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This time, Evans finally reacted, slowly extending his slender, withered hands and holding them in front of his chest, as if begging Ella for that strange idol.

"You want this?" Ella asked curiously, but Evans remained silent, maintaining the same posture like a devout believer begging for a blessing.

Ella then placed the idol in Evans's palm.

She had expected some strange turn of events, but Evans simply held the wooden statue in front of him like a baby in swaddling clothes, remaining motionless.

Ella was completely bewildered, not understanding what the mad former archbishop was doing, but suddenly felt a warmth coming from the depths of her being.

She sensed through the link in the void that Evans's faith in her had deepened.

But this only made Ella more confused.

"Have you become so pathetic, Evans, that you're indulging in embracing an empty shell?"

A hoarse, deep male voice suddenly rang in her ears. Ella was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see a figure dressed in a black ceremonial robe appear at the cell door at some unknown time.

"But it's also good news, adding another achievement to my gains today."

The man in black robes slowly walked past Ella, looking down at the idol in Evans's hand.

Two long strips of cloth hanging down her shoulders fluttered with her steps, like a cloak divided in two. From top to bottom, they were embroidered with a white pattern that evolved from a full moon to a crescent moon.

Where did this show-off come from? That was Ella's first thought. But since the other party was able to appear silently in the dungeon under the layers of protection of the sanctuary, he must not be an ordinary person.

Therefore, she was naturally on high alert.

After admiring Evans's disheveled appearance, the mysterious man who suddenly appeared slowly turned around and turned his gaze to the petite silver-haired girl.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Ella Heville, chosen by the God of Light, daughter of an Imperial Duke. She possesses such a captivating appearance and is also a sword master at the young age of sixteen."

Faced with her aggressive gaze, Ella simply smiled and said, "I was unaware that you had come to my sanctuary to pay your respects. I have failed to entertain you properly and have been unworthy of your hospitality."

"Hehe, what an enviable soul, showered with love and affection." The man also revealed a playful smile, and the aggressiveness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Excuse me, your Excellency?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The man patted his forehead. "The New Moon Priest of the Full Moon Order, on behalf of the great Moon Goddess, greets you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a barely perceptible white light flashed in the man's eyes, and an invisible ripple pierced through the air between them, disappearing directly into Ella's brow.

This is a spell activated by the blessing of the deity who controls the night and the moon. The mental shock that obscures all senses will silently destroy the brain of the person affected by the spell.

A mere glance was enough to end the duel; this is the power of the extraordinary realm.

Seeing the girl standing motionless, the black-robed priest could clearly feel the magic he had transmitted to her cute head raging, easily destroying everything it touched.

Stripping away the uninteresting inner qualities and retaining only the pure exterior, this was the most enjoyable moment for the Full Moon Cult priest each time he killed someone.

I really don't know what those cowardly guys are afraid of. A girl who hasn't even grown up and doesn't even have the awareness to resist extraordinary magic, isn't she easy to kill?

However, it was thanks to their timidity that this perfect and holy maiden, a life favored by the God of Light, became his exclusive collection.

The black-robed priest couldn't help but lick his lips excitedly, his hand trembling with pleasure as he stroked the girl's slender shoulder:

"Don't worry, I'll put you on my bedside table. You'll definitely be my most cherished work of art..."

“…What are you doing?” Ella frowned slightly and slapped the other person’s hand away.

The black-robed priest was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was hallucinating. He reached out his hand again, only to have it slapped away by Ella.

The girl took a half step back, looking at the other person with disdain.

Huh? Did I miss my spell? The black-robed priest didn't react for a moment. He looked into Ella's eyes and silently cast the strange mental storm spell again.

He truly felt his magic penetrate the other person's forehead, drill into that soft and fragile brain, and turn it into a mess.

Seeing the glint in her eyes again, Ella realized what was happening.

This can't be blamed on her; she had never encountered such a concealed transcendental spell that borrowed divine authority before, so it was natural that she would be much slower to detect it.

