Chapter 233: Witch Trial Convention (10)

“Domain… Solar Flame…”

Without a doubt, the most shocked person present was Saintess Makima. She was also a Magic User, so she could see far more than the average person.

The more she saw, the more shocked she became, reaching a point where she was speechless with astonishment.

This was a Magic Domain. Her former apprentice had already mastered the realm that was the dream of every Magic User.

Furthermore, not a single Magic Ritual Samimi used was one she could understand.

In her heart at this moment, three words kept echoing: Savior.

At the same time, she felt a wave of cold sorrow. If the events of the past had never happened, if Samimi were still her beloved apprentice, how wonderful would that have been?

Ultimately, her judgment had been clouded by the corrupt giant of the Church, and she had been brainwashed by those heartless, blind laws.

Only Samimi could defeat the corrupt giant of the Church. Samimi had achieved a dream that Makima herself hadn’t even half-completed. What right did she have to be her Tutor now?

She didn’t have a part in this play; she was just here to fill space, act as a foil, and forcefully add a bit of drama.

“Clap… Clap… Clap…”

The Holy Maiden Makima could only clap her hands mechanically, praying in advance for the victory of her former apprentice.

“Echoing Howl! Ugh! Argh!”

Previously, the Nameless Archbishop could still struggle and fight within the Thorn Jungle, but now that the Solar Flame was burning, even his black steel body couldn’t withstand it. His skin was scorched and cracking.

However, his powerful Healing Power was constantly restoring his body. It seemed he could hold out a while longer within the Solar Flame, but reaching Samimi seemed utterly impossible.

The current Samimi had evolved into a “mechanic freak.” Without a specific mechanism to counter her, the battle was essentially a one-sided massacre.

First, to deal with Samimi, one needed highly efficient “weeding” capabilities. Otherwise, there was no way to get past her Magic Domain.

The Nameless Archbishop’s steel fists were his downfall—their weeding capability was too weak. It was like using a heavy hammer to hit flowers; no matter how hard he struck, it felt wrong, and his advancement speed was far too slow.

But who could advance fast enough now? Samimi’s thorns were enchanted with the blazing Solar Flame; it was a literal mountain of blades and a sea of fire.

To deal with the current Demon-Hunting Nun, unless the difference in strength was astronomical, physical classes shouldn’t even dream of it. Only a Magic Manipulator could fight her.

“What’s wrong? Archbishop, didn’t you say you wanted revenge on the Demon-Hunting Nun?” Samimi was tired of standing, so she wove a Throne of Thorns and sat down to rest, asking with a teasing smile.

Not only that, she wove all the thorns into humanoid shapes, mimicking more realistic human-wave tactics. Countless thorn-people lunged forward.

However, this actually gave the Nameless Archbishop a moment to breathe, because his fists could find more precise targets. He was fighting individual thorn-people now instead of a vast, ocean-like Thorn Jungle.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!” He unleashed one heavy steel punch after another, shattering the thorn-people. Fighting with his life on the line, he managed to push forward a bit more.

But it didn’t matter. To tell the truth, Samimi was just showing off. If a Skill wasn’t used to show off, there was no point in its existence.

The Nameless Archbishop was twenty meters away from Samimi. He would soon reach the Sacred Execution Platform, yet he simply couldn’t cross that short distance.

“An Archbishop is ultimately just an Archbishop. You have brute strength and special abilities, but to hide your true identity for all these years, you surely haven’t strengthened or refined your techniques. Your combat experience isn’t even as good as a roadside pheasant’s, whereas I have been practicing since the moment I was born. My entire life has been a battle. You, dwelling in filth, cannot defeat me, who is tempered by white light,” Mimi held up a magic megaphone and mocked him calmly.

“Cough! Cough!” The Nameless Archbishop’s body cracked and expanded. His entire being was bathed in the light of healing, but he could no longer be fully healed.

His physical functions were declining, the power of his fists was weakening, and he could no longer maintain his Support Technique.

This was the Nameless Archbishop’s flaw, which Samimi had spotted early on. She had the same weakness: the overall mana consumption was too high.

This kind of scientific freak couldn’t engage in prolonged combat. Furthermore, he wasn’t essentially a Mage. The Healing Power stored in his body was limited; he had to finish the fight quickly.

Once dragged into a war of attrition, he would gradually crash on his own. He wouldn’t even need her to make a move.

No, no, no, that wouldn’t do. The finishing blow was a very important part. She couldn’t let this drama end so peacefully.

To put it simply, her Blade Addiction was acting up!

([Blade Addiction]: Refers to the protagonists in certain mecha anime who, despite being equipped with beam rifles, electromagnetic cannons, funnels, rocket launchers, and missile pods, insist on pulling out a beam saber to engage in close combat.)

Samimi clearly had all sorts of Magic, but if she didn’t draw her blade for close combat, her whole body felt uncomfortable. This was the late stage of Blade Addiction.

“The time is about right.”

She slowly stood up, preparing to strike.

Samimi had a brand-new idea for a Magic Ritual, and she performed an original technique.

The golden pages of the Sun Gold Sutra flew out one by one, instantly forming two humanoid shapes. Two types of magic were filled into them—Healing Power and thorn magic—turning them into two identical Samimi clones.

One Samimi pointed a Rune Staff, its runes flashing as it was wrapped in Holy Flame.

