Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 971: Chapter 21: Divine Grace Transfer

The Torture Goddess, Lavita, is considered relatively strong among the Divine Spirits with weak divine power.

Due to the dominance of the Divine Spirits, the Pain Sovereign, Malathes, as the chief judge of the Divine Favored’s church, can access more domains of the Divine Spirits.

Compared to the Goddess of Joy, Lierla, Malathes can access the goddess’s domains of pain, torture, execution, strength, and revenge. These divine domains have a distinct feature: they come with some combat enhancement and allow mastery of many damage-related divine techniques (through domain access).

In contrast, the domains of the Goddess of Joy, Lierla, primarily provide blessing-type divine techniques. Under the influence of church doctrine, they do not engage in combat as frequently as the Pain followers, even practicing self-harm daily to increase endurance and willpower.

The Pain Sovereign, Malathes, thought a single Skinning technique would render Duncan powerless.

But what he saw were blood-red eyes filled with rage and murderous intent. If, before the Skinning technique took effect, Duncan was just a regular divine hall guardian, at this moment, he was more like a berserk Barbarian. Pain and torture had unleashed his ferocity, and this terrifying killing intent transformed into the warrior side’s inherent ability: "Intimidation"!

Roar!

A battle cry.

Made everyone nearby feel a soul-wrenching terror.

Duncan’s figure rose swiftly, blood seeping through his armor and dripping down. A drop of blood fell on the crimson lips of the Mother of Great Bliss, causing her to shiver as if being burned.

This man’s blood seemed to be enveloped with tangible "fury"!

"Domain?!"

"Warrior’s fury?"

The Mother of Great Bliss looked up in astonishment, seeing the house in front of her collapse under the impact. The figure of the Pain Sovereign, Malathes, was smashed into the house, large sections of the roof crashing down. Duncan’s greatsword burned with the radiant fire of the Goddess of Joy, shining as bright as the Holy Light of a Paladin’s prayer from Heaven Mountain.

The rising dust spread out in all directions like a shockwave.

Sparks burst forth.

The nine-tailed whip of Malathes swept across, shattering the sturdy wall. His body rose into the air, and in the instant of a knee-bend launch, he appeared under the bright moonlight, with sacred scars infused with the goddess’s divine power like armor skin. The thorny iron whip in his hand wound around his body like a venomous snake, barbed hooks stretching like serpents’ tongues, sweeping towards Duncan from all directions with astonishing skill.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Arrows released.

A sky full of bow and crossbow arrows. The Pain Sovereign, Malathes, let out a muffled groan. Even with his formidable constitution, facing so many poisoned arrows, he still felt a tinge of numbness. Just like Duncan relying on his robust constitution to partially resist the effects of the Skinning technique, he only resisted part of the poison’s erosion.

The powers of the Divine Favored and Chosen are ultimately borrowed.

At this moment, Malathes was besieged by the simultaneous assault of two churches. Under the slaughter of dozens of high-tier professionals and five or six legendary powerhouses, he had no time for spellcasting and could only fight using the magic-like abilities granted by Divine Grace.

Blood sprayed wildly!

Duncan’s figure darted through the air. Amidst the swirling dust, the situation was unclear. With a thud, the left arm of the Pain Sovereign, Malathes, was severed, while Duncan bore several more terrifying scars on his body, his golden armor corroded and pitted.

As long as one isn’t unimaginably powerful, even a Divine Chosen can be forced into a corner and killed.

The opponent couldn’t escape anymore.

The figure of the Pain Sovereign, Malathes, slowly descended. As the dust was blown away by a magical cyclone, everything in the center of the battlefield was exposed to everyone’s view. The fearsome enemy had lost an arm, his back was pierced with arrows, and the blood-colored purgatory wings were in tatters. Duncan’s sword struck his shoulder, almost severing the purgatory wings along with it.

He was already finished.

Yet, for some reason, faced with the kneeling, severely wounded, and dying Pain Sovereign, Malathes, Lord Duncan-Starfall did not directly kill him.

"I did not lose to the Mother of Great Bliss!..."

A raspy voice full of unwillingness sounded.

The Pain Sovereign, Malathes, knelt on one knee, weighed down by Duncan’s greatsword, unable to move. Both his arms were useless, but he raised his head to gaze at the man before him, his expression gradually calming, or rather, ready to embrace death’s arrival.

He laboriously turned his head, blood gushing out, looking at the dazzling Mother of Great Bliss not far away, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He had not lost to the Goddess of Joy’s Chosen.

But to a formidable warrior who emerged from nowhere!

Heroes of the land are as numerous as fish swimming across the river.

Since the outbreak of the Saint’s Calamity, many powerful legendary figures emerged throughout Ferren; some even attempted to seize the divine powers.

If the opponent was only the Mother of Great Bliss, he would have long completed the mission and escaped.

But things have no ifs. Since Lord Duncan-Starfall appeared, their every move was seen through, as if exposed to the sun, leaving nowhere to hide.

Under the watchful eyes of many.

The Pain Sovereign, Malathes, stared at Duncan before him, his voice hoarse and trembling as he slowly said, "Serving such a weak divine spirit, you will never have the chance to attain immortality."

The Mother of Great Bliss instantly became furious at these words!

She could tolerate her enemies looking down on herself but could absolutely not tolerate them looking down on the Goddess of Joy, Lierla.