I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

Ange smiled slightly, "The reason? Naturally, it's the same as the other ladies outside. I'm just a nun from a dilapidated church in a small rural town. If I can raise some funds for my little church through this salon, I'll naturally be very happy."

This was obviously meant to lower Diendra's guard.

Upon entering the attic, Diendra began to exude an eerie aura.

Upon hearing Ange's reason, Diendra snapped open her folding fan, partially obscuring Ange's face. "What a kind nun. May your Goddess of Light bless you."

Then, come with me.

You will get...everything you want.

After saying that, Diendra smiled charmingly and turned to walk deeper into the attic.

Ange took a deep breath and followed Diendra's figure.

Finally, the two arrived at the study in the attic.

Deendra pulled a book from the bookshelf, and with a mechanical click, the two huge bookshelves split apart, revealing a secret passage behind them.

“Don’t be nervous, this is something every Perfectionist goes through. Everything you want... is right below.” Diandra smiled as gently as she could.

But in this situation, the laughter only sent chills down one's spine.

“Of course, I naturally trust Ms. Diendra,” Ange replied with a smile.

After passing through a dark and deep passage, Ange followed Diendra into a spacious underground chamber.

The walls of the secret chamber were covered with mirrors, and nearly a hundred stone pillars stood on the ground. By the dim firelight, Anjie could see some translucent bottles and jars placed on these pillars, and the jars seemed to contain some liquid.

Diendra seemed to notice Ange's gaze. "Sister, you can come closer and take a look. After all... you'll need the things inside later."

Will I need it later?

Anjie raised an eyebrow, walked to the nearest pillar, and her eyes widened as she looked at the contents of the jar.

What's floating in the liquid... is actually a human face!

Looking at the jars next to her, Anjie was surprised to find that those jars also contained human facial features and skin.

"Hehe, Sister, you can choose one you like." Diendra's voice came from behind.

Ange turned to look at the other woman, her usual gentle smile gone, replaced by a gloomy and disgusted expression. "Ms. Diendra, what does this mean?"

Deendra smiled slightly, the folding fan in his hand opening and closing with a snapping sound.

"My darling, everything in this world has a price tag; there's nothing truly free for you to enjoy."

If you want to get gold coins and power from me, you'll naturally have to exchange them for something.

And your bargaining chip... is your face.

Although Deendra said these words with a smile, the content made Ange's heart sink to the bottom, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

But Diendra did not stop her sermons.

She picked up a jar containing eyeballs. "These are the eyes that the third Perfectionist gave me. I love them and use them often. They're as brilliant as emerald glass, and they even reflect colorful light in the sunlight."

Well... of course, that young lady is probably living a life of luxury in some noble family right now.

Don't worry, once you retain beautiful facial features, I can give you another collectible to compensate. Don't worry about becoming disabled because of it.

Anjie clenched her fists, her face grim, and asked, "What if... I disagree?"

"Disagree? Hahaha..." Diendra laughed shrilly as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

After a while, she stopped laughing and slowly walked to another jar, gently picking it up.

The jar contained a delicate, youthful face.

When Anjie saw this face, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Because...this face is about 80% similar to Lily's!

It's obviously Lydia's face skin that was ripped off!!!

Diendra introduced with a smug tone, "This comes from a lovely little girl. But she's very naughty; she spied on my secret, and her sister begged me to forgive her."

Well... as I just said, you have to pay a price for what you want. She wants me to spare her sister, so I guess I'll just have to make her exchange her face for it.

Hehe... A face for my sister's life. What an adorable child...

"..."

Ange gritted her teeth, her eyes tightly shut, the terrifying face of Leah flashing repeatedly in her mind. "Bastard..."

Diendra, of course, did not notice Ange's strange behavior. At this moment, she was still holding the jar in her hand and showing it off loudly.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. Just like that child... I pulled it off in a flash..."

puff-

The golden holy sword pierced through Diendra's chest, abruptly interrupting the rest of her sentence.

Deendra stared wide-eyed at Ange, who was holding the holy sword.

"You deserve to die."

Ange had never been so angry.

Even before she realized what was happening, the holy sword in her hand had already been thrust out.

