’t flatter yourself; hurry up and show your real skills,” Samimi scolded.
But in reality, she was very curious because she couldn’t sense any magic fluctuations from the Nameless Archbishop. He wasn’t a hidden Magic User.
He didn’t have the sharp aura of a Knight, and he didn’t even have a weapon; his hands were empty.
How was he going to fight her, the fully armed Demon-Expelling Nun? It wasn’t looking good for him.
“Hah!” The Nameless Archbishop suddenly grabbed his grand red robe and tore it away, stripping off his upper garment to reveal a body that made people gasp in horror.
The Nameless Archbishop’s body was covered in terrifying experimental scars. His skin was completely black, and only his head above the neck had a normal skin tone. However, his body had the texture of black steel—not as a metaphor, but literal steel.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but burst into fits of shock and sighs. There was surely a cruel story behind this.
“The Church’s research into pharmacology is as old as its existence, involving many forbidden human experiments. The Church has never stopped experiments to strengthen the body with drugs, and I am a victim of the Church’s Body Strengthening Experiment.”
The Nameless Archbishop did not disappoint the audience; he didn’t play the man of few words and explained everything on the spot.
“Eighty-eight times. That is the number of body strengthening experiments I underwent through the Church. I was originally meant to be a human weapon thrown into the battle against the Immortal King, just like you Demon-Hunting Nuns. But most of the experimental subjects died during the process. In the end, only I survived. However, by that time, the Immortal King had already been sealed by you.”
“So I lost the meaning of my existence. I became a useless piece of experimental waste. I was supposed to be erased like the dark history of the Church. At least you fought against the Singing Blood ghosts; I was cleared away from the laboratory without seeing anything at all.”
“But I survived afterward. Relying on this body, I have been scraping by until now.”
“I kept climbing and climbing. I want to reach the highest position. I want to be the Holy See.”
“I didn’t expect that in the end, the ones standing in my way would still be you—the Demon-Hunting Nuns of the Church’s aftermath.”
The Nameless Archbishop moved that strange body of black steel and pointed his finger at Samimi, explaining the origin of everything.
Who knew how many strange drugs he had taken to turn into this appearance?
It turned out the Nameless Archbishop’s true identity was a scientific madman.
A sense of destiny washed over the scene!
“And then?” Samimi crossed her arms, looking completely bored and showing zero empathy.
Regarding this kind of obsessive man, who cares how much you were squeezed by life? I don’t care about whatever tragic past you have; I’m going to beat you up in a bit.
You don’t have the beauty of someone like Close, and even the stunningly beautiful Elf sisters were beaten by me. You, with your square face, should stop rambling. Enough is enough; tell me about your abilities.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. What does that have to do with me? You don’t look like you’re living a long life anyway. If you want to fight, then fight; if not, forget it. Even if you become the Holy See, you won’t live for many more years. I might as well just let you die of old age,” Samimi said nonchalantly.
“You are right. This grudge has nothing to do with you, but my anger cannot be concealed. Among the drugs the Church injected into me, there are those that can permanently increase one’s malice. I can never be peaceful or quiet,” the Nameless Archbishop said.
“Well, then I’m truly sorry. we Mages can enter meditation every day and never lose sleep,” Samimi mocked. “I’m still young. If you don’t make a move, I can wait you out for a lifetime.”
“My apologies. I only hoped to let you know my past. I have been talkative. Let us begin the battle,” the Nameless Archbishop said.
Immediately, a vibrant green light erupted from his body. It was a terrifying power, so terrifying it felt alien.
“Healing Power?” Samimi was also somewhat surprised.
She had said before that she couldn’t feel any magic fluctuations from this man, so she hadn’t expected to be proven wrong so quickly.
However, being proven wrong didn’t matter; what mattered was how bizarre this situation was.
When she thought about it carefully, from the start of the story until now, Samimi had fought her way to the final stage of the Church Dungeon, and she hadn’t seen a single male Divine Official or male Pastoralist.
This was because only females could awaken Healing Power; women were the only ones who could be the source. It was an ability exclusive to girls.
So theoretically, it was impossible for a male to awaken Healing Power. But that was a minor issue; even if one did awaken it, a male healer wasn’t much of a threat.
The problem was, this man wasn’t a male healer either. He was driving the Healing Power through an unconventional and divine method.
I’m sure the clever ones among you have already guessed the reason, right? That’s right—it was the drugs.
It seemed his drug research involved forcibly transplanting some kind of magic organ into his own body, which could refine the drugs into healing magic, allowing a man to use Healing Power.
“[Solid Phase Art].”
“[Array Stacking].”
“[Attribute Disturbance].”
“[Attribute Strengthening].”
“[Strengthening].”
“[Stamina Strengthening].”
“[Strike Enhancement].”
“[Full Attribute Amplification].”
“[Armor Material Strengthening].”
“[Weapon Enhancement].”
“[Penetration Enhancement].”
Only those familiar names of Support Techniques were heard. However, this time it wasn’t Samimi’s rapid-fire chanting, but the low voice of an old man—steady and slow.
The Nameless Archbishop had strengthened his black steel body to the absolute limit.
His body was a weapon and a suit of armor; both Weapon Enhancement and Armor Material Strengthening could be applied to himself.
“Every time I think the Church’s tricks have been exhausted, something even more ruthless appears,” Samimi muttered a complaint, but her heart had already become serious.
Because since coming to this Otherworld, this was the first time she had seen someone whose Support Techniques could rival her own.
“[Solid Phase Art].”
“[Array Stacking].”
“[Attribute Disturbance].”
“[Attribute Strengthening].”
“[Strengthening].”
“[Stamina Strengthening].”
“[Strike Enhancement].”
“[Full Attribute Amplification].”
“[Weapon Enhancement].”
“[Penetration Enhancement].”
“[Blessing of the Goddess].”
Interesting. Then let us fight.
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.