"So that's why my head was hurting, it was you who caused it?!"

Huh? My head hurts a little?

The black-robed priest was stunned. He could clearly feel that the other person's brain was completely wrecked and a mess.

It's just a slight headache??

"No...why!?" He couldn't comprehend this beyond common sense and asked a question he never thought he would ask in his life, "Don't you use your brain?"

Chapter Ninety-Seven Mythical Forms

"You dare to curse again?!" Ella was furious. How could this person be so rude?

"No, that's not what I meant... I was just asking sincerely..." The black-robed priest was bewildered. Even now, he could feel his magic destroying the other's brain. The viscous brain matter was clearly swirling inside her skull. How could this saintess still be alive and kicking as if nothing had happened? "Why can you live without a brain?"

"You're the one who's brainless!" The petite silver-haired girl jumped up and threw a punch.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed priest immediately curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

madness!

As a swordsman, he used a harmless attack due to a moment of anger. The full moon divine punishment on his robe will burn any ignorant person who touches it to ashes.

Although it is unknown how the saintess misled his magical perception, at this moment, he will be buried by his own arrogance!

Mortals are mortals after all, completely unaware of extraordinary powers...

Then, in his vision, Ella's slender, delicate fist suddenly transformed into a furry white beast claw.

"boom"

The divine punishment spell was indeed triggered, emitting a faint white light that vanished in an instant, like a blown-out candle flame.

In that instant, the black-robed priest suddenly realized that this was probably what it would feel like to take a rune cannon head-on.

The entire dungeon shook slightly as if an earthquake had struck, and even Archbishop Holmes, sitting high in his office in the sanctuary, could see some dust being shaken off the ceiling.

"What happened?" Holmes hurriedly called to the servants outside the door to find out the source of the tremor.

Meanwhile, in the dungeon beneath the tower, the black-robed priest, his body hunched over like a shrimp and deeply embedded in a cracked hole in the wall, had a blank mind.

Wait... what is this?

What the hell is that?!

Through the blurry vision, a silver-haired girl with bright red eyes walked gracefully towards them, her furry little paws on her right arm resembling the hands of a teddy bear in a store.

"Hey, are you alright? You're not dead, are you?" Ella asked with concern.

The other person acted very convincingly beforehand, so she was very serious when she took action.

I never expected this guy to look so tough but be so fragile. One punch from him and he'd be stuck in the wall.

It's so rare to find someone who seems to know something; it would be too far-fetched to accidentally kill her with a single punch.

"Ugh!" The black-robed priest suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ella initially thought it was some kind of strange magic being used by the other party, so she quickly dodged to the side. After a moment, she realized that the other party seemed to be simply spitting blood.

"Oh, do I need treatment?" Ella asked with a chuckle as she pulled out a dark, tentacle-like appendage.

But in the eyes of the black-robed priest, those slightly benevolent, crimson eyes were narrowed, yet seemed to be full of mockery and contempt.

"I...I'm going to kill you!!!" The black-robed priest gritted his teeth, suddenly plunged one hand into his chest, and pulled out a throbbing heart in his withered fingers.

But in the blood vessels of the contracting and expanding atrium, what flows is not bright red blood but white fluorescence.

Guided by the power of the gods, this heart will cross the void to connect with the object he has locked onto. Having just poured magic into Ella's brain, he has now easily connected all of her organs with magic.

A dazzling halo surrounded the heart, like the rising moon in a dark dungeon.

To Ella's astonishment, the black-robed priest crushed the heart in his hand.

An invisible force descended with the disintegrating fragments of moonlight, like countless stars falling from the dark ceiling.

The girl heard a strange noise coming from inside her body, and her vision was suddenly plunged into darkness.

In the black-robed priest's vision, he could clearly see Ella's crystal-clear eyes burst open as he crushed her heart, blood overflowing from her seven orifices, her body twisted like a rag doll, her torso and limbs twisted and broken at bizarre angles.

"It's a pity. You could have kept your eyes, but now you can only replace them with two glass beads." The black-robed priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing wildly. "You only have yourself to blame for daring to defy me!"

