“…”
Blue Ghost had been baring her teeth in a snarl, but upon hearing this, her anger gradually shifted into confusion.
“You see? Your brain just can’t keep up. Can’t you figure it out? If your home is gone, just find a new one,” Samimi said.
“…”
Blue Ghost stood frozen in place, a storm of thoughts raging in her mind.
Because what this blonde-haired Pastoralist said was both false and true, making it hard to distinguish in the moment.
“Look at Niubao, the half-beast. Doesn’t she hold an important position with us too? Did you see her two swords? One of them is a Paladin Sword.
You can’t possibly not know what a Paladin is—the highest-ranking Knight Order of the Church, the strongest knights directly commanded by the Holy See, the continent’s most revered, number one Knight Order. And Niubao is the first Beastman Paladin in history,” Samimi continued to persuade.
“What are you trying to say?” Blue Ghost asked.
“My point is, you could become the first Ghost-Person Paladin in history. Our Church welcomes any capable and friendly Race to join.”
Samimi revealed a benevolent smile, but her words were like the whispers of an evil god, extremely seductive.
And she truly had the confidence to back it up. She herself was a Hongyi Grand Archbishop, and by her side was an invincible Paladin partner. With the Ghost-Person sisters’ strength, joining the Holy Knight Order was completely plausible.
Moreover, the Church’s internal affairs were currently in a state of rebuilding from the ground up.
The reason the previous Holy See failed was precisely because he lacked his own power base. Now, for the new Holy See to solidify his position, he must cultivate his own forces.
But the people inside the Church were actually the least trustworthy—who knew which faction they originally belonged to? They were likely spies, infiltrators, and informants planted by other powers.
Niubao was originally just a Nun far removed from the centers of power, who got dragged into the power struggle by chance. So, they could only recruit some outside “oddballs” to join their team.
“You think I’d believe your Holy See’s seduction? That’s just jumping from one hell to another,” Blue Ghost pondered for a moment before suddenly calming down.
“Whether it’s hell or not, you can go see for yourself,” Samimi extended an inviting hand.
“I haven’t lost yet. You’re saying all this to shake my spirit? I’ve seen through your scheme! In this world, you have to uphold loyalty. If I just switch sides because of a few words from you, how could I ever show my face again? I’d rather die fighting than be a coward.” Blue Ghost snorted coldly.
As she spoke, the Blood Qi around her surged, her entire body stained a deep crimson, as if she had entered a true Spirit-Person Form.
This was also the mystery of “Qi”—it would strengthen with the user’s emotional fluctuations. In a sense, the more intense one’s emotions, the greater the power, a standard “Protagonist Burst Mechanism.”
Mages were different. A Mage’s power wouldn’t skyrocket based on emotion. They could only exert as much power as the Magic they possessed.
“Good, good, good. Well said.” Samimi clapped and laughed.
“I admire your backbone even more. If you had agreed just now, I would have doubted whether you were worth trusting. Our Church doesn’t accept turncoats. You’ve already passed my character test.”
Her tone shifted, revealing a sly smile:
“Then next… let me break that backbone of yours, show you the cruelty of the World, and then recruit you sisters to be my foot-washing slaves.”
In that moment, it was as if she had torn off her disguise, revealing a demonic nature.
She raised her hand. The Runic Staff traced an arc in the air before she gripped it properly. Pure Magic condensed upon it, instantly transforming into a sword of light.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The wind rose again!
Blue Ghost’s figure dragged out countless blood-colored afterimages, akin to the Afterimage Step of the Hero of the Storm. In an instant, the surroundings seemed to turn into a meat grinder, with countless blood-colored sword lights pouring forth madly.
In a single moment, Samimi’s Thorn Shield endured dozens of slashes.
Without the Magic Shield, she would have already been minced into pieces.
Blue Ghost had entered a state surpassing her limits, forcibly overloading her own power, greatly increasing her attack power. This state did indeed pose a threat to Samimi.
With every slash the Thorn Shield endured, she had to expend Magic to repair it. In theory, as long as the attacks continued, exhausting her Magic was also a way to break the shield.
Yet Samimi wasn’t panicked at all. She just stood there letting her slash away, even observing the sword lights outside with interest, her inner pleasure gradually growing.
‘So this is how a Mage feels when facing a close-combat brute?’ She even spoke cheerfully from inside the shield, her tone full of contempt, making Blue Ghost’s attacks grow even more frenzied.
This was indeed her genuine feeling. In the past, she was always the one wielding the Slaying Demon Sword, desperately trying to close the distance and break shields. Now, with the roles reversed, she finally understood the sense of security a Mage felt.
Hiding inside a shield, watching the other party desperately output damage with zero effect—this feeling was too satisfying.
And the reason she could be so composed was because she knew very well that Blue Ghost’s berserk state couldn’t last long.
“Let’s see which runs out first—your Ghost-Person power, or my Magic?”
The answer was actually very simple—as long as Samimi didn’t expand her Magic Domain, it was almost impossible for her Magic to run dry. Normal consumption might not even keep up with her Magic recovery speed.
Her Magic capacity was considered “super-large” among the younger generation.
Samimi might not be a naturally gifted Mage, but her Magic capacity was abnormally outrageous, a mystery just like Niubao’s stamina.
“One hundred eighty, one hundred seventy-nine, one hundred seventy-eight…” She even began counting down casually.
This behavior was nothing short of blatant humiliation for Blue Ghost.
She had never suffered such an insult.
“I’ll let you slash for three minutes first.” Samimi smiled, relaxed and happy.
Over a hundred slashes were just probing. Since continuous attacks couldn’t break the defense, only one method remained—instantaneous burst.
And when it came to burst, the Tachi Swordsman was all too familiar.
Suddenly!
All the blood-colored sword lights vanished.
Along with Blue Ghost herself.
“Hmm?” Samimi was slightly taken aback.
The next instant, she caught sight of Blue Ghost’s figure—already retreated dozens of meters away. But the moment her gaze locked on, the other party shot forward like a bullet.
The distance of dozens of meters seemed to transform into a gun barrel.
Blue Ghost accelerated in three steps, her speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, even the blade’s shadow was indiscernible.
At this moment, Samimi’s smile finally disappeared.
Crisis, had arrived.
This was the strongest, fastest, most ferocious—Bullet Draw Strike in history!
Pfft!
A soft sound.
The deep red Magic Shield was actually slashed open with a huge crack, too fast to repair.
The blood-colored sword light pierced through, heading straight for Samimi’s chest.
But at the critical moment, the familiar light shone upon her once more.
Crack!
A visual effect like shattering glass appeared, the damage completely swallowed.
“Hehe~” Samimi was completely unharmed, still grinning smugly there. The panic from just now had been completely feigned.
Because this lethal strike—
had been blocked by the Light Shield once again.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THE LIGHT SHIELD AGAIN!!!”
“YOU BLONDE BITCH, I’LL FUCK YOUR MOTHER!!!” Blue Ghost completely lost it, screaming hysterically.
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