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Chapter 118 The Beast's Resentment, Sword Light Brilliant

The sword light unleashed by the holy sword was like the first ray of dawn tearing through the darkness, forcefully breaking through the raging golden tide. However, this strike, powerful enough to cleave mountains, halted just a few feet away from Baphomet, abruptly stopped by an invisible force.

The demon sitting in the sedan chair didn't even get up; it merely raised its claws contemptuously and lightly touched the sword light.

...turning stone into gold!
The sacred and dazzling sword light, constructed from pure magic, rapidly deteriorated, degenerated, and corrupted! Its radiance fell into a flashy, impractical, and garish yellow color unique to Fool's Gold.

Baphomet raised its claws again, and the false brilliance, like fragile porcelain, shattered with a "crack" into a shower of gold dust that scattered all over the ground.

In this realm, everything can be transformed into illusory gold, including pure magic!
You must never let it touch your body.

The three heroes simultaneously confirmed this rule in their hearts. Although being touched by Baphomet with the blessing of the hero wouldn't immediately turn them into golden statues, it would certainly not be pleasant.

Just as Baphomet effortlessly deflected Mirad's attack, a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted behind him!
"Blood-Nourished Curse Thorn Crown".

Orpheus's figure flashed like a ghost behind Baphomet.

Not yet fully assimilated by the false king's demon realm, her own crimson blood was gushing out from the fresh, horrifying cut on her neck! Instead of falling into the surging golden sea, the scarlet liquid flowed upwards as if it had a life of its own, gathering and weaving above her head to form a crown of blood-red thorns.

The bloodline connecting Orpheus's neck and head resembled the noose placed over the head of a condemned prisoner during a gallows. The moment the crown took shape, it was as if an invisible noose was placed around Baphomet's neck, which was covered in black fur, and it was tightening at an extremely fast speed.

Baphomet finally made a move. It let out a muffled groan and instinctively scratched its neck with its claws, leaving deep, bone-revealing bloody marks, but it couldn't reach the power of the curse.

"A ridiculous spell!"

Enraged by the threat, it twisted its body and swung its long staff at Orpheus, who was floating in the air. This attack, which would kill or cripple even a hero if it hit, was narrowly dodged by Orpheus. The tip of the staff merely grazed the hem of her clothes, and the force of the wind left a bloody mark on her pale cheek.

A golden slime, formed from the fusion of the bodies of a hundred people, wriggled and blocked Mirad and Ryan's path. The surface of the colossal creature, which had no fixed shape, rippled, and countless distorted human faces twisted by greed appeared and disappeared on its undulating surface, emitting silent, maniacal laughter.

"Mother of ocean currents, mistress of storms and sea creatures... Goddess of the vast universe, I beseech you to guide these lost souls on their journey home!"

As both a hero and a priestess, Chloe's prayers are always answered by the sea god, which she relies on to ensure the smooth flow of the sea route on ordinary days... Now, she helps lost souls wandering in greed find their way home!
The azure light band, unaffected by the gold-transforming effect, seeped directly into the golden slime's body. Countless golden tentacles, wielding whips, suddenly froze. The souls bound within this metallic swamp caught the light band and detached from the degraded golden body. Then, the colossal form collapsed with a deafening roar, the ownerless golden liquid merging into the waves on the ground.

Mirad wasn't sure if a monster of Baphomet's caliber would suffocate. But he knew that now was the perfect opportunity for Orpheus to attack, created by his near-self-harm and Chloe's prayers for blessings.

"Drinking blood like this, are you trying to kill yourself?... Okay, I know why you're taking care of her personally, Mirand."

Ryan muttered to himself, but his actions never ceased. The giant axe, imbued with crimson battle intent, slammed down with unparalleled force towards the magic circle beneath the goat's feet! If he could directly destroy this magic circle that granted power to the believers, although it wouldn't affect him personally, it would weaken the enemy's offensive to some extent, allowing the prisoners who were constantly throwing spears or trying to pounce on them to rest in peace! However, although Baphomet was bound by the "Crown of Thorns," and blood was beginning to seep from the cuts on its neck and pool on its head, the monster's reaction speed was still astonishingly fast. One of its hind hooves kicked forward, striking Ryan's axe handle with perfect accuracy.

"clang--!"

With a loud bang, the axe blade, blessed by the God of War, was deflected by Baphomet's kick and ultimately crashed into the sedan chair, turning into a pile of golden slag that was completely unrecognizable.

But that's enough.

With the sedan chair destroyed, the golden magic array, now without its support, can only float alone in the air. It is now so fragile that it can be broken with a single blow.

The holy sword slashed at Baphomet once more! This time, it was a barrage of sword light; if one was frozen in mid-air, then several more would follow! The relentless attacks would eventually exhaust him, creating openings in his defenses.

At the same time, Chloe's offensive was fully regrouped. She took a deep breath, and Ophie's terrifying spell gave her a slight idea. At this moment, her eyes turned completely into a deep blue.

In this delusional kingdom where even "water" can only be turned into "foolish gold," there is only one thing that can flow and maintain its form for a short time without being degraded... that is blood!
Scale-like wounds split open on her arm, and the flowing blood gathered into sharp needles, whistling as they pierced Baphomet's eyes!

Baphomet chanted a difficult incantation, and a semi-transparent membrane formed in front of it... It actually withstood Mirad's barrage of sword light for a full half second! That was enough time for it to react and turn its head to dodge the rapid attack of the Blood-Spirit Shuttles. Although those Blood Shuttles quickly changed direction at a speed invisible to the naked eye and flew back to pierce its back, it was still much better than temporarily losing its sight and being cut into pieces by the sword light.

It endured the excruciating pain piercing its soul from its head and neck, transforming its own arms into a false gold, and forcefully received the sword beams that pierced through the membrane.

On its golden arm, the wound closed in the blink of an eye. Just as it was about to scoff, it saw even more dazzling sword light flying towards it… and damn it, blood-soaked arrows and axe blades!

Do not resist! What sin is there in greed?

He swapped places with the prisoner in the domain and watched as the prisoner, whose face was filled with ecstasy, was mercilessly crushed into exploding golden liquid by the attack. Even Baphomet couldn't help but sigh and say, "Damn it, I've never heard of four beings of the same level ganging up on me. They really have no martial ethics!"

"What I bestow upon these poor souls is the suppressed, sacred hunger! They deserve freedom, yet they are imprisoned! They should possess vast fields of wheat and orchards, yet they are content with a single grain of wheat or a single fruit that they bend down to pick up! The vile god commands you to restrain yourselves, but taking is liberation! This golden kingdom is the true heaven you have been promised!"

"...Do you even believe what you're saying?"

Mirad sighed, raised his holy sword, and countless brilliant beams of light pierced through the dark clouds.

(End of this chapter)