However, Deendra, who had been pierced through the chest, suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"What a grumpy nun. It seems you're not willing to trade with me... Well then... you can remain as part of my collection. Perfect, I haven't had a complete body in my collection yet."

Deendra's body gradually turned into black smoke and dust that drifted away.

Finally, a cloud of black smoke that enveloped the entire secret room appeared before Anjie. Pale white teeth occasionally peeked out from within the black smoke, resembling a smoke monster ready to devour its prey!

"Beautiful lady, become my collection."

A strange, piercing roar came from the black mist.

However, it was met with a high-explosive grenade that shimmered with holy light.

"Boom—"

"Die!!!"

Section 36, Chapter 35: The Cursed Self

As the Holy Light Grenade exploded, the intense power of light instantly reduced the surrounding black mist to nothingness, and a shrill scream echoed from within the black mist.

For Diendra, who had transformed into a black mist monster, the pure power of light was simply her natural nemesis.

At this moment, Ange was filled with rage. She rubbed out hand grenades one by one and threw them into the black mist.

She held two machine guns that shimmered with holy light in her hands, and with a series of rapid gunshots, holy arcane bullets rained down on Diendra's body.

"Aaaaaah—who are you?!"

Deendra's furious cry of pain echoed from the black mist.

"Just a passing saintess of light," Ange sneered.

The hem of her skirt, which trailed on the ground, was a bit cumbersome, so Ange simply ripped it off with a tearing sound, instantly turning the long skirt into a short skirt, exposing her two smooth and straight long legs to the air.

Two more holy light grenades were pulled from under Ange's skirt and thrown into the churning black mist. A burst of holy light appeared, and Deindra's screams rang out again.

"Bastard!!! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

The sharp teeth churning in the black mist rubbed against each other, producing a piercing, ear-piercing noise. Several wisps of black mist broke through the dense rain of bullets, transforming into countless sharp black spikes that stabbed down towards Anjie's head.

Ange's actions thoroughly enraged Diendra, who was now no longer willing to show any mercy to this exquisite "collection".

However, its attack had no effect on Ange.

Just as the spikes entered Ange's attack range, Ange executed a swift side whip kick into the air.

With a soft snap, the spikes were kicked into smoke and dissipated into the air.

Ange even condensed the two machine guns in her hands into a holy light cleaver several meters long, and used the momentum of turning around to slash at the surging black mist.

Faced with this terrifying attack, the black mist was instantly cleaved in two, and the broken teeth fell to the ground with a clatter, only to be blasted into ashes by the holy light grenade that followed.

"Aaaaah—" Deendra's screams echoed one after another.

At this moment, Anjie was like an arsenal, where she could conjure up all sorts of modern artillery with her bare hands and then throw them into the black mist as if they were free.

In an instant, the dimly lit secret room was illuminated as brightly as day by the continuous explosions.

Under intense attacks, Diendra was finally driven into a corner.

"I'm going to... make you pay for this, you bitch!!!"

The mirrors on the walls of the secret chamber shattered one after another, and wriggling squid tentacles emerged from the mirrors. A huge squid head emerged from the depths of the mirror on the roof, and the black mist that Diendra had transformed into was absorbed into the squid's body like ink.

If you look closely, the suckers on the squid's tentacles look like human faces!

And Deindra's face is printed on the very top of the squid's head.

"Die!"

Deindra, now transformed into a squid, roared and its enormous tentacles swept towards Ange.

But Anjie just sneered, threw the machine gun in her hand to the ground, and even tied up her long, flowing hair.

At this moment, five or six tentacles were less than three meters away from Ange. For Deindra, three meters was a fleeting distance.

Ange exhaled and threw a punch at the enormous tentacle.

boom!

When the tentacles touched that delicate, white fist, they were as if hit by a cannonball and snapped off at the root.

Diendra stared incredulously at the scene before him, ignoring even the pain of his broken tentacles.

Anjie looked around and found that there were still dozens of tentacles sticking out of the wall.

Ever since what happened last night, Anjie is almost developing PTSD from the "tentacles" thing.

and...

"They're both tentacles, so why are yours so ugly and disgusting?"