Chapter 81 : Chapter 81
Chapter 81. Sacrifice
On the eve of the decisive battle.
Logaris West went to find Lilith.
He calmly pushed up his glasses and proposed an additional clause.
“On the battlefield tomorrow, keep that bishop entangled so he cannot divide his attention, and do not give him any chance to escape.”
Lilith curled her lips, just about to complain, when Logaris West continued speaking.
“If you can do it, I will appropriately loosen the restrictions of the Soul Binding on you.”
“Every month, you will receive a generous salary from the Northern Territory Treasury.”
He paused briefly and dropped his final bombshell.
“And you will be allowed to have your own private treasury.”
The dark green eyes of Lilith suddenly burst with a terrifying brilliance.
Inside them, countless Golden Lion Coin symbols spun and danced.
A private treasury.
Freedom.
“And also, forget what Alectos Huiyin said earlier.”
“Understood!”
…
Thus, on the battlefield of Rime Valley, everyone witnessed the most dedicated, most relentless, and most insane battle in the career of the Nullifier Lilith.
Lilith transformed into a golden phantom.
Her attacks were ruthless and viciously cunning, a desperate fighting style that completely disregarded stamina and cost.
The dagger in her hand danced so densely that not even a drop of water could slip through.
Every strike precisely interrupted the bishop’s spellcasting.
Every flash-step perfectly blocked the routes he might use to escape.
The bishop felt as though he was not facing an assassin, but a sticky piece of candy glued to his body that he could neither shake off nor escape, and it was even damn electrified.
On the other end of the battlefield, the “friendly fire” performance among the three sides’ high-end combatants had already reached its climax.
The cultists were completely dumbfounded.
They watched helplessly as Victor of the Northern Territory, one of the enemy’s great generals, “accidentally” swung a Battle Energy slash that plowed straight through their own ranks.
They then watched as the lethal wind blade unleashed by the demi-human legion commander Kane was redirected by that damned human mage’s spatial gate, landing perfectly inside their densest formation.
And it was not over yet.
On another side, the red-haired madwoman from the Holy Church, Helena, led more than a dozen Holy Knights like sharks that had smelled blood, specifically stabbing into the weak points of their flank.
Farther away, there was also a black-armored knight with a great bow, Reynard, whose arrows never missed the foreheads of their squad leaders.
Their allies were acting.
Their enemies were killing.
Even the spectators from the third side were delivering extra blows.
The cultists’ battle line collapsed like a landslide.
In less than half an hour, the entire formation had completely broken down.
The surviving remnants were hunted down from all directions, leaving corpses scattered across the ground.
The bishop looked at the corpses of his followers covering the battlefield.
Then he turned his head to look at the distant formation of the Demi-Human Empire legion, which remained perfectly orderly, not having shifted even a single step.
His mind, which had been burned nearly senseless by rage, finally understood everything.
From Ulzok to Kane.
From Logaris West to the madwoman before him.
They were all in this together.
This was a trap.
A perfectly designed slaughterhouse prepared for them from the very beginning.
“Bastards!”
“You… you actually dare to unite and scheme against the most loyal servant of my lord!”
He let out a shriek so shrill it distorted in pitch.
His lungs burned with fury, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
In his raging fury, the bishop burned his own life essence, forcibly unleashing a powerful shockwave that finally pushed Lilith back half a step.
Now!
Without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to transform into a shadow and burrow underground to escape.
However, a pitch-black spatial rift silently opened beside him.
In the next instant, Kane’s full-powered Storm Spiral Thrust burst out from the rift, carrying terrifying force that had clearly “failed to be restrained.”
SPLURT!
The terrifying spiral storm pierced directly through his back.
In the distance, Kane revealed an expression of perfectly timed regret, as if he had simply “used too much force.”
A flawless case of “friendly fire.”
And the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
“Ugh—!”
The bishop was smashed heavily to the ground by the fatal strike.
His body convulsed as black blood continuously poured from his mouth and nose.
His life force drained rapidly.
He struggled to lift his head.
He looked toward Kane in the distance, whose expression was cold and indifferent.
Then he glanced toward Logaris West on the other side, who stood calmly wiping his glasses.
After a moment of silence, the bishop suddenly stopped screaming.
Instead, he began to laugh madly.
“Heh… heh heh… scheming against me?”
“You want to kill me?”
“You think it will end like this?”
“It will not be that easy!”
“You… all of you… will pay the price of blood for today’s blasphemy!”
He suddenly raised his withered hands high into the air.
Countless twisted, writhing blood-red runes instantly appeared across his body.
Ancient and evil incantations spilled from his blood-stained lips.
He intended to use his sixth-tier soul and life as the core to communicate with the supreme will of “Corruption” that existed beyond perception.
At the same time, dense black-red blood energy rose from the corpses of every dead cultist on the battlefield.
That blood energy surged like countless rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converging toward the bishop.
Above his head, it formed a massive and sinister blood vortex.
The temperature across the entire battlefield suddenly plummeted.
“This is bad!”
In the distance, Helena’s expression drastically changed while she was purifying the remaining cultists.
As a Holy Knight specially trained by the Holy Church to purge heresy and evil, she had extensive knowledge of the taboo rituals used by various heretical sects.
She instantly recognized it as a sacrificial ritual meant to communicate with a higher existence.
“Stop him!”
She shouted with all her strength toward the direction of Sylvia and Logaris West.
“He is sacrificing all the dead on the battlefield to summon an evil incarnation!”
Almost the moment her voice fell, the top experts on the battlefield reacted simultaneously.
Logaris West suddenly drew his Magitech pistol.
A condensed crimson Greater Disintegration Spell shot out instantly.
Sylvia also roared loudly.
The twin swords in her hands burst with dazzling Battle Energy light.
A cross-shaped silver-white sword radiance that covered the sky tore through the air and followed immediately behind.
Even Kane and Victor, who had been “fighting fiercely,” tacitly stopped.
Victor silently directed his strongest long-range attack toward the evil source.
Several attacks capable of instantly killing ordinary fifth-tier experts blasted toward the rotating blood vortex from different directions, almost simultaneously.
However, the vortex seemed like a bottomless abyss.
All the attacks disappeared into it, merely stirring a ripple before being completely devoured by the sinister power.
They failed to damage the core of the ritual at all.
Just as everyone’s hearts sank, Helena acted without the slightest hesitation.
She raised her Holy Sword high.
An unprecedented brilliance of holy light erupted from her body.
The radiance was pure and blazing, causing the surrounding evil aura to sizzle as it was burned.
She chanted ancient purification scripture.
Then she hurled the Holy Sword in her hand like a javelin with all her strength.