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

The blood flowing from Ella's body gradually transformed into black sludge, and tiny tentacles covered with countless suckers emerged from the girl's wounds, spraying sludge onto them.

Just like hair growing from the joints of a hollowed-out doll, the lost flesh and blood are slowly woven into shape by these fine tentacles.

A strange "crackling" sound rang in the black-robed priest's ears, and in his wide eyes, he saw the fragmented girl slowly returning to human form.

A pair of crystal-red eyes were pushed out of their sockets by tentacles inside the skull. Ella, who had regained her sight, tilted her head and looked at the black-robed priest: "Strange, why are you still alive after crushing your own heart?"

The ethereal sound echoed in the cell, yet it was like a bell guiding the black-robed priest's soul toward hell.

Huh? Am I the strange one?

The black-robed priest's mind went blank again; he could no longer comprehend what he was seeing.

Is this the Holy Maiden of Light?

How can this be?

Mental pollution?

Illusion?

Is this the light?

God's choice?

Oh yes, she is God's chosen one.

Ah, I see...

I understand...

So this is what light is...

"Oh, sorry." Ella suddenly realized her vision was distorted. She straightened her head, which was drooping on her shoulder due to her broken neck, and made a clear, bubbly sound. "I was wondering why I felt so weird. I feel much better now."

Then, she grabbed the Full Moon Priest, whose chest had a large hole, and shoved the dark, tentacle-like mass into the priest's bewildered, open mouth.

"Haha..." The Full Moon Priestess, whose throat was being swollen and bulged by tentacles, just stood there blankly, letting out a meaningless laugh, completely unconcerned about the slippery tentacles.

Ella couldn't understand what had suddenly triggered this guy; he was perfectly fine just a moment ago, how could he suddenly become like an idiot?

He crushed his own heart, not his own brain, so why did his intelligence disappear along with it?

However, her recovery process was indeed a bit strange. For a moment, she even felt like she wasn't human but rather... a gigantic mass of tentacles.

She could clearly feel the sensation from each tentacle, as if she were controlling thousands of limbs at the same time. Although she had no eyes or ears, she could clearly "see" the surrounding void through the senses extending from her tentacles.

This felt different from when she summoned tentacles. Summoning was just like a mage controlling a summoned creature, but just now she truly felt like she had turned into a huge mass of tentacles.

Fortunately, the feeling didn't last long and I quickly recovered.

Thank goodness, if possible, she still wants to live a normal life.

Ella patted her unremarkable chest, but she didn't notice that in a corner of the dungeon, a terrified rat was trembling in the shadows, covering its mouth.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: On the Eve of Departure (End of Volume Two)

What is this?!

Two hours after watching the Holy Maiden of Light drag her mangled body away from the cell, the rat, curled up in the corner, finally dared to breathe slightly.

After achieving the transcendent rank through the power of the Moon Goddess, the priests who serve the Moon Goddess can plunder the hearts of others and refine them into soul artifacts, thereby storing a portion of their souls within them.

And inside this rat was the last heart of the black-robed priest.

As the fourth-ranking Priest of the Crescent Moon in the Order, he possessed the capacity for a total of three hearts. He stored two of the powerful magical hearts within his own body, while placing the last, weaker one, inside this agile rat for escape in times of crisis.

If it weren't for a voice in his mind telling him to shut down all his senses just before Ella was hit by the spell, he probably would have gone insane just like the original body.

When he regained his senses, he only saw the silver-haired girl in the blood-stained white dress rub her head, and then he felt endless madness and fear coming from the other two souls.

He even resolutely severed his connection with the other two hearts, fearing that the bizarre madness would spread to him through the connection between their souls.

This is outrageous! That thing is not some saintess at all...

Those weren't human at all... That so-called angelic coronation, the chosen one of the God of Light, probably became that monster's food long ago...

He glanced at Evans, who was still clutching the wooden statue, and realized it was no wonder the high priest had gone mad.