Chapter 489, Section 488: Indigestion

Sword Saint!

How could you die like this!

Slurp...

Taking advantage of the lull, Lin Jun had the prepared mycelium quickly climb up the Sword Saint's corpse, which had already been confirmed to have disappeared from the panel, and accelerated its decomposition. Then, the mycelium also devoured itself and quickly shrank back into the ground.

Back then, the two sides had different positions, and in that earth-shattering battle, the dungeon was torn apart!

Lin Jun constantly relived that epic duel, a spectacle worthy of being recorded in history books, but she never expected... uh... hiccup...

[Greed Triggered in the Seven Deadly Sins]

[Plunder Skill: Qi Sensing LV4]

[Plunder Skill: Moonwalk LV4]

[Plunder Skill: Stealth Step LV7→LV8]

[Plunder Skill: Evasion LV9→LV10]

[Plunder Skill: Speed ​​Boost LV9→LV10]

...

[Plunder Status: Dragon Crystal Potion (Provides high resistance across all aspects)]

As expected of the Sword Saint, he certainly has some good stuff on him...

etc?

Is something most important missing?

Where is my [Sword Mastery]?!

Switch to the [Inspiration] perspective.

Under the frenzied devouring of [greed], the Sword Saint's soul has been completely sucked clean, leaving not a trace of impurity.

The only exception is [Sword of the Ultimate].

If you compare the soul to an ice cream cone, skills are like the chocolate coating on top. Lin Jun can easily lick them off one by one, leaving not a trace.

But the "Sword of the Ultimate" looks different; it's like the stick on an ice cream cone, and it's quite difficult to remove.

Simply put, for the first time in her life, Lin Jun was choked by her own soul.

The current situation is rather strange.

Because the plundering was not yet complete, [Greed] bound the Sword Saint's soul, preventing it from merging into the world's trash can like other recyclable souls that had been decomposed.

Lin Jun was holding one end of the [Sword of the Ultimate] in her mouth, which was still slowly disintegrating, while the other end was still connected to the Sword Saint's soul, like a pendant.

However, the plundering is only slow, but it's only a matter of time before it's all in hand.

Throughout the entire battlefield, what Lin Jun wanted most was the [Sword of the Ultimate] and the divine artifact [Blood Calamity] above the emperor's head.

Now that I know that the [Sword of the Ultimate] is already mine, I can finally relax.

As for the emperor's divine artifacts, we'll talk about that another time.

In fact, Lin Jun also really wanted it; with it, even challenging opponents of higher levels would be a breeze.

Unfortunately, titles are something that can never be stolen. Lin Jun wondered if Seven Sins would be any different. To avoid disappointment, she decided not to have too high expectations.

Lin Jun would occasionally reflect on whether her habit of wanting to rummage through mushroom groves whenever she saw something good was too greedy.

But on second thought, isn't this also a form of responsibility?

Divine artifacts and skills should rightfully belong to those of virtue.

Looking around the world, who deserves them more than someone determined to save the world?

After finishing her own business, Lin Jun turned her attention to the situation on the front lines.

Number One and Number Two's souls have already slunk back, and even Number Five, the fastest runner, couldn't escape.

This outburst of rage was clearly abnormal; she seemed to have lost her mind, yet her goal was clear.

Along her journey, she would tear apart anything, whether it be demons or humans.

But the direction they were heading never deviated, and they traveled eastward to Sanshan City.

It's hard to imagine that someone who has lost their mind could still move forward with such a clear goal.

And her three-dimensional attributes have been continuously improving along the way.

This improvement was almost without any reason. Even without gaining experience through killing, her power was still rising at an astonishing rate, as if she had an inexhaustible spring of power hidden within her.

So much so that, despite being only level seventeen and not even reaching the bronze level required to become an adventurer, his attributes already surpassed those of an ordinary duke.

And it is still rising at an accelerating rate.

Lin Jun didn't believe that such power could be obtained so easily in this world; the whole thing seemed strange.

Fortunately, the obviously abnormal rage had already clashed with the old bat, and it seemed like there was more to come, so Lin Jun obediently waited.

On the other side, Pink Puji had already been pushed into the mycelium network by two bodyguards.

The three Puji were strung together like a candied hawthorn, with Inanna sandwiched in the middle, number ten leading the way, and number four at the back to prevent pink Puji from falling behind.

It was Number Ten's idea not to let Number Four lead the way; it simply didn't trust its reckless companion's sense of direction.

As for Alama and Lorenzo.

With Lin Jun deliberately reducing the number of Puji on the battlefield, the two dukes, no matter how unwilling they were, could only retreat temporarily in the face of a gradually disadvantaged situation.

Their remaining troops were no longer fit for battle.

In fact, if it weren't for Puji covering the rear and stopping Xenophon, who still wanted to pursue, it wouldn't be impossible for the entire army to be wiped out here.

...

Outside Sanshan City.

Vesalius stared at the figure wreaking havoc among the demon army, a hint of confusion appearing in his crimson eyes. This ragged fellow could easily tear apart heavily armored demon soldiers with his bare hands, yet his fighting style was completely chaotic.

The stark contrast between that strength and the rough fighting style left him wondering where this guy came from.

Humanity's backup plan?

Frankly, looking at the other party's appearance, Vesalius found it hard to believe that this was some kind of backup plan.

Moreover, although this guy in front of me has physical abilities that surpass my own, he has no fighting skills whatsoever. In a real fight, he wouldn't even be able to beat Xenophon, that pig-headed guy. As a last resort, he's completely inadequate.

"Your Highness!" Seeing his subordinate injured, the one-armed Ern raised his weapon. "Please allow me..."

“No need. You’re in charge of reorganizing the formation and continuing the siege.” Vesalius raised his hand to stop him, lightly touching the scratches on his chest. Although they had a significant impact, dealing with a brute-force idiot was still a piece of cake. “I’ll personally entertain this uninvited guest.”

With a wave of his hand, Vesalius unleashed a storm of blood bats that swept across the battlefield once more, instantly engulfing the berserk figure.

The swarm of blood bats formed a constantly rotating dark red vortex. Although tearing sounds and beast-like roars could be heard from within, no matter how the woman struggled, she could not break through the cage constructed by the blood bats.

Upon seeing this, Ern decisively took over command, leading the demons to reorganize the formation that had been disrupted by the battle between the Sword Saint and the Emperor, determined to trap and annihilate the last remaining human forces.

After a long time, Ern finally finished setting everything up.

At the same time, the vortex of blood bats behind them suddenly contracted inward, followed by a deafening roar.

Is it over?

Ern looked back and saw a dark figure plummeting rapidly from mid-air.

As the thing swept past Ern, he swiftly grabbed it; it was a head.

When he saw what was in his hand, he was immediately horrified.

"Your Highness?!"

"Roar!"

The Bloodbat Cage completely collapsed, and the furious creature stood amidst the rain of blood, its hands gripping Vesalius's mangled body.

With a tearing thud, the prince's body was ripped in two.

She didn't pause for a moment.

His blood-stained toes crushed the ground, and his figure transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, piercing straight into the enemy ranks.

Wherever it passed, the demon soldiers seemed to be struck by boulders, with severed limbs and fragments of armor swirling in the air.

Just as Ern raised his weapon, his remaining arm was shredded by a fleeting figure, spitting blood as it crashed into the pile of corpses.

After wreaking havoc, the humanoid monster turned its attention to Three Mountain City.

"Not enough... We need to kill... more..."

(End of this chapter)