Chapter 408: The Saintess’s End
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 408: The Saintess’s End
“So, the one who finally becomes the Saintess is you.”
The Saintess murmured softly, her tone tinged with a hint of emotion. Yet, Lin could sense it...
From that moment on, the Saintess seemed to relax entirely. It was as if a heavy burden on her shoulders was finally about to be taken up by a worthy successor.
The identity of that successor had surprised her, but she seemed deeply satisfied.
All things considered, it was a happy occasion.
“But for now, you are still Her Highness the Saintess,” Lin said, taking a deep breath. “I must still ensure your safety.”
“Alright, alright, Lin. I don’t want to have to say the same thing a third time.”
The Saintess looked up. Not far away, that Pink Bear was still being chased into a frantic mess by countless monsters.
Perhaps his excessive behavior had finally triggered a chain reaction.
High in the artificial sky, the terrifying Evil God—currently locked in a struggle against the endless Holy Light and the Holy Domain Gate—suddenly cast a cold, indifferent glance downward.
In an instant, the horde of monsters grew even more frenzied. However, they stopped chasing the Pink Bear. Instead, they abruptly turned on one another, launching a savage assault on the surrounding creatures.
The bloody scene looked like a reflection of hell itself.
Countless monsters devoured each other, their mutated flesh swelling rapidly. Something horrific was gestating within an embryo, incubating at an incredible speed.
“Holy crap...”
The Pink Bear’s face turned pale with fright. Forgetting his escape, he whipped out his mace and began pummeling the massive embryo with everything he had.
But the giant embryo was like a piece of indestructible rubber. The Pink Bear’s strikes, which could easily shatter steel, had absolutely no effect.
The Evil God’s blessing had granted the embryo unparalleled vitality.
Soon, bloody tentacles—resembling biological intestines magnified a thousand times—burst through the embryo. An unspeakable monster cast a dark, hideous gaze through the rift.
“Sigh... as useless as ever, Uncle.”
The Saintess sighed softly and turned to Lin.
“Give it to me.”
“Give you... what?” Lin, who was tensely monitoring the monsters' movements, was taken aback.
“Have you forgotten?” The Saintess shook her head helplessly. “The item I left in your care when I first became the Saintess.”
“You mean...”
A memory from roughly twenty years ago—a distant past—surfaced in Lin’s mind.
But at the thought of that object, even the usually composed Great Nun couldn't help but pale. “No, absolutely not! Saintess, you promised me back then that you would never use that thing again!”
“The one who promised you was the current Saintess. But I’m about to step down from this position, so the agreement is naturally void.”
“But you are still the Saintess right now! You cannot do this!”
Lin tried her best to dissuade the Saintess from an act that should never be committed, but...
“Lin.”
The Saintess looked tenderly at the Great Nun who had served her for nearly twenty years, a woman she had always regarded as an older sister. For the first time, a pleading expression appeared on that holy, flawless face.
“This is the last time.”
“...”
Lin’s expression froze. She managed a bitter smile. “You know the consequences of doing this, don’t you?”
“Yes. That’s why I sent the others away.” The Saintess looked into the distance, speaking wistfully. “For me, this is a fitting curtain call.”
“...”
Lin felt a sharp pang of grief in her heart.
She knew this shouldn't happen. She knew the consequences were unbearable.
But facing those eyes, which remained as gentle as ever, Lin couldn't help but soften.
Indeed... this was the last time, after all.
“Sigh.”
Lin closed her eyes and let out a helpless sigh. She then produced an exquisite small box.
The box was sealed with an extremely complex arcane formation. It was clear Lin treated it with the utmost caution, yet it still radiated an ominous aura.
Under the Saintess’s watchful gaze, and after three separate layers of verification and unlocking, the box was finally opened.
When the long-buried items within the box saw the light of day once more, a bone-chilling wind seemed to sweep across the hellish battlefield.
Sensing something, the Pink Bear looked back. When he saw what the Saintess was taking from the box, his bear face twisted in horror. A look of terror appeared in his eyes that hadn't even been there when the Evil God looked down.
“Wait, Latina, what are you trying to do...?” In his panic, he inadvertently blurted out the name that hadn't been mentioned in a very long time.
The Saintess ignored the Pink Bear’s roar. Feeling the coldness emanating from her palm, she stared at the pitch-black, deathly objects and murmured softly, “Long time no see. After all this time, the scent of blood on you seems to have faded quite a bit.”
“But don't worry. I’m sure you’ll be quite satisfied in a moment.”
“Because this is the first and last time I’ll do this... in my capacity as the Saintess.”
With that, the Saintess slipped the pair of hideously shaped knuckledusters onto her fingers.
The monsters' shrieking came to a sudden halt. Countless writhing tentacles stopped their pursuit of the Pink Bear. The eyes in the darkness snapped around, locking onto the Saintess—the woman it had found utterly repulsive and desperately wanted to devour just moments ago.
What was happening?
The dim-witted monster couldn't understand why this Saintess... suddenly felt like a completely different person.
“Well, it looks like twenty years haven't made me fat.”
The Saintess clenched her fists tightly. Feeling the perfect fit of the lethal weapons, she nodded in satisfaction.
Good, they still work. Going in bare-handed... would be so unladylike.
“Then, let’s begin.”
She rolled her shoulders and took a step forward.
Her aura shifted instantly.
The gentleness, holiness, and elegance of a Saintess vanished amidst the howling wind and her fluttering hair.
The Saintess’s eyes shone bright. She ripped away her cumbersome long skirt, revealing her long, porcelain-white legs. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile that was... incredibly wild and formidable.
“Come!”
The voice that was always gentle to everyone now seemed like a phantom of the past. The Saintess’s entire demeanor was sharp and imposing. The knuckledusters in her hands were clearly terrifying killing tools; the dark red bloodstains on them had never faded.
“I’ve been holding it in for twenty years. I finally get to enjoy myself... You monster, come and let Mommy have some fun!”
In the dead silence, the Saintess actually lunged toward the hideous monster. Her leaping silhouette possessed a uniquely dominant beauty.
However, if any believer who worshipped the Saintess were to see this image, they would likely suffer an immediate heart attack and question the very reality of their lives.
Not far away, the Pink Bear had already started bolting. He knew this woman’s true nature all too well. Twenty years ago, she was the type of person who would punch a mountain into rubble just because she was in a bad mood.
And she had been suppressing that urge for twenty whole years.
Who knew if she’d feel unsatisfied after crushing the monster and decide to grab some poor bastard to punch for fun?
On the other side, Great Nun Lin clutched her chest and closed her eyes, her face expressionless.
Even though everyone else had been sent away and no believers would see this world-shattering scene...
As the Great Nun serving the Saintess, this was still a massive dereliction of duty.
She could already see her future: being lectured by those stodgy old men until her very soul shattered.
Not to mention the reports she had no idea how to write, and the cleanup work she had no idea how to handle.
At the thought of it, the pain in her heart... grew even sharper.
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