Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 38 Chapter37- Slaying The Devil Corpse in an Instant!

"Johnny? What are you doing here!"

Emma was excited to see John, but she found it strange upon further thought.

"Didn't you say you were Meditation Retreating in a secret realm?"

John gave a slight smile and said,

"The secret realm I mentioned is around here."

Darklord, who had lost an arm, screamed in pain.

It took him a while to calm down, and then he realized that the one standing in front of him was a familiar face!

"Galewind! It's you!"

"Weren't you 'Sacrifice'? How could you get here?"

Hearing this, John turned around.

Noticeing Darklord's face on the monster's skull, John laughed,

"So it's you... you're still as ugly as ever. I can't help but want to punch your face."

John's mockery was highly effective.

Darklord immediately flew into a rage, shouting,

"I am the God Slayer! Who are you to dare provoke me!"

"Good, let's settle our old and new scores. The fact that you've been hunting me down to level0 in the previous game, I've never forgotten!"

"Let me show you the power of The Devil!"

Upon saying this, Darklord let out a loud shout, and a massive amount of Dark Mist burst out from him.

The Dark Mist was terrifying.

Ordinary players would die instantly upon contact, with no chance to resist.

Emma and White Feather also looked terrified.

They knew that Darklord was now extremely powerful.

After merging with The Devil Corpse, killing players like them would be effortless.

"Johnny, run! We are no match for him!" Emma reminded.

John smiled faintly and said,

"It's okay, you don't have to be afraid, just stand here and watch."

With that, John took a step forward, completely ignoring the raging Dark Mist.

"Go to hell!"

Darklord shouted.

Countless Dark Mists gathered in his palm, forming a pitch-black spear.

The Dark Mist spear was emitting a strong death aura.

Ordinary players would be terrified and desperate just by looking at it.

However, John, as if nothing was wrong, remained unaffected by the Dark Mist's death aura.

"We'll see who's going to hell."

John pointed out a finger, and the Dark Mist, which was originally attacking him, strangely stopped mid-air.

"Do you really not know who cut off that severed hand just now?"

He sneered and grabbed in the air.

The next moment, a long sword emitting a blue light appeared in his hand.

"It was you?"

Darklord showed a hint of horror on his face, which was soon overwhelmed by his arrogance.

"No way! Absolutely impossible!"

"This body of mine is The Devil's body. How could you, a piece of trash, possibly harm me?!"

As he spoke, he swung down his palm.

John just stood there, unmoving, and swung the long sword in his hand.

An invisible sword aura tore through the sky.

Four of Darklord's remaining five arms were cut off by this sword, leaving only the arm holding the spear.

Darklord's face was extremely distorted from the pain.

Enduring the severe pain, he aimed the Dark Mist Spear at John and stabbed!

"Die!"

With this strike, the earth itself was trembling.

Emma and White Feather turned pale with fright.

Even though they weren't directly facing the Dark Mist Spear, they could still feel the power of the attack just by standing to the side!

After all, this was a full-blown attack by The Devil Corpse!

John still stood unmoving in his spot.

The reason he cut off four of Darklord's arms with his sword, instead of all five, wasn't because he couldn't.

It was because he intentionally left the arm Darklord was using to hold the weapon, intending to show Darklord what true despair was.

The spear, made of Dark Mist, was thrusting toward John's skull.

Seeing it was about to hit, Darklord screamed excitedly,

"What if you can hurt me? You can't resist The Devil's full power strike!"

John said calmly,

"A cast-off Corpse of The Devil before becoming a god, is also called The Devil's full power?"

Before his voice fell, the Dark Mist Spear instantly disintegrated, returning to a large mass of Dark Mist.

However, this Dark Mist, originally summoned by Darklord, was no longer under his control.

Instead, it floated around John as if he were the one who had summoned it.

"Impossible, this Dark Mist is The Devil's authority, how can you control it!"

Darklord refused to believe what was happening before his eyes, roaring.

He had made so many efforts, from initially buying SoulSong to plot against John, to spending so much money in the game, even selling his own shares to obtain the ancient parchment, all to become stronger and avenge his disgrace!

In the end, he finally obtained the power of The Devil, but was defeated before John, who was supposed to be "Sacrifice"

This shouldn't be happening!

Looking at Darklord, who was almost going mad, John didn't feel any sympathy.

This guy got what he deserved!

"You should know what happens to people who offend me, right?" John said coldly,

"You made me suffer in The Devil's temple, now that you're in my hands, you should be prepared."

As he spoke, John held the "Divine Blade", and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, John returned to the original spot, the long sword in his hand dissipated.

He walked towards White Feather and Emma, saying, "Let's go. This place is too chaotic. We should leave this contentious place sooner."

Emma pointed at the huge The Devil Corpse behind John and asked, "Shouldn't we deal with... that thing?"

Without turning his head, John said with a smile, "It's just a corpse, what's there to deal with?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant The Devil Corpse was cut into dozens of pieces!

This scene left Emma and White Feather speechless for a long time.

Was all this done by John in an instant?

"Is... is he dead?"

White Feather pointed at the dismembered The Devil Corpse and asked.

John replied, "Not really, The Devil Corpse was defeated, but Darklord is a player after all. Even though I killed him, he can still return to the respawn pool..."

"But this guy better pray he never runs into me again, or I'll kill him every time I see him."

White Feather nodded in a bit of fright.

She looked John up and down and then asked, "You... you are Galewind?"

John's lips curved into a smile, saying, "Guaranteed."

"How are you so strong that even The Devil Corpse is no match for you?"

White Feather asked with an incredulous expression, "What level are you, exactly?"

John pulled the hood on his cloak a bit further down, perfectly concealing his face.

It was necessary to keep a low profile.

There were still many surviving players nearby, and if his appearance was seen, it would only bring trouble.

John didn't like being on too many people's minds, so he said to White Feather,

"Levels are all illusory, just remember that I'm very powerful."

Then, John turned to Emma and said,

"If there's nothing else, let's leave here quickly."

Emma nodded in agreement, she almost unconditionally complied with John's words.

Seeing Emma agree, John grabbed Emma and White Feather's wrists with each hand, then with a thought...

The three of them were surrounded by Dark Mist, and when the Dark Mist dissipated, all three had disappeared from the spot.