One Samimi carried the New Demon Sword, its scabbard emitting scorching Solar Flame.

The last Samimi held the Sun Gold Sutra. The golden pages inside had all flown out, leaving only the cover and the spine.

The Demon-Expelling Nun split into three: two clones and one true body. This shocked the audience—she still had more tricks?

[Throne of Thorns].

The three Samimis soon vanished into the Throne of Thorns, subsequently swallowed by the Thorn Jungle and merging into the mass of humanoid shapes.

Immediately, the Nameless Archbishop knew what she was planning. He instantly became wary of the surrounding thorn figures; the Demon-Hunting Nun was definitely hiding among them.

Samimi had also learned to be clever. She no longer drew her blade head-on but had adopted the Sword Maiden’s dark small domain style, further improving her use of the Domain.

She had taken the wrong path from the beginning. She shouldn’t have drawn her blade openly; she should have hidden in the shadows and stabbed people. That was the ultimate form of a master of the blade.

“Come out!” The Nameless Archbishop froze in place, looking around wildly, but he couldn’t spot the Demon-Hunting Nun within the Thorn Jungle.

Dozens of thorn figures rained blows upon him. He could only cross his arms in passive defense.

Soon, a sinister red light flashed from the Nameless Archbishop’s blind spot! Samimi was swinging a Runic Staff at the Archbishop’s neck—vicious in the extreme.

“Naive!” The Nameless Archbishop was already prepared. He had been guarding against such blind spots. He swung his arm around, instantly catching the incoming Rune Staff.

“Crack!” With a strike of his golden arm, he smashed Samimi into two pieces.

But it was only a magic clone, filled with magic thorns and golden pages.

Almost at the same time the clone was destroyed, another Samimi attacked from an even more treacherous angle.

This was the Demon-Hunting Nun carrying the New Demon Sword. Her body glowed with the light of a strengthening Support Technique. With extreme speed, she delivered a drawing-slash.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” The Nameless Archbishop moved like a small whirlwind, actually turning around the instant before the blade hit him. His speed was even faster than Samimi’s drawing-slash.

“Ha! Most of the training we conducted in the laboratory was mutual slaughter! You actually said I lacked combat experience? This is exactly what I was waiting for! You are still too naive, young Demon-Hunting Nun!” The Nameless Archbishop threw a punch toward Samimi’s face.

Even though Samimi had used a three-person tactic of truth and lies, the Nameless Archbishop had seen through it. This was nothing more than a rock-paper-scissors tactic that relied on thirty percent luck and seventy percent psychological warfare.

During the first attack, the Nameless Archbishop hadn’t actually used his full power; he had just blocked casually and countered easily. He knew that the real attack from Samimi would follow.

That unique sword was the Demon-Hunting Nun’s personal weapon and her strongest killing move.

He had seen this strike before when she fought the Church’s swordsmen. This one had to be the real body!

But unfortunately… he was wrong.

The sensation of the Nameless Archbishop’s punch landing was exactly the same as the first one—it felt like hitting air.

Sure enough, this second Samimi also turned into healing particles and golden pages.

Wait! A sound came from behind!

The Nameless Archbishop didn’t care about anything else. He performed a sudden turn, unleashing a series of heavy punches behind him.

But every fist hit nothing but air…

Samimi’s real body was indeed launching a sneak attack from behind, but she hadn’t rushed forward. She remained about five meters away.

The Sun Gold Sutra floated beside the Demon-Hunting Nun, and she was making gestures with her hands as if controlling something.

“[Fixed-Point Thorn Illusory Sword].”

A violet-colored magic sword flew from its scabbard, easily passing through the net of fists and stabbing into the most vulnerable life gate of the scarred black steel body.

Her Blade Addiction was suddenly cured; Samimi was actually using her only long-range Magic Ritual to attack.

“Pfft!” With a sound, green blood splattered out.

In the instant the Nameless Archbishop’s fist was raised, the strike pierced his armpit.

The logic was the same as how the trial position for a steel-skinned person is under the jaw—these joint areas could not be defended.

The tip of the thorn sword emerged from the back of the Nameless Archbishop’s shoulder, directly piercing through his entire shoulder joint. His entire right arm hung limply, unable to move or be raised.

This was because that terrifying thorn magic had spread, locking his shoulder and tearing his wound.

If it weren’t for his extraordinary physical body, his entire arm would have likely flown off.

This terrifying crimson magic and thorn flame possessed a [Heal Block] effect?

In other words, it prohibited his own healing. His powerful Healing Power was ineffective; he could not heal his wounds.

Only after personally being struck did the Nameless Archbishop confirm that this Demon-Hunting Nun truly possessed the power to seal the True Sight of a Blood Ghost.

“It’s over.”

Samimi pointed one finger toward the sky, declaring victory in advance.

Subsequently, the Thorn Jungle vanished after the Rune Staff and New Demon Sword were returned to her hands.

The Twin Goddess Statue also returned to the Extradimensional Space. The Magic Domain was no longer needed.

From the very beginning, this scientific freak had no chance. He was just a medicinal fool imitating an Immortal King; she possessed far too many ways to counter him.

She was countered by others every day; now it was finally her turn to counter someone else.

“Archbishop, kneel.”

Samimi pointed a finger downward. She had been framed and calculated against; now everything would be settled.