CH 47

What should I do?

Throwing a half-bright thunderstone might cause damage, but it's impossible to hit like this.

At this moment, a strange whine suddenly came from deep in the sewer.

The face of the black priest changed in an instant.

"Oh no!"

"How could this be so fast?"

She muttered very softly.

Rode did not hear it, but guessed it by reading her lips.

The thick fog on her head did not block his vision at all, just like Karaman's.

The whine continued, and the black priest became very anxious. She pulled Rode's clothes and dragged him to the depths of the sewer.

Karaman followed blankly.

After running for hundreds of meters, the environment around them became more gloomy, and the strange smell made it almost impossible to breathe.

Suddenly, Rode felt a strange palpitation, as if something was attracting him.

Before he could react, his perspective flipped, and he was thrown out by the black priest and fell heavily on the damp and cold ground.

Rode endured the pain, tightly holding the thunderstone, and did not make a sound, afraid of being noticed.

But the black priest didn't even look at him.

She took out a beautifully decorated box from her arms, carefully opened it, and gently sprinkled the green fluff-like powder in front of her.

Thump.

Thump.

Rode heard strange hallucinations, like the sound of his heart beating and blood flowing.

The whine became lower and deeper, like a trombone in an orchestra.

He looked quietly and saw a huge heart beating in front of the black priest.

Every time it beat, the sound of beating echoed in his mind.

The long whine was like a horn, guiding the black mist to gather from all directions and enter the heart through the large blood vessels that were exposed outside.

Its flesh and blood were being infected by the blackness from the inside out.

Rode understood it instantly.

It turned out to be a corrupt substance, absorbing the black mist.

The phenomenon they saw in the square must have been caused by it.

This must be some kind of evil ritual performed by the Doomsday Cultists, and even those monsters may have been placed here by them.

The black priest brought him here, not to let him watch the ceremony, but to make him a sacrifice.

Oh no, after she sprinkled the green powder, she might cut me open immediately.

Rode was very anxious. The thunderstone in his hand was almost completely lit up, but based on the power he used before, if he threw it out like this, he didn't know if the black priest would die, but he would definitely be killed first.

But this was the only chance.

Rode didn't care about the danger, and crawled out as carefully and quickly as possible.

"Little bug."

The black priest's cold voice came from behind:

"You'd better behave, otherwise you will suffer greater pain."

Rode's heart tightened, but she didn't catch up and was still concentrating on her ritual.Perhaps she had underestimated him, thinking that he could not escape from her palm, let alone pose a threat to her. The Dark Priestess didn't even look at him, respectfully bowing and circling around the heart, sprinkling the green fluff in circles around it.

When the Dark Priestess turned her back to him, Rode did not hesitate for a moment and immediately threw the spiritually charged Thunderstone.

A thick mist flew out from the Dark Priestess, enveloping the thrown object.

"You insignificant worm, your futile struggle will bring you a more miserable fate. You will know that your weak spiritual power is nothing compared to true power..."

Boom!

The fully charged Thunderstone bloomed with pure blue light, piercing through the mist.

The winding silver snake bloomed like a flower, and the intense lightning illuminated the entire area.

Its power surpassed Rode's calculations, and the residual lightning knocked him down. The strong numbness made him almost lose consciousness.

The lightning quickly dissipated, and Rode forced his stiff neck to turn his gaze over.

He saw that the black giant heart was still beating, but much slower. The Dark Priestess was lying next to it, and the blue electric light occasionally crawled on her body, but the mist shrouding her head had not dissipated.

Rode's heart sank.

He remembered very clearly that the green-haired girl had told him that this mist was a vaporized spiritual power, a spiritual power technique that only people with a high spiritual power level could use. It had a very strong concealment effect, could shield spying, and isolate spiritual power fluctuations.

The mist had not dissipated, and the owner of the spiritual power had not died.

As if verifying his guess, the Dark Priestess let out a painful groan, her body twitched, and she woke up.

The intense tension hit Rode's heart like a steel needle.

He forced his stiff hand to reach into the gray bag and grabbed the Thunderstone.

The strong numbness made him feel like he was holding a ball of cotton, and the operation of spiritual power was also affected, becoming slow like mud.

"You bastard!"

The Dark Priestess's voice seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.

"How dare you disturb the ceremony of the divine curse seal!"

She staggered up, and the lightning seemed to have caused her great damage, making her unstable.

She tried to pick up the double-headed sword that fell to the ground, but the remaining electric light made her body bounce.

"You bastard!"

The Dark Priestess's tone was full of hatred, in stark contrast to her amiable behavior in the government hall.

"I'll kill you first! The ceremony can still be completed without you, and it won't slow down much!"

She moved her body step by step towards Rode.

