The Wicked Saintess Who Transmigrated into the Book Will Never Reveal Her Secret Identity

Chapter 66 : Soul-Stealing Blade

Soul-Stealing Blade==============================

"Bang."

The bead shattered, transforming into a sky full of pink dust in the air.

In the next second, the atmosphere—distorted with pale white light like an overexposed photograph thanks to the Divine Kingdom Descent—became hazy and dreamlike in the swirling pink dust.

Immediately, within a smaller area covered by the dust, vague outlines of modern buildings emerged.

Contrary to the beautiful yet somewhat antiquated buildings of the Spirit Realm, these structures were filled with a modern aura—clean and bright, exactly like the real world.

With the power of the Sacred Artifact, this spirit realm space, which originally overlapped with the Divine Kingdom, descended into reality.

At this moment, the Spirit Realm, divine Kingdom, and reality all overlapped. The spaces constantly twisted as if they would collapse at any moment, only to self-regulate the following instant.

Fortunately, because they had notified the Mechanist Association in advance, the surrounding civilians had already been evacuated, and thus were not harmed by the black mud machines that had appeared on the ground.

"How interesting..."

The false god stood atop a tall building, the structure overlapped with the black mud wave beneath his feet.

Looking at the scene before him, he uttered a disgusting, sticky, sludge-like voice in admiration.

Upon hearing that sound, Jiang Cheng and the others instinctively frowned with discomfort—it was truly revolting.

"But so what if you brought me into the real world?"

The false god clearly didn't care how unpleasant his voice was, nor whose stomachs it turned, and continued speaking.

"So what if my power is weakened a bit?"

The false god spoke arrogantly. Even the last, lofty Adventurer God was devoured by him—what could this lowly Adventurer City possibly do to harm him?

"Is that so?"

Jiang Cheng replied, smiling slyly, tilting her head.

As she spoke, Jiang Cheng snapped her fingers. In the next instant, the world trembled.

Deep below the ground, at the lowest point of the cavern, the formation that had trapped the dragon for thousands of years flickered a few times, then shattered and crumbled.

Suddenly, a pair of golden vertical pupils snapped open in the darkness, the sheer force of their presence making even the city's residents above shiver inwardly.

"I... am free? I'm free? I'm free! Wahahaha, this lord is finally out!"

"Hmm~ Such a familiar scent. That must be the little girl handpicked by the elf above."

Muttering to himself, the Sin Dragon unfurled its massive wings—unused for a millennium—and with a sweep, crashed upward straight into the rock ceiling!

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening crash, the thick stone wall instantly shattered, and the Sin Dragon burst out like a bulldozer.

On the surface, Jiang Cheng leapt lightly. As the ground split open, in the very next moment, her figure landed on the Sin Dragon's back.

"Hmm~ So it really is you. I thought the aura seemed familiar. Alright, tell me—which enemy do you want me to deal with?"

"Of course it's..."

Jiang Cheng narrowed her eyes, golden irises glinting craftily.

"Of course it's that really disgusting black sludge thing up ahead~ so..."

"Dragon, dance! Shatter the enemy before us."

"As you wish, my friend."

The Sin Dragon let out a wild laugh, soaring into the sky. "Any enemy, this lord will..."

"Eh—WTF? He actually has a godhood? You want me to take on a god?"

"Dragon,"

Jiang Cheng said with a soft laugh, "go on, I know you can do it."

"Damn! You two old foxes, big and small," the Sin Dragon cursed.

When its vertical pupils opened once more, only icy killing intent remained in the dragon's eyes.

"We agreed I'd only give my full-power strike and then leave," the Sin Dragon stated coolly.

In the next instant, endless black hues clung to its scales, and dark lightning crackled all over its body.

"God, take this lord's all-consuming strike!"

With a mad laugh, the Sin Dragon, wreathed in black lightning, crashed into the false god.

At the precise moment of impact, the black lightning converged before it into a lightning-wrapped black hole.

The false god's "expression" shifted; countless components floated out from his massive sludge body, assembling into a pitch-black cannon.

With a dark gleam at its muzzle and black sludge being sucked inside, the cannon immediately fired at the Sin Dragon.

"Boom!"—with a tremendous explosion, Lyle, already injured and coughing blood, was sent flying.

Fortunately, Ferran, shielded behind him, was unharmed and not blasted away.

As for Jiang Cheng? She had teleported away the very second before the Sin Dragon collided with the false god.

As the dust settled, at the point of impact, a mass of intense energy gathered, with a black hole twisting and devouring everything, until finally collapsing under its own instability.

"Damn! I'll get you two foxes sooner or later!" the Sin Dragon cursed.

He wasn't too badly off; blood seeped from between his scales, and one wing was twisted, seemingly broken.

Still, appearing unconcerned, he hurled another curse at Jiang Cheng and flew off, lopsidedly.

And the false god? He had been smashed to the ground, the components within his sludge body now nothing but scrap metal, his muddy body bubbling and flipping, clearly severely injured.

His position, by chance, was directly in front of Ferran!

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Having been heavily injured by the Sin Dragon, the false god—already unable to bring out much strength—was finally afraid.

Faced with this clearly dire situation, he shouted in terror.

"You can't kill me! Saintess, you must know what happens when a god dies!"

"If a god dies, his city instantly transforms into the opposite of his domain."

"With no adventure, no machines, this place will turn into a city of disgusting flesh and hopeless, stubborn deadweights!"

"I know," replied Jiang Cheng. "That's why I won't kill you."

"Ferran,"

Jiang Cheng's voice was weak as it came, "take what I gave you."

"Alright,"

Ferran nodded, drawing a dagger adorned with countless jewels from his sleeve.

This was the artifact Jiang Cheng had risked much to acquire at auction—the Soul-Stealing Blade.

Its effect was simple: once stabbed into an enemy, the wielder's soul would begin possessing the target, requiring only that the enemy be locked on for a certain period.

And in the earlier battle, Ferran had evidently already locked onto the false god.

"Go, stab the blade into him,"

Jiang Cheng said calmly, "You may die, or even live on in agony, but for a rat from the bottom of Adventurer City like you, this is the only way to avenge Teacher."

"What—what are you doing? You want to possess me? Impossible! I said stop! Do you want to die?" the false god roared.

"Alright..."

After a pause, Ferran ignored the false god and nodded to Jiang Cheng. "Everything I have is from Teacher. Of course I won't give up."

As he spoke, he advanced, "Even at the very bottom of Adventurer City, we still have hearts."

"No! Stop!"

With the final word, the soul-stealing blade was plunged into the rotting form, snatching away its soul.