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Chapter 67: Mutual Hatred

The four priests from the four infamous cults: Cult of the Evil Dragon, All Things Wither, Necromancer Sect, and Abyss Dwellers loomed before Roy, and even his heart sank at the sight.

He wasn’t surprised by the cult’s attack, but he never expected them to team up in advance, meticulously plotting his demise.

A Sequence 7 cult priest typically wielded power comparable to a Sequence 6; if he couldn’t guard against their trickery, the battle would tilt even further against him!

Among them, the presence of Cult of the Evil Dragon‘s girl, Mina, gave Roy a distinctly ominous feeling, sending a painful throb through his heart, forcing him to be extra cautious.

This girl actually escaped the hunt of the kingdom’s knights?

It should have been the cult’s downfall after the faith’s source, the Fire Dragon, fell…

With his heart weighed down, Roy scanned the cultists but refused to back down: “What’s the matter? A bunch of stray dogs too scared to come at me without banding together?”

The old man and the wizard’s expressions darkened, but Mina sneered, “Isn’t it because you’ve brought this upon yourself that I was able to gather so many friends so easily?”

“Obstructing the Mother Goddess’s plan, stealing the gifts bestowed upon disciples by the God of Death, even ruining the Abyss Lord’s schemes… Haha, do you really think you can get away with desecrating the divine like that?”

With each of her pointed accusations, Roy felt a flush of embarrassment.

Wasn’t it your old-hooded folks who made their own bed? Why would I want to play the righteous partner and get dragged down with you?

And what was with that last line? When did I ever deal with the Abyss Lord?! If it’s a fight, let’s fight, but don’t go throwing around baseless accusations!

After a cold smirk, Mina’s expression transformed into something grotesque.

“The most important thing is, you killed my grandfather.”

For the first time being accused of bloodshed, the boy’s pupils contracted, his confidence wavering.

He hadn’t expected familial ties to exist among cultists.

But the next thing she said completely wiped out Roy’s twinge of guilt.

Ignoring her sharpened claws, Mina clawed at her blue dragon-scaled face, gritting her teeth in hatred: “The failed priest will be a gift to his relatives! His flesh and blood belong to me! If it weren’t for you, I would have borrowed his flesh to win my King’s favor!”

“Ah, but that’s okay.”

In the next moment, she tilted her head, a radiant smile appearing: “As long as you offer your blood and flesh, my King will still favor me!”

Such a devoted daughter, Roy nearly couldn’t process it.

The girl of faith spread her arms wide, laughing from above: “Surrender now, and we might consider making your death a bit less painful. We could even leave a few pieces for your little girls~”

Faced with the mockery and murderous intent of the cultists, the boy took a step forward, raising his sword against the foe: “Enough of your nonsense.”

“Who among you wants to die first?”

Mina was momentarily stunned, then revealed a bloodthirsty grin.

“Get to it.”

The miasma roiled and the mist turned frigid.

Above, a giant, rotting, skeletal vulture swooped down, only to be violently struck away by a resounding crash of golden lightning.

“Big bro, leave that old bat to me!”

“I’m gonna shred that filthy beast that tried to smear my rebuttal to bits!”

Roy wasn’t good at aerial combat, so handing off the Necro Vulture to Cheese was his best bet.

And he couldn’t afford to worry about that right now.

In the blink of an eye, an army made of bones erupted from the ground, the storm of blades already upon him.

The boy surged forward, the blade of Pure Water slicing relentlessly as he dove into the tide of hundreds of skeletons and rotting corpses.

With dragon scales protecting him, not fearing blades, the Pure Water blade was unstoppable. The black-haired swordsman wielded sword upon sword, cutting a path through.

But just as he was about to break through the enemy ranks, a pale magic circle ignited into existence.

From it came a towering skeletal warrior, clad in heavy armor and brandishing a massive axe.

Sequence 7, Undead Warrior!

Roy intended to block with his dragon scales, but noticed a dark glint flicker between the axe blades and hurriedly pulled back.

The great axe swiped through, shattering his scales, and a line of crimson streaked across the boy’s shoulder.

The pairing of dragon tooth weapons and the Undead Warrior formed a perfect match, allowing the former’s sharpness to be maximized by the latter’s brute strength.

But so what?!

With the heavy axe raised, the wind from its swing roared.

The boy didn’t retreat, instead stepping in, transforming the Pure Water longsword into a dragon tooth shield, unleashing a wave of crimson wind.

Blood Essence Solidified!

When the two weapons clashed, the immense Undead Warrior was hammered backward like a kite severed from its string, hurtling past Barnes, who hadn’t registered what happened.

The necromancer, after all, was not skilled in close combat!

With the shield turned lance, just as victory seemed within reach, dark blue tendrils lunged at him from all directions!

“You… you’re just too mean!”

Her hilariously childish cry didn’t detract from the terrifying nature of those tentacles.

Roy dodged, his spear transforming into dual swords, spinning and twirling, within a breath, severing all eight tentacles at once.

But those tendrils weren’t flesh and blood; they instantly regenerated in the muck of dark water, latching onto Roy’s limbs and neck!

Before he could struggle, the black, fetid stream erupted from the tendrils, forming a giant water sphere that completely sealed off any chance of escape.

The hunched deep-sea priest manipulated the octopus-like tentacles beneath his robes with a cowardly expression, though his mouth twisted into a wicked grin: “Big brother, you seem very strong on the surface, but in my Water Prison, all that awaits you is a watery grave.”

Even extraordinary beings of the water element struggle to endure long in sea water.

Unless there’s an immense difference in bloodline level, enabling a breakout through sheer might, anyone trapped in the Water Prison would almost certainly perish! Not to mention those eight tentacles capable of shredding an Sub-Dragon were already tearing at his body and neck.

“If you keep your mouth shut, you might live a few more seconds… ah, sorry, I’m holding on to your neck!”

Barnes returned to his calm demeanor, looking at the boy hanging in the air, gulping down seawater, and sneered: “You really think I’m afraid of you?”

“Fool, your secrets have long been seen through!”

“In fact, we had several contingency plans, it’s a pity we didn’t get to use them all… tsk, can’t hear me anymore, huh?”

Seeing the boy’s gaze grow increasingly hazy, the tightly gripped blade dropping, and struggling stopping, Barnes shrugged with disinterest.

A meticulously plotted contingency plan couldn’t fail, but to end it so easily, that was rather dull.

“Fine, let’s wrap this up.”

The Undead Warrior raised the dragon tooth giant axe again.

Beside him, the Octopus priest puffed out his cheeks like a child: “Don’t do that, don’t do that! Big brother is so pitiful, let him die a bit easier going back to the Abyss!”

Barnes shook his head: “We’ll split the spoils afterward, might as well strike now.”

“Oh, true.”

As they spoke, the Undead Warrior had already approached the boy, raising the axe like he was handling a dead fish on a cutting board, sneering as he swung down.

However, just at that moment, the boy who should have drowned suddenly opened his eyes wide, a brilliant azure light flashing in one of them.