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Rode knew it was not good and wanted to throw the Thunderstone early, but his arm was stiff and he couldn't take it out of the gray bag for a while. He could only shout loudly, "Don't come over, I still have the Thunderstone!"The black priest sneered, "You little bastard. You just ignited the fire seed and became the fire wielder. It hasn't even been half a month yet. You've already consumed so much spiritual energy and can still throw out a fully charged thunderstone. It's beyond my expectations. Your soul has long been exhausted. If you still have spiritual energy to activate the thunderstone, I'll eat all the shit in this sewer."

Her pace gradually quickened, and her figure gradually stabilized as she shook off the numbness from the lightning strike.

Rode was extremely nervous, desperately trying to move his arms, but his elbow wouldn't budge, and the thunderstone rattled back and forth in the gray bag.

The black priest became even more certain of her judgment and gritted her teeth, "You're dead, you little bastard! I'll pull out your large intestine and use it as my scarf for the next week."

Perhaps her description was too disgusting, but Rode suddenly raised his arm, holding the thunderstone in his palm, with a third of the engraved thunder pattern already lit up.

His arm still wouldn't move, but Rode swayed his body, swung his elbow, and released his fingers, throwing the thunderstone out.

The black priest was suddenly shocked.

"What! You still have..."

Boom!

The thunderstone with one-third of the energy exploded. The black priest couldn't dodge in time and was hit directly.

Although the lightning was far less intense than when it was fully charged, Rode's clumsiness and proximity still caused him to be hit by the shockwave and fall to the ground again.

The black priest fared much worse. The intense explosion tore open her priestly robe, and blue smoke rose from her body. She fell heavily to the ground and took a long time to get up.

She's not dead yet!

Rode was shocked and desperately tried to reach into the gray bag, but the stronger paralysis made him unable to move.

"I'll kill you with my own hands!"

The black priest's tone was filled with strong resentment, but in the next moment, she became coquettish.

"Little Karla, heal me."

Rode's heart skipped a beat, but his stiff neck couldn't turn, and he could only look out of the corner of his eye.

He saw Karla standing silently in the distance, unaffected by the lightning strike. His eyes were still shrouded in black light, and he clasped his hands together like a puppet, murmuring, "Yes, my mistress."

But in the next moment, a blue water wave fell on him.

The paralysis instantly weakened, and Rode hurriedly reached into the gray bag, grabbing the thunderstone and pouring all his spiritual energy into it.

The black priest cursed, "You idiot! It's me! Heal me!"

A blue water wave fell on her, but it was much smaller than the one on Rode.

"You useless waste! It's a waste to defile the ritual with you. I should have chosen White Smoke Aeg."

She stood up and walked quickly towards Rode, but her steps were still unsteady, obviously not fully recovered.

Rode shouted, "Don't come any closer! I still have the thunderstone!"

The black priest sneered, "You still have spiritual energy to drive the thunderstone? I'll kneel down and eat the shit you shit out on the spot!"

With no other choice, Rode threw the half-charged thunderstone out.

"What, you still..."The black priestess hurriedly tried to roll away to avoid the blast, but her movements were not quick enough, and she was hit.

The intense lightning sent her flying, and her black priestess robe was shattered into pieces. She was enveloped in a thick mist of vaporized spiritual energy, which helped her resist a large amount of damage, but it could not completely shield her from the electric shock.

She crashed heavily to the ground once again, overcome by paralysis.

Rode was also hit by the thunderstone he had thrown and fell to the ground.

The black priestess suddenly shouted, "Little Kara, kill him!"

Kara drew her black sword and walked towards her.

The black priestess urgently shouted, "It's him! Him! That man!"

Kara was a little confused and turned around in place, walking towards Rode one moment, towards the black priestess the next, and even towards the giant heart.

The black priestess angrily said, "What a waste! I shouldn't have used so much force. The sacrilegious ritual has damaged his brain. Don't kill him, heal me!"

A blue light fell on Rode again, and the black priestess's face under the mist almost twisted, "It's me, you idiot! How did your mother give birth to such a brainless fool like you? It's me! Your mistress who can heal you!"

Another smaller blue light fell on her.

The black priestess gritted her teeth, thinking to herself that she would kill that bastard before coming back to deal with Rode.

As the paralysis faded, she stood up and quickly ran towards Rode.

Too much time had already been wasted. The curse spirit heart had an unexpected occurrence and matured ahead of schedule. The current anomaly was likely to be seen by the big eyes on the White Tower. She had to complete the ritual before the new guardian arrived.

Rode shouted again, "Don't come any closer, I really have a thunderstone! If you don't believe me, take a look!"

But the charged thunderstone could not be taken out of the gray bag. Otherwise, like a grenade with the pin pulled out, explosion would be its only fate.

Rode held the opening of the gray bag upright, trying to let her see the glowing thunderstone in his hand.

"How about we both take a step back? You let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

The black priestess laughed angrily, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

She couldn't see the thunderstone from her angle.

"I stopped playing these tricks ten years ago. If you still have spiritual power, I'll eat your shit and drink your urine while lying in your toilet from now on!"