The bleak autumn wind carried a chill, the colors of the sunset gradually swallowed by the dim clouds, as dark gray and black began to permeate the world.

The dense forest was filled with an eerie, dim atmosphere, the sparse light increasingly unable to dispel the deepening shadows around.

The Saintess of Destruction's breathing was rapid and shallow as she staggered through a grove of trees.

Now, she had waited for the [Forced Dispelling]'s cooldown to end, removing all status effects from herself.

Her throat finally no longer felt like it was being scraped with a knife, and the various damage reduction and blood loss status effects applied to her were also dispelled.

Her footsteps steadily pressed on the soft, damp, and cold soil.

She only needed to hide a little further and wait for nightfall, and to restore her condition slightly. When the Blood Lord awakened, she would have the means to borrow the Blood Clan's authority to kill her way back again.

Tonight, she would slaughter at least two people... flaying open their bellies and hanging them in the cathedral, letting them bleed to death in agony!

Best of all… she could capture the half-demon noble lady who was always by Lan Qi's side, scrape off her skin and flesh, and spread it out on the cathedral's banquet table, letting Lan Qi, who came to the cathedral in the morning, witness the most miserable and ugly death of the noble lady with his own eyes.

Would he still be able to maintain that indifferent look?

Just thinking about Lan Qi's expression when he saw that scene made the Saintess of Destruction's lips twitch uncontrollably.

Even if she still couldn't kill Lan Qi tonight, once she had pulled out all of Lan Qi's fangs and claws, when he became a lone commander, no matter how many epic cards Lan Qi had, he would no longer be able to threaten her!

As for that detective with nothing but muscles in his brain, he probably discovered the Shadow World's hints as soon as he arrived in town, and then returned halfway, covered in dirt and looking dejected.

He was probably very happy, thinking that his teammates had already solved all the problems in advance.

But, he would never have imagined that the moment he climbed back up the cliff again would also be the moment of his death—

The Saintess of Destruction would be waiting by the cliff, watching the detective who was climbing up with difficulty bit by bit, and cut off his hands with the Blazing Demon Sword, letting him fall off the eight-hundred-meter cliff in astonishment and despair, smashing into a pile of flesh!

"Your mistake was... you shouldn't have provoked the Rebirth Church... and you shouldn't have met me..."

The Saintess of Destruction's voice was cold and cruel, mixed with vicious determination.

However, at the moment she was thinking this, the Saintess of Destruction did not notice that something seemed wrong beneath her feet.

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet gave way, and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped her whole body in an instant.

In the next moment, it was as if she had fallen from the tangible world into nothingness.

A deep, pitch-black hole, like a monster's throat in the night, instantly swallowed her!

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar that shook her eardrums and brain, she fell heavily into a pit several meters deep.

She fell into the pit, her body trembling in pain.

"Ahhh—!!!"

The sharp poisonous thorns in the pit instantly pierced her skin, her muscles, and reached her bone marrow.

The Saintess of Destruction's face twisted, her pupils contracted violently, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

This was a Tier 3 Earth magic that could instantly set up a pit in the mud.

But this pit was not the most deadly thing. What was terrifying was that the pit was also full of poisonous thorns and animal traps.

Then came the pain, the sharp pain that felt like a million needles piercing into her flesh. Her screams echoed through the jungle with endless agony.

At this moment, her trembling vision saw the shadow above the pit constantly lengthening.

Accompanied by ghostly footsteps, each step seemed like the whisper of death.

A tall figure slowly appeared, standing there quietly, like a statue carved in the darkness, motionless, his long coat fluttering in the wind, looking down at the Saintess of Destruction in the cave.

When the Saintess of Destruction saw the person's face clearly, her heart seemed to be clenched tightly.

It was a familiar face.

Standing at the edge of the pit, holding a heavy crossbow in his hand, his face was faintly visible in the shadows, only the purple pupils above his half-dangling sunglasses, like the cold and overflowing night sky, were always defiant.

Frei looked at the Saintess of Destruction as if looking at a struggling elk.

The Saintess of Destruction's wide eyes were filled with disbelief, and her heart sank into an icy lake in an instant.

The world around her became silent again.

Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion, cruel and merciless.

"You were..."

Before the Saintess of Destruction could finish speaking, her shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow that came through the air in the next second and nailed to the wall of the pit, followed by another shrill scream.

Frei stood at the edge of the pit and gave her an arrow without saying a word.

Although the number of arrows was limited each time they were brought into the Shadow World unless a battlefield card master repaired them, the heavy crossbow itself was a slow-firing weapon with extremely lethal armor-piercing power in every shot.

"Why are you here?!"

The Saintess of Destruction gasped heavily, roaring hoarsely.

"Are you stupid? According to the Shadow World's mechanics, you shouldn't be climbing mountains to solve cases,"

Frei asked back, as if he doubted the Saintess of Destruction's intelligence.

"...?"

The Saintess of Destruction listened to Frei's matter-of-course tone.

She felt that her IQ was being rubbed hard on the ground.

She also remembered how the detective had unhesitatingly jumped off the cliff this morning, deceiving everyone.

She finally understood that the detective's purpose this morning was just to change the psychological pressure on everyone, and then hand everything over to the more Sword Tomb-like Lan Qi, while the detective transformed into a hunter, squatting in the jungle to guard against stragglers, and had been squatting until now.

"Give up resisting. My strength is definitely above yours now."

Frei reloaded the heavy crossbow with a new arrow, the crossbow pointed directly at the Saintess of Destruction, and the cold-shining arrow exuded a strong aura of death.

"Hahaha... Hahaha—!"

The Saintess of Destruction pulled out the arrow on her shoulder fiercely, letting the flesh and blood fly, and laughed madly while holding the Blazing Demon Sword.

"Let's die together!!!"

After realizing the fact that she had been purely played by these two people today, the last string in the Saintess of Destruction's mind seemed to snap.

Whether it was Lan Qi or Frei.

She could not bear such humiliation!

Even if she died, she would personally kill this detective who had made such a fool of her!

…

In the cathedral's hall, everyone's hope, like the afterglow of the setting sun, was about to sink into the dark night.

In the corner under the rose window, another Rebirth Church member still being guarded by Hyperion and her guard sister – the Imperial Goddess Priestess, finally woke up slowly from her coma.

She saw the suppressed expressions on the people in the cathedral.

She looked around again at the wounded and exhausted challengers, and the missing Saintess of Destruction.

She then raised her head and laughed madly, knowing that the Saintess of Destruction, Adeline, had successfully left after severely injuring them.

Tonight was the time for the blood sacrifice!

Thanks to the alliance leader of Mu Bai Jin Yu! This chapter is an extra update, and the normal update will continue at nine o'clock in the evening!

(End of this chapter)