Chapter 171 (1/2)
“Sinner with the Dark Mark, your soul shall be purified today.” The pope’s white robe flapped with the wind. He appeared extraordinarily righteous.
Claire immediately understood!
So this was the reason!
The Temple knew that she was the one with the Dark Mark, so they were to kill her at all costs.
Claire’s knuckles were already pale, clenched so tightly her nails dug into her flesh, yet she did not notice. Her hand dripped with bright, piercing blood, dyeing it red.
Endless pain, sorrow, and anger swallowed Claire whole. She stared at the pope fixedly, her emerald eyes bloodshot, becoming more and more red. Her malevolent expression became even more terrifying.
“Tighten the net!” the pope ordered. He did not know why, but when faced with Claire’s hateful gaze, he felt unease.
“Ahhhhhhhh” Claire roared into the sky suddenly, her voice filled with rage and grief. The sound pierced the night sky towards the horizon. Everyone’s heart started to beat.
The pope’s sense of unease grew stronger, but he could not care for it. He raised his hand high. With a flash of white light, a giant scepter appeared in his hand.
“Great goddess of light, please bestow upon me strength. Light of the sky, converge here…” The pop chanted quickly as he raised the scepter and point it at Claire, who was still trapped inside the net of light. At the end of the scepter, a ball of light appeared, gradually growing in size.
Claire looked up towards the sky, her gaze vacant. As she slowly stood up, Claire felt as if time stopped.
In an instant, Claire emitted golden light that grew until it engulfed her completely. The golden light looked so pure and holy that. Gradually, it became brighter than the white light of the net and the light at the tip of the scepter.
What was going on? The pope was taken aback. A final struggle?
The twelve cardinals could not bear the strong light and squinted, watching Claire. Clearly it was Claire who was being pressured by them, but why were the ones to feel uneasy them?
“Today, I will teach you what regret means!” Claire roared. She brandished her hand high. Suddenly, the devil net shattered. A golden flame snaked along the lines of the net towards the twelve cardinals, as if alive.
The next instant, there were multiple painful cries. Some cardinals did not even have the time to cry out before their chests became huge, bloody holes. You could see the trees behind them through their bodies.
Not even a trace of the net was left.
The pope’s face ashened. He knew Claire would be hard to deal with, but did not expect it to be this difficult. Earlier, when she roared, it seemed her strength had increased. Did she ascend another level? A breakthrough? But the pope immediately cast away this thought. Impossible! She was already a sorcerer, what level could she ascend to? How could she make a breakthrough in such a situation? The only possibility was that Claire was a trapped beast! This was only her final struggle.
The pope relaxed slightly. He finished his incantation, then swung forward with all his might. The huge ball of light at the top of the scepter streaked towards Claire violently.
Claire laughed coldly, not intending to dodge at all. With a wave of her hand, a sword appeared!
It was the Azure Ripple blade!
Originally ordinary looking, the moment Claire drew the Azure Ripple blade, it radiated with light, then shattered to reveal its true form! The pattern on the hilt was ancient and profound, whereas the blade was abnormally sharp, imbued with a terrifying, cold hue.
This was the true appearance of the Azure Ripple blade! Only now could Claire use its true power!
The transformative Azure Ripple blade! An artifact!
Claire dashed forward. With one slash, she cut the giant ball of light in half!
Her expression cold, she passed through the remains of the ball of light, heading straight for the terrified pope. The two halfs struck the ground, boring two giant craters. Dirt and rocks flew, trees fell.
The pope dodged Claire’s strike hastily.
The blade appeared wild and uncontrolled.