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Chapter 707 -401: A Pleasant Scent (Part 2)

Chapter 707 -401: A Pleasant Scent (Part 2)

As the supreme leader of a nation, this place was usually guarded by the most elite warriors.

But now, not a single guard remained.

The stench of blood hit them like the physical embodiment of fear, and beyond the gate in front of them lay the source of all horror, chilling even the resolute Holy Knight Dave to the bone.

Just by pushing the door open, one could uncover the truth behind it, yet at this moment, the door seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds and as scalding as a glacier, preventing Dave from touching it fully.

Standing beside Dave, Xiemen Waidao asked, “You’ve been here with Wang before, what did you guys experience?”

“It was relatively normal back then, but after the Bishop learned that Wang wasn’t from this world, he became extremely excited and then killed Wang on the spot. Wang’s final Divine Artifact activated, sending me out. Everything here was fine at the time, why…”

“Then let’s go take a look.”

“…I can’t.”

Dave revealed a smile more unsightly than crying, “I guess something bad happened here, but I truly can’t bear to see it.”

Xiemen Waidao didn’t have as strong a mental fortitude as Dave.

Noticing that Dave had frozen, Xiemen Waidao decisively walked past him and forcefully pushed the door open.

The instant the door swung open, Dave saw a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Corpses.

Corpses everywhere.

A great number of soldiers’ bodies were piled up here, their red blood flowing like a stream, and amidst the numerous corpses, the Bishop sat surrounded by bodies, the Holy Sword in front of him stained a bright red with the blood of the dead.

The decor of the Audience Hall remained as before, regularly playing music with the strange piano that could produce sound on its own and having an illuminating ceiling. Dave’s Holy Knight inauguration ceremony was even held here, where he came for the first time and saw a kind but commanding Bishop.

But now, everything was different.

Behind the sanctity lay the bodies of countless comrades, the forces that were supposed to stand against the Demon King, now submerged in their own blood, turning this place into a veritable hell.

Despite this, Dave still refused to believe it.

Gazing at the seated Bishop, Dave asked frantically, “Your Eminence, is this some kind of ceremony? Will these people become the Gods’ warriors and fight alongside us?”

The Bishop here was different from the one Xiemen Waidao had imagined; he looked like an oversized Holy Knight.

He was nearly three meters tall, clad in white armor, which was exceedingly luxurious and dazzled with a divine glow.

In a world with Gods, his armor was undoubtedly a set of true divine armor, a gift of power from the Gods to the Bishop.

The Bishop’s face was also covered by the armor, concealing his expression from Xiemen Waidao, but the indifferent voice beneath the armor could still be heard.

“There’s no special meaning. I just felt like killing.”

“But, your Eminence…”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re next to die. Everyone here must die, no matter who they are.”

Without drawing the Holy Sword from the ground, the Bishop merely snapped his fingers casually. Dave felt as though he had been hit by a warcraft weighing ten thousand pounds, and he was sent flying out of the door, over the inner city walls, and directly into the safe house of Idiotic Divine.

Idiotic Divine, still asleep, only heard a series of impacts, and then saw something come flying in from outside, smashing everything in front of her to pieces.

Upon realizing that the object was actually Dave, she immediately took out her supplies and started to provide emergency aid to Dave, whose innards had almost completely shattered.

Having dealt with Dave, the Bishop slowly turned his head and said to Xiemen Waidao before him, “Welcome, Angel Envoy from a Different World. Why did you not kneel upon seeing me?”

“That’s not my style.”

Even though they were separated by armor, Xiemen Waidao still heard the other’s laughter.

And it seemed somewhat satisfied.

Looking down at Xiemen Waidao, the Bishop said softly, “Let’s begin. Use your insignificant power to please me.”

“Alright, let us start a delightful duel! My turn!”

He played cards, constructed his strategy, passed the turn, and then enhanced his position; Xiemen Waidao released thirty cards in the first round, and after that, he constructed his strongest force.

“First, I engage in five enhancements, and because I have the Divine Artifact [Union], I can draw one card and then multiply that card’s effect by five. The card I drew is [Greed], which lets me draw two cards directly, so I can draw ten more cards. After that, I use the special oddity [Decay], which gives you a number of tokens equal to the cards in my hand. Following that, I utilize [Heroic Spirit Summon], to specially summon a powerful Guardian.”

“But that’s not all, I can also use the Life Dagger to materialize the Heroic Spirit I just created. Then, I’ll use the card [Sacrifice of Life] to sacrifice my materialized Heroic Spirit and gain a special weapon,” he continued.

“Next, I’ll use this card, [Random Gift], which temporarily destroys it to grant me 1 to 3 random cards. Since I used the destruction effect, the Divine Artifact [Recycling Bin] allows me to shuffle all the cards on the field back into my deck to start drawing all over again.”

“Then I…”

Xiemen Waidao had been reciting the effects of cards for a full quarter of an hour, but to the Bishop in front of him, Xiemen Waidao had completed his setup in an instant.

A crimson spear materialized in his hands; a horrifying power condensed upon it, so vast that even the Bishop couldn’t help but exclaim, “The power of you Angel Envoys is truly terrifying, to be able to summon such force.”

“That’s not all!” Xiemen Waidao said with a wicked laugh, “If I die a hundred thousand times, I guarantee I can deal even more explosive damage.”

“Is that so, then die,” said the Bishop.

The Bishop flicked his hand, and a dazzling light burst forth, enveloping the entire Audience Hall.

In the blinding white light, Xiemen Waidao threw the weapon in his hand.

Compared to the white light, his spear was like a small boat in a vast ocean; even if it could sail upriver, it could never overcome the overwhelming tide.

In almost an instant, Xiemen Waidao’s spear was shattered by the Bishop’s white light, and along with it, Xiemen Waidao himself was reduced to nothingness, leaving behind only a thin, shadow-like mark on the ground.

From beginning to end, the Bishop did not even draw his Holy Sword, let alone stand up.

Looking at the mark on the ground, the Bishop let out an almost imperceptible sigh and blew away the last trace of Xiemen Waidao, then continued to sit atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, watching the door before him.

But just as he was about to continue, he suddenly felt a slight prick of pain.

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Raising his right hand, he discovered a needle-sized hole pierced through the armor on his hand, from which a drop of golden blood sprang forth and rapidly dissipated into the air.

“Heh…”

Watching the vanishing golden blood, the Bishop finally broke into a smile.

The hearty laugh echoed through the room filled with corpses, the startled candles began to flicker, casting a multitude of shadows on the walls.

These shadows did not originate from the corpses here; they belonged to beings from a higher place. These beings, through their shadows, revealed themselves on the walls.

Some shadows were drinking, some were shooting arrows, and upon seeing the Bishop injured by Xiemen Waidao, they became as excited as the Bishop himself, silently celebrating as if it were a festival.

The empty Audience Hall was occupied by only the Bishop, but at that moment, it was bustling with the presence of the shadows, laughing with the Bishop, filling the place with a cheerful atmosphere.