The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Chapter 317: Chapter 315: The Holy Court Could Never Be Useless!

Boom!

"Goddamn bastard, do you think this is your home?"

Vera stared at the locked door before her, her anger rising higher and higher.

She had lost all patience for dismantling things slowly.

So she chose—

Boom!

The Magic Puppet struck again, its fist crackling with dense waves of Magic Power, smashing hard against the sturdy door.

The door shimmered with complex rune patterns, dissolving every one of the puppet’s blows.

As the head of the whole stronghold, Vera knew exactly how solid this hidden array was.

If the array’s health was set at 10,000 points, every attack she made barely did a couple. If a Tier Five Mage hit it, maybe a dozen; Tier Six, a few hundred.

It could be broken, sure—even a normal person with a hammer could eventually break it down after a few years of pounding.

It just wasn’t going to be fast.

She grew increasingly agitated.

"Goddammit, why did you make the internal array so damn tough!"

Boom boom boom!

The Magic Puppet’s fists slammed down like a raging storm, pounding the door, and at last, the gleam of the runes began to show signs of fading.

"You, help out too!"

She wasn’t alone in being kept out; there were a few more heretics with her.

They weren’t as strong as her, but at least their attacks could shave a bit more time off.

At this point, no one cared if the array got ruined.

The array could be rebuilt, but if the intruder ravaged the entire stronghold and slipped away unharmed, it would directly threaten the Blood Alliance’s plans...

Thinking of the Alliance’s leader’s methods, a sliver of terror flashed across Vera’s face.

"I’ll never let that happen!"

Besides the Magic Puppet, she joined in herself, unleashing her Spiritual Power, invading the runes within, violently disrupting their flow to create openings for the puppet, allowing its attacks to hit deeper, break the array faster.

About forty minutes later, with the wall collapsing, Vera burst out from the secret laboratory.

She quickly used the array’s link device to connect with the stronghold’s main array, projecting the entire surveillance system in front of her.

Seeing the released exits and the people sprawled all over the prayer area, her expression turned grim.

"Bastard!"

Vera raged helplessly, darting toward the exit.

But a voice from behind made her pause:

"Lady Vera, shouldn’t we first check on the others? If we rush after him now, he might already be gone. Better look for clues on the bodies of our fallen brothers and sisters."

Vera hesitated, looking back at the speaker—Jestikaf, still lying where he’d been beaten, his face smeared with blood.

Seeing Vera’s gaze, he struggled to say, "Just after Lady Vera went inside, we heard your voice in the stronghold, saying you’d caught the intruder and would publicly judge him in the prayer area. You told everyone to go. I was unable to move, so I stayed behind."

The projection wasn’t seen only by Vera; everyone around could see it. Jestikaf, knocked down by Vera, saw it too.

He was deeply relieved—being beaten senseless saved him from joining the massacre.

Vera walked over, grabbed him by the collar, yanked him up, and said coldly, "You’re right, but don’t think I’ve forgotten you led him in here. I’ll let you earn a pardon—find out where he is for me."

With that, she dragged Jestikaf and the handful of surviving heretics toward the prayer area.

Over a hundred bodies lay strewn across the open prayer zone: some wailing, some crawling in the shadows, others gasping for air.

Most, though, were simply unconscious.

The heretics behind Vera hurriedly checked all the bodies, then came forward to report.

"Lady Vera, all their powers have been completely purified."

Vera blinked, "Purified? Impossible. Even the Holy Court’s Purification Skill can’t purge a God’s power."

"But... it really is all gone..."

Bang!

Enraged, Vera hit him with a Spiritual Attack, dropping him to the floor with the others.

She tossed Jestikaf aside and personally inspected the bodies.

After a moment, she stood up with a grim face.

"To totally strip the Divine Power... this sure isn’t Purification Skill. It’s some spell that can absorb another’s strength..."

She scanned the crowd, grabbed a former Tier Two heretic, and asked in a frosty voice, "Tell me—how did he do this to you all?"

The heretic replied painfully, "He—he used Purification Skill..."

Snap!

With a crack of bone, the heretic’s agony ended.

Vera grabbed another: "Tell me—how did he do this to you all?"

Witnessing the previous heretic’s fate, the new one was terrified; hesitating for a moment, he stammered, "He used a special spell—drained the Divine Power out of us. It must be some rival Sect’s sabotage!"

In the Polar Blood Alliance, this magic-tainted Divine Power was called the God’s Might—Divine Power for short.

"A rival Sect..."

Vera pondered for a moment, accepting his explanation.

"The Holy Court’s worthless Purification Skill can’t deal with God’s Might, so only another Sect could cause this. But... which one?"

Vera just couldn’t figure it out.

Then Jestikaf spoke cautiously, "Lady Vera, anyone who drains so much Divine Power at once couldn’t possibly leave no trace. If we piece together what he left, maybe we can track his location."

Vera’s eyes lit up, "You’re right—I almost forgot. I got to this rank because I tracked prey so well."

Spirit Magic is rare, with abilities most mages know nothing about.

One is tracking—almost as sharp as a Shadow Mage.

Vera unleashed her Spiritual Power, casting Spirit Magic to probe carefully, and a slow smile crept over her lips.

"Hehe, sucking so much Divine Power at once—you really left Spirit Power traces. You won’t get away."

After her laughter faded, her expression chilled, sweeping over the bodies on the ground. She muttered, "It’s too late now—this mess can’t be fixed... These wastes drained of Divine Power are useless. Might as well... feed myself with them."

With that, Vera’s body slowly began to levitate.

Next instant, a powerful storm of Spiritual Power erupted, sweeping the entire scene; even the intact mages were her targets.

Moments later, only Jestikaf—spared on purpose—remained alive among the heretics.

Vera grabbed Jestikaf, ignoring his terror, and carried him outward, flying.

Outside, she glanced back at the subspace entrance and snapped her fingers.

The subspace stronghold’s link to reality instantly severed.

"It’s destroyed now; might as well erase it all, so the leader can’t find out what really happened. Next..."

She sensed the vague silhouette and smirked coldly.

"Running outside, huh? You think you can lure me out? Let you lure me—see if that saves you!"