I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"Could it be that you are truly cursed?"

Vigo reached out and grabbed Lynn's wrist, intending to use his shadow power to investigate.

Lynn did not dodge.

He knew he couldn't escape it.

The moment Vigo's fingers touched Lynn's skin.

[Sanity: 23-22 / He is full of expectation, hoping you will fall into the abyss]

A line of blood-red text suddenly appeared in Vigo's mind.

Vigo's gray-white eyes suddenly contracted, and the playfulness on his face vanished in an instant.

Is the power of this curse really that strong?

Just a touch was enough to reduce his sanity by a little.

At the critical point of 23, any fluctuation in his sanity could lead to his utter ruin.

Vigo's face was no longer composed. He exerted force with his five fingers, and the dense shadow power in his palm instantly condensed, transforming into a black blade capable of piercing through everything, aimed at Lynn's heart.

However, just as he was about to strike...

The sky changed without warning.

The dim, yellow sky over the ashen wasteland shattered.

It shattered silently, in a bizarrely strange way.

Countless cracks appeared out of nowhere, spread, and then the entire space disintegrated like a shattered mirror.

Vigo's movement abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He looked up abruptly, his grayish-white eyes filled with horror.

"Domain...Domain expansion!"

As a level 79 powerhouse, he instantly realized what had happened.

The gloomy world faded away, and a magnificent scene that defies description appeared before our eyes.

They were standing on a vast, boundless, pure white plaza, with smooth, jade-like stone slabs beneath their feet. From between the slabs, sacred clouds of mist swirled and rose.

At the end of the square stands a majestic temple, its doors tightly shut, exuding an aura of ancient holiness.

"Where is this?"

Vigo was stunned.

He was 100% certain that this was not Lynn's territory.

This level eleven sorcerer never exhibited any elemental fluctuations during his spellcasting from beginning to end; he did nothing.

But where did this damned domain come from?

Vigo could clearly sense that the rules of this suddenly unfolding domain were tightly bound together with Lynn's life force.

Once Lynn dies, Vigo will be trapped in this unknown realm forever, until his soul is annihilated.

Damn!

He withdrew the shadow power from his hand, subconsciously took a step back, and distanced himself from Lynn.

Did Lynn really do nothing?

Of course he did it.

The moment Vigo grabbed his wrist, he began to gamble recklessly.

You can't escape, and you can't win.

Since we're going to die anyway, let's make it more glorious.

[Sanity: 100-125 / A new divine servant is coming]

He did not overdraft his sanity to communicate with the Sirens.

He chose the most insane, and only, way to break the deadlock—to raise his sanity level and actively attract the attention of beings of higher status.

He didn't know what was coming.

Perhaps it is a monster more terrifying than Vigo, or perhaps it is some kind of deity who has lost its mind.

But what he was betting on was this unknown.

I'm betting that this new divine servant will fight the level 79 assassin in front of me to a standstill.

Compared to passively waiting to die, this is also a way with an extremely low survival rate, but even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, it is better than sitting and waiting to die.

In retrospect, he was half right.

This suddenly unfolded domain successfully prevented Vigo from killing him.

While Vigo was still in shock and confusion, Lynn was already extremely nervous.

He could feel an overwhelming pressure descending from the sky, so immense it was suffocating him.

Vigo noticed it too.

The two looked up at the same time.

Above the vast and boundless sky, a golden light tore through the clouds, and a figure dressed in a full set of magnificent silver-white armor, holding a spear, slowly descended from the sky.

His figure was not huge, but he carried an aura of majesty that looked down upon all living beings.

The figure stopped in mid-air, its cold gaze sweeping over Lynn and Vigo below.

A will devoid of any emotion echoed throughout the entire space.

"Intruder, die."

Chapter 58 The following chapters might get a bit dark.

Vigo immediately used his appraisal skill on the target.

[Race: Temple Guardian]

[Level: 79]

[Sanity Value: ???]

His heart sank.

Level 79.

Are they in the same grade?

The black dagger in Vigo's hand reappeared, and dense shadow power flowed around his body, turning him once again into a blurry cloud of dark smoke.

He entered his most proficient fighting form.

But he couldn't be happy at all.

Both are at level 79, so they don't sound that different.

But Vigo knew very well that this battle was extremely disadvantageous to him.

He is an assassin.

The greatest strength of an assassin lies in their stealth, surprise attack, and ability to kill with a single blow.

They are death gods who walk in the shadows, and they are not good at, and extremely disgusted by, direct confrontation.

In a one-on-one situation, he had hundreds of ways to wear down this seemingly not-so-bright temple guard.

But the problem now is...

Vigo glanced at Lynn not far away out of the corner of his eye.

He wasn't the only one on the field.

This damned realm, its rules are inextricably linked to Lynn's life force.

If Lynn dies, Vigo will be trapped here forever.

Therefore, he not only had to fight the guards, but also had to spare some attention to protect Lynn.

This effectively rendered him 90% incapable of being an assassin.

Cannot stealth, cannot create distance...

He was forced to fight a level 79 berserker head-on.

"Hold."

Vigo cursed under his breath.

That's going to be really tough!

The temple guards did not give Vigo any more time to think.

After uttering that death sentence, it slowly raised the golden spear in its hand, which also shone with holy light.

The spearhead pointed straight to the sky.

In an instant, the sky above the pure white square was filled with swirling clouds and wind.

Countless golden points of light appeared out of thin air, converged, and in an instant condensed into countless incomparably sharp spears of light, densely packed, obscuring the entire sky.

"Rain of divine punishment".

The name of the spell instantly popped into Vigo's mind.

One of the Church's most classic and widest-ranging area-of-effect attack spells.

Without a second thought, the dark smoke he transformed into suddenly expanded outward, forming a huge black cloud that completely enveloped Lynn and himself beneath it.

Almost at the same time that the dark cloud formed.

A sky full of light guns suddenly fell!

shhhhhhhh

The ear-piercing whistling sounds blended together, and a torrential downpour of golden rain slammed heavily against the dark canopy that Vigo had erected.

nourish - nourish -

Two completely different forces collided and annihilated each other violently.

The holy light and the eerie shadows are like water and fire, incompatible with each other.

With each impact, a hole would be burned into Vigo's Shadow Canopy, only to be repaired by more Shadow Power in the next second.

The spears of light melted away instantly upon contact with the black mist, transforming into light elements and dissipating into the air.

Vigo felt as if he were using his flesh and blood to withstand a continuous shower of meteors.

Every block is accompanied by a tremendous drain on energy.

What frustrated him even more was that he could sense that the temple guard could unleash an attack of this magnitude with absolutely no effort.

It's like a fortress with unlimited energy, capable of continuously unleashing this area-of-effect attack without stopping.

Meanwhile, he himself was actually consuming the shadow power within his body.

With the balance of power shifting, defeat is only a matter of time.

The first wave of "divine punishment rain" had just stopped, and Vigo hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

The temple guards on the opposite side have changed their tactics.

He held the spear horizontally in front of his chest, drawing a perfect arc from left to right.

"Purification and Sweep".

A huge, crescent-shaped golden blade of light whistled as it slashed across the smooth, jade-like ground.

Wherever the light blade passed, space itself was slightly distorted.

Vigo dared not be negligent. With a thought, a thick shadow shield rose from the ground and precisely blocked the path of the light blade.

boom!!!

A deafening roar echoed across the empty square.