They all call me Great Master-Chapter 698 - 695: Chaotic Night V

The instant they heard the sound of footsteps, the priests of the 'Pain Church' all wore looks of anticipation.

However, when the double wooden doors swung open, everyone was taken aback for a moment.

Because the person who came was not the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess that they had imagined.

Instead, it was Yula, whom they had only met a handful of times, and a young man they did not recognize.

"Yula?"

Many uttered in surprise.

And those with quick wits narrowed their eyes.

Then, those few who reacted the quickest began shifting their positions, trying to hide behind others as much as possible.

As for running away?

Not long ago, they had been praising how secure and reliable the location of this meeting was.

Now, they found themselves trapped by this 'security and reliability,' unable to fly away even if they had wings.

"It's me."

In the face of the astonished 'Pain Church' priests, Yula, donned in a long black robe, boldly admitted her presence and immediately corrected them on how to address her—

"Please refer to me as High Priestess Yula!"

This anxious demeanor caused those who had reacted quickly to scrunch up even tighter, wishing they could burrow somewhere to Hide themselves.

They sensed a crisis far beyond what they had faced before.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

"Yula, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Yula, who do you think you are?"

"Scumbag, you are desecrating the High Priest!"

The priests in the crowd spoke up.

Some were polite, others were not.

All this was within Yula's expectations.

After all, these were the people she had personally selected for this very moment.

Yula raised her hand and waved it.

Crack!

The unique sound of a whip snaked through the air.

And with that crisp noise, those who had just spoken out all collapsed to the ground, wails of agony erupting from their mouths.

Agony Whip!

One of the secret techniques unique to the 'Pain Church.'

It could attack targets within a certain range and make them more sensitive, amplifying the pain tenfold, a hundredfold.

Of course, Yula wasn't capable of a hundredfold.

But tenfold was within her reach.

Caught off guard by this sudden lash, all the priests were struck down.

Especially the one who had cursed aloud, he was now hanging in the air.

Seeing this scene, the priests of the 'Pain Church' couldn't help but dilate their pupils, even those who were just screaming in pain covered their mouths.

Because this was another one of the 'Pain Church's unique secret techniques: The Agony of Hanging!

Unlike the 'Agony Whip,' which could be obtained through Meritorious Service, 'The Agony of Hanging' was a technique that could never be exchanged.

Similarly, it was an extremely profound secret technique.

Previously, it was only mastered by the High Priest and the Saintess.

"Ah... uh-uh-uh!"

The hanging priest's screams had just begun to rise when they abruptly ceased.

From piercing cries to barely audible hisses.

The hanging priest, naturally loyal to the High Priest and the Saintess, was one specifically chosen by Yula.

But at this moment, he was utterly terrified.

He didn't know why Yula could master the secret technique that only the High Priest and Saintess had been able to handle, but his not-so-foolish brain finally caught on to what Yula was here for.

Almost subconsciously, the priest looked toward a few individuals in the crowd, those whom he remembered as quick-witted and fast-reacting.

When he saw these individuals with their heads bowed, wishing they could bury their faces between their legs, the priest fully understood, and wanted to chastise them loudly.

But undergoing The Agony of Hanging, he could not make a sound.

And the more terrifying punishments continued—

"Flay!"

Yula said, smiling.

Immediately, with a ripping sound,

The skin of the priest hanging from 'The Agony of Hanging' was torn off his body.

Fresh Blood scattered like flowers, tiny pieces of flesh mixed within, splashing over the bodies of the surrounding priests.

Instantly, these priests' faces turned pale.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Yula was extremely satisfied.

She, of course, did it on purpose.

With her current strength, she could easily only peel off the skin without harming the flesh beneath, while still amplifying the pain tenfold.

But it wasn't necessary.

What she needed was reverence.

And nothing inspired more reverence than flesh and blood scattered in the midst of Fresh Blood.

If there was anything more?

Then skin those who show disrespect.

If she could, Yula would even like to skin several more people.

Unfortunately, she needed hands.

Hands to deal with the people from the 'Inland Church,' to take over the assets left by the 'Inland Church,' to consolidate her own church's assets.

Yula was very aware that she couldn't accomplish so much on her own.

Even with Lucius by her side, it wouldn't work.

Lucius was not adept at management.

In fact, aside from providing her with some 'emotional value,' Lucius had always been dispensable and could be discarded at any time.

A glance from the corner of her eye at Lucius, who wore a look of intolerance, filled Yula with even more disdain.

An Avenger who thought himself ruthless but always hesitated would never escape the fate of being a pawn from start to finish.

'Once this incident is over, I'll let him have his 'final resting place'!

I want to tell him the whole truth!

I hope he can withstand it!'

Yula imagined Lucius in agony to the point of despair and couldn't help but laugh to herself.

That scene was something she was truly looking forward to.

What she was even more excited about was how much Power of Suffering Lucius would bring her at that time?

No idea!

But if it was substantial enough, Yula hoped she could 'repair' Lucius a bit more once he had almost recovered.

And then?

Of course, do it all over again.

Death had always been a synonym for mercy within the 'Pain Church.'

Torture was the main principle of the 'Pain Church.'

Just like the priest who was skinned, his body so mangled that he couldn't even scream in agony.

And the greater torture was just beginning.

A flicker of flame appeared on his body.

The fire ignited from within his navel and greedily consumed the priest's fat.

The flame, initially the size of a bean, quickly grew to the size of a fist.

Without the ability to scream, the priest's body only trembled more violently.

And Yula's smile became even more radiant.

The lady just stood there, smiling, and asked—

"Now, I declare myself the High Priestess.

Who agrees? Who opposes?"

Her words carried an air of inquiry, but in reality, from start to finish, they bore an unquestionable tone.

How could these priests, already carefully selected by Yula and with the troublemaker hung up as a warning, hanging in mid-air, possibly object?

"I agree!"

"I agree as well!"

The clever ones who had just shrunk back rushed to the forefront the moment they had the chance and began to shout enthusiastically.

Afterward, everyone chose obedience.

Someone had to start, didn't they?

Yula nodded, a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

And Lucius, standing by Yula's side, watched the scene unfold before him, his eyes full of struggle.

No!

Something's not right!

It shouldn't be like this!