Chapter 85 : Just Turn on Your Cheats When You Can’t Win?

A strong killing intent rushed toward them. Who had entered the god’s lair and let their guard down just because the Fell God was dead? It was not a good habit.

The scepter in his hand struck the ground. The moment it touched the stone, golden runes lit up on it. Holy light burst from the top of the scepter, quickly forming a translucent barrier that enveloped the Pope.

The sword struck the barrier, a harsh scraping sound echoing.

“Who are you?”

Milly didn’t answer. She took a step back and held her breath. The world slowed down in her eyes. As she exhaled, the glowing runes on the barrier became clear. Only one spot was slightly dimmer.

This was much easier than Stacy. There were no weak points on her barrier.

Her wings unfurled, and she left an afterimage behind.

A flash of cold light. The sword pierced the barrier’s weak point.

“Crack!”

The holy barrier shattered like glass.

She had thought the Pope would be a more formidable opponent. Compared to a certain someone, he was far from it.

Was Stacy really killed by him? That would be the joke of the year. Stacy was a Fell God. The Pope couldn’t even block her attack. How could he have killed her?

After breaking the barrier, Milly grabbed the Pope by the collar, her fingers digging in, the fabric tearing.

“Where is the one who killed the Fell God?”

With his current strength, he couldn’t have been the one. So, the one who killed Stacy was probably somewhere else in the fortress.

She didn’t want to fight Tifna, nor did she want to press her. But the Pope, now in her grasp, was another story. After all, a certain someone had planned to burn her at the stake. Milly held a grudge.

A golden light flashed in Oswell’s eyes. The next moment, a surge of holy light from his body sent Milly flying back a few steps.

She quickly steadied herself, her grip tightening.

“Is this all the Pope has?”

Her arm was numb. It wasn’t even a fraction of Stacy’s power.

She had been so focused on the Pope, she had almost forgotten there was someone else here.

From the moment she had started fighting Oswell, Lillian had been standing by, watching. As a Saintess, she had no intention of helping him.

Her behavior was strange, but who cared?

Her gaze shifted to Lillian, a dangerous smile on her lips.

“Saintess, I know who Eileen is.” She deliberately lowered her voice. Lillian’s pupils shrank. “Tell me who killed the Fell God. You don’t want others to know who Eileen really is, do you?”

Oswell glanced at Lillian, a hint of surprise in his eyes. But this was not the time to ask questions. After he dealt with the Fell God’s follower, he would ask her.

“Prepare to die.”

He raised his scepter. Blinding holy light burst from the top, forming countless arrows of light that rained down. Milly dodged, weaving through the light, shattering the approaching arrows.

“Judgment!”

The sword didn’t just hurt Milly. With the Pope’s roar, the ground split open, and a pillar of white fire shot up from under her feet.

Oswell slashed out several crescent-shaped sword auras.

The newly formed holy barrier barely blocked them. But as Milly lunged forward, the barrier shattered again.

“Don’t get in the way.”

Oswell tried to counterattack, but Milly appeared behind him like a ghost.

The holy-infused scepter thrust backward, but it only tore through an afterimage. Milly’s sword grazed his shoulder.

The scepter fell to the ground. Oswell stumbled back, nearly falling. If it weren’t for the battle with the Fell God that had exhausted him, he wouldn’t have been so easily defeated.

To think he had to use their power to deal with a common demon.

Ignoring the incapacitated Oswell, Milly’s gaze returned to Lillian.

“Saintess, the nuisance is gone. We should continue our conversation.”

“The one who killed… the Fell God… was… His Holiness the Pope.”

There had to be a limit to jokes.

She had almost beaten him to a pulp just now, and in front of Lillian, no less.

And now, she was telling her that this Pope, who couldn’t even defeat her, had killed Stacy?

Was she trying to make her laugh to death, so she could inherit all the torment she had received from Stacy?

“It was His Holiness. But the situation was a bit complicated.”

Oh?

New information.

But after a few rounds with the Pope, Milly was sure of one thing. That bastard Stacy was definitely not dead. She was probably hiding somewhere, enjoying the show.

That bastard. She would really kill her tonight.

After this fight, Milly understood one thing. Although she was no match for Stacy, when she fought others, she suddenly understood Stacy’s experience.

Just because she couldn’t beat Stacy didn’t mean she was weak. It was just that Stacy was too overpowered for this world.

A chill ran down her spine. Was someone trying to sneak up on her while she was talking to Lillian?

The sword that was about to thrust backward was stopped by Milly. That wasn’t necessary.

She elbowed backward, feeling her elbow hit something hard. The figure behind her froze for a moment, then a longsword fell from her hand, clattering to the ground.

She looked back. Tifna was on the ground, clutching her stomach.

“Tifna, I told you I didn’t want to fight you. So, don’t interfere…”

Before she could finish, the air around her suddenly grew still.

What was happening?

Milly felt an immense pressure, not unlike what she had felt from Stacy… what was happening?

She turned and found the source of the pressure.

The Pope’s wrinkled face was covered in complex golden runes. His eyes flowed with liquid holy light. The aura he exuded was not that of a normal human.

What was happening? Had he been possessed by a god?

She was the transmigrator. How could he be the one using cheats?

Was there no justice, no law? Just turn on your cheats when you can’t win?

He hadn’t even made a move yet. Run. Thirty-six stratagems, running is the best.

She had just taken her first step when an invisible hand grabbed her throat and lifted her into the air.

Not good…

Broken slipped from her fingers, dissolving into light as it hit the ground.

Milly struggled desperately, but she was like a kitten held by the scruff of her neck, unable to exert any force.

No… she was suffocating.

Unlike Stacy, who would always let go before she reached her limit, the Pope’s grip was meant to kill.

Her vision began to darken. Before she lost consciousness, she heard the Pope, or rather, the entity that possessed his body, speak.

“Hidden by that filth until now. I’ve finally found you, outsider.”

“Saintess, take her back to the sanctuary. Watch over her.”

As her consciousness faded, she vaguely felt her body falling, hitting the cold floor with a thud.

It hurt so much.