Are you all idiots? Why do you like to eat shit so much?

Rode couldn't understand. He had already thrown out three thunderstones. Why wouldn't she believe him?

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Let's each take a step back. You let me go, and I'll report you when I get out. We'll each rely on our own abilities, isn't that good?

Why won't you listen to advice?

Her pace was too fast, and Rode could only throw out the fourth thunderstone.

"What? You..."

The Black Priestess was extremely shocked, and even before she could dodge, the thunderstone exploded directly on her face.

This was a thunderstone with two-thirds of its energy. The huge electric light swept across, piercing through her protective fog, and the explosion range exceeded twenty meters. The Black Priestess was blasted out and fell to the ground.

Rode was in a better state this time, and he jumped back one step in advance, only being grazed by a fork of electric light.

Although his body was paralyzed, his movements were not affected much. "Spiritual Recovery" continued to work, and his soul was replenished with depleted spiritual power as if soaking in cool spring water.

Opportunity!

Rode immediately reached into the gray bag, but when he touched it, his heart suddenly sank.

The thunderstones were used up.

When the guardian gave them to him, there were only ten in the gray bag. He had thrown six before, and now he had thrown four, leaving none.

Rode lifted his head. The Black Priestess was not dead yet. The fog on her body had dissipated somewhat, but it still existed.

Under the fog, she was like the spiritual energy teacher, without a single piece of clothing, with a white and tender body that was exactly the same as what was seen in the crystal ball. She sat up, and the butterfly on her chest was also intact.

But Rode had no romantic thoughts at all. Death under the peony is better than life under a viper. This woman was like a snake and scorpion in his eyes. It was better to live in a cesspit than to be killed by her.

He wanted to use the spiritual gun, but quickly dismissed the idea.

He had tried before, and even if the bullet hit her, it couldn't penetrate the fog.

This was not an ordinary strong person.

Rode's mind flashed, and he quickly thought of the only way—disguise.

He pretended to have more thunderstones and acted as if he had the upper hand, scaring her and then escaping from the sewer.

He immediately inserted his hand into the gray bag, gathering spiritual power in his hand. Although she hadn't used spiritual vision from beginning to end, she was most likely a "stone-wood core." But just in case, he had to do the whole set.

The Black Priestess slowly stood up, and this time, there was a strong sense of fear in her eyes.

"Who are you? With such deep spiritual power, even the guardian doesn't have it. You can't be a new student."

Rode sneered, like a strong person taking off his mask. "You don't need to know who I am. If you don't want both of us to be injured, let me go now, and we won't interfere with each other."

"No! It's impossible!"

The face under the fog twisted a bit.

"At least tell me who you are and what your purpose is!"

Rode didn't waste time talking to her. Delaying time was extremely disadvantageous for him. Once the Black Priestess recovered from the electric shock paralysis, the initiative would be in her hands."Hmph." He said firmly, "Then go die, I don't know how many Thunder Stones you can eat."

He pretended to take his hand out of the gray bag, and the mist of spiritual energy covered his arm, full of power.

The black priest's pupils shrank and he shouted, "No! Wait! Let's talk!"

But Rode was unmoved, covering more mist of spiritual energy on his shoulders and arms, showing that he had sufficient spiritual energy.

The black priest bit her lip, her face turning pale and green.

When there was only Rode's wrist left in the gray bag, she suddenly shouted, "Okay! I agree! You can go!"

Rode sneered, inserted his hand back into the gray bag, and quickly and steadily walked out under the black priest's gaze.

At this time, he couldn't show any cowardice. As soon as he walked out of her sight, he immediately turned into a fork in the road. There were countless branches on both sides of the main road of this sewer. She couldn't find him at all.

The plan was loud, but Rode had only taken two steps when he heard the fierce voice of the black priest.

"You bastard, you tricked me!"

She rushed towards Rode.

"What are you doing? I threw the Thunder Stone!" Rode exclaimed.

The black priest remained silent, and Rode knew it was not good. He ran away.

Although the black priest was seriously injured, she was still a powerful figure similar to the guardian, far stronger than the novice Rode. She pointed her toes and took two or three meters in one step, although her movements were slow and stiff, she was much faster than Rode.

Rode had only run a few dozen meters before she caught him.

"You're finished, you bastard!" Her beautiful face was completely distorted, leaving only ferocity and anger.

"Karamon, bring the black knife, the ceremony is about to begin!" She grabbed Rode's neck and lifted him up.

The thick fog blocked all his punches and kicks, but could not stop the hatred emanating from her face.

"I, the fourth black priest of the Blasphemer Cult, Balistan Selmy, will cut open your belly, dig out your heart, pick out your bones, and use your brain, eyes, trachea, and bladder as sacrifices to present the trace of the God's Fragment in the gap between the spiritual realm and the present world. The light will eventually be extinguished, and the world will belong to the darkness..."

Hiss!

The black knife pierced through the thick fog and stabbed through her chest, and blood slid down the tip of the knife.

All the expressions of the black priest froze.

She turned back in disbelief and saw Karamon behind her, using the polluted ritual knife belonging to the Blasphemer Cult to pierce her body.

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His eyes still had black light, but there were many chaotic things in them, and he muttered, "You are not a good person, Rode is a friend, you are not a good person, Rode is a friend."

"You, you unlocked the blasphemy ritual?"

The black priest's expression seemed to see the end of the world.

"No, it's impossible, your spiritual vision is only 9, you can't see the truth of the Mist Crystal Ball, why? Why is this?"

But the next moment, Karamon began to murmur again, "Yes, my mistress, you are my everything, dominating my soul and controlling my body, your command is everything."

He slowly pulled out the black knife and handed it over.

Splat!The Black Priest spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly realized, "I only unlocked half of it? No wonder I never followed orders. How did he manage to do it?"

She was about to take the knife and order Karamon to heal her when Karamon suddenly withdrew his hand and exclaimed, "No! You're not a good person! Rode is my friend!"

Sneering, the Black Knife stabbed her in the chest again. In an instant, the surging anger and intense pain made the Black Priest lose all reason. She struck back with a palm, shattering half of Karamon's body, but her wound instantly burst open, blood gushing out, and the dense fog around her dissipated.

The consecutive injuries were too much for her to bear, and her spiritual energy was in complete chaos. The corrosive toxins of the ritual knife had caused irreversible damage to her soul.

The Black Priest knew that if she didn't return to the Black Water Pool immediately, her spirit would dissipate and she would die completely.

Without any hesitation, she immediately turned into a dense fog, carrying her broken heart and flew away from the hole at the top of the sewer.

The sewer became quiet for a moment, and only the sound of dripping water could be heard.

Rode had a surreal feeling of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had just escaped death.

But he quickly came to his senses and saw Karamon, who had lost half of his body on the ground. He sighed and said, "Karamon, you're a good man. Rest in peace."

He put his hand over Karamon's eyes, but after touching them a few times, he couldn't close them.

"Don't you want to die with your eyes closed? Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you. This woman never loved you. She just used you as a tool..."

"Uh, Rode."

The black light in Karamon's eyes dissipated completely, and he made the faintest sound possible. "I can still be saved..."