When Lette arrived at the west side of Holy New City, the scene was already a ss.
All the mbers of the Dark Race present were lying on the ground, still breathing but essentially incapacitated for battle.
The most surprising to Lette was that even those numbered prisoners were also lying helplessly on the ground.
This group was supposed to be extrely troubleso. If they acted together, even the high-ranking mbers of the Holy Light Church would be quite vexed.
Now, they were lying there obediently, seemingly unable to resist.
Only Adros was still struggling, but the Black Gold Tears Sword in his hand had been snatched away by a shadow in mid-air.
"Adros!"
"Boss!"
Adros struggled to stand, but Lette quickly supported him.
"Boss, I’m useless. She took the sword..."
"Don’t worry, rest for a while, and I’ll handle it."
Adros nodded heavily twice before finally fainting from exhaustion.
Lette cast a few Divine Curses on him, then placed him in a safe area.
He turned around and, under the moonlight, saw a little girl hovering in mid-air, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.
She had snow-white skin, black hair like Black Rosewood, and blood-red lips.
Just like Emily said, almost exactly like in fairy tales.
"Miss Scarlett, hello."
"Hello, Lord Saint Wright."
The Blood Witch Scarlett slowly descended from mid-air, her Black Gold Tears Sword now tinged with a blood-red hue.
Lette could sense that her strength was not high, indicating she was likely not in her true form.
It seed that this Blood Witch, while casting a coating spell on her subordinates, had left part of herself within them.
Now having reunified and absorbed a large amount of energy from the Dark Race, she was able to form this body.
"Miss Scarlett, you’re quite strong."
"Oh, not at all. I just happen to have thods to suppress the Dark Race."
Scarlett eyed the Black Gold Sword in her hand: "Mr. Wright, how about we make a deal? I can exchange a very important piece of information for this sword.
Trust , the intelligence I provide will be well worth it."
Lette extended his hand, summoning his Holy Sword Sin Light: "Why make it so complicated? I could just kill this replica of you and have Emily consu it.
Wouldn’t that be enough to learn what I want to know?
Besides, you ca to my Holy City to cause trouble, and now you want to steal a treasure.
Do you really think I’m just going to let that happen?"
Scarlett remained undeterred: "Of course not! But Mr. Wright, I do have a way to prevent Miss Emily from reading any useful information from my soul crystal core.
Are you willing to take that risk?
Witch matters are unpredictable."
"Oh? Is it not just a Sacrificial Array with Desire Power guidance? Though it’s complex, it’s not exactly unfathomable, is it?"
The Blood Witch Scarlett shuddered, looking at Lette in surprise: "You... have already figured it out?"
"Hahaha, not yet, but it’s only a matter of ti. After all, if the Tower of Truth can do it, there’s no reason I can’t."
Lette’s gaze was ice-cold; after obtaining various pieces of information about witches, he had indeed glimpsed the secrets of the witches.
The reason witches needed generations to accumulate Divine Sense and lives was not only to layer Power of Soul but primarily to stack Desire Power.
Human thought is imnsely powerful, and its most direct manifestation is the Power of Faith.
Faith, beyond reverence for a god, also includes unwavering belief in the powers of the god.
For instance, almost all believers worldwide are convinced that the Holy Light bestowed by the Holy Light Goddess has healing properties.
And indeed, the Holy Light does have healing effects.
But in fact, during the initial teachings of the Holy Light Goddess, the Holy Light had only minor healing effects.
As the number of believers grew, and unconscious accretion of this belief occurred, the divine essence of the Holy Light Goddess regarding healing continuously intensified.
Eventually, this led to the effects we see today.
In the era of Totem Witchcraft, the Blessing Artifacts that could rival Holy Artifacts were also manifestations of powerful Desire Power.
The frenzied Tower of Truth exploited this, enabling each witch to have unique and formidable powers.
"But I’m curious, since Miss Scarlett claims to be the Primordial Witch, you shouldn’t have undergone soul obliteration and sacrifice, much less the accumulation of Desire Power.
How did you gain the power to suppress the Dark Race?"
Faced with Lette’s inquiry, Scarlett smiled softly.
"Intelligence is always valuable, especially to soone like you.
Even a small hint could open up new avenues for you.
Mr. Wright, two, two pieces of extrely critical information for your current situation.
How about it?
This sword is really important to ."
Lette shook his head, still choosing to refuse.
If Scarlett left with this sword, she would completely consolidate all the Dark Races.
The entire dark sphere of the continent would be fully unified by her, and that would beco an extrely troubling Dark Empire.
Exchanging the sword for information would be akin to drinking poison to quench one’s thirst.
"Three! Three pieces of information!"
"No ans no! Today, both you and the sword must stay!"
The Sin Light in Lette’s hand flickered twice, showing so hesitation but ultimately extinguished.
Scarlett was deeply conflicted at this mont, knowing she had no chance of winning but unwilling to give up this one opportunity.
This sword was her chance to transform from a pawn to a player.
Only by consolidating all forces of the Dark World could she gain the right to negotiate.
Otherwise, as a non-pureblood vampire turned from human, no matter how powerful, soone would challenge her authority.
A scarred, endlessly infighting Dark Empire wouldn’t provide much support.
And her true goal wasn’t rely to be one of many Queens of a Dark Empire.
"Three pieces of information in exchange for Mr. Wright using only Dark Power. If using only Dark Power you defeat ,
then the sword, soul crystal core, and the information, I will leave all of it behind!
But if not, I still offer one crucial piece of information, but the condition is you must let take this sword!
If you insist on not agreeing, I will think of ways to ensure you cannot gain truly accurate information from .
mory can sotis be deceptive!
Can you be so certain that forcibly read fragnts were not deliberately fabricated by ?"
Finally, such conditions made Lette slightly furrow his brow.
"You... how did you know I could use Dark Power?"
"Light and Shadow were never truly separated, were they?"
Seeing that Lette was willing to talk, Scarlett finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Like ice and fire, they seem like completely independent attributes but are essentially the sa thing.
I believe, with Mr. Wright’s skill, controlling Dark Power with Light Energy poses no difficulty."
Lette chuckled: "Interesting, it seems you have great confidence in your Witch Power.
The sa thing you rely on is what you hate the most.
Fine, I agree with you."
With that, Lette pinned the Sin Light Greatsword into the ground. Then he reached backward, extracting a thin book from an opened spatial rift.
"Without Lilith around, it does beco inconvenient."
Lette flicked his hand; he wasn’t very adept at manipulating spatial rifts. Most of the ti, Lilith would handle this, but unfortunately, she was currently elsewhere looking after Emily and others.
"Book of Evil! Mr. Wright, what are you doing?"
"Why, you didn’t say no tools were allowed. Besides, you’re holding the Black Gold Tears Sword intending to use it, right?
Why don’t you throw away the sword, and I’ll throw away the book."
Lette was not one to easily back down; although the Book of Evil was optional, he disliked Scarlett’s cunning deanor.
Scarlett was highly defensive, positioning the Blood Tears Sword in front, ready for battle.
She had heard about the power of the Book of Evil, a dark to capable of directly assailing one’s soul.
Any sin recorded would be settled by the book’s bearer.
The more Chapters of the book were collected, the more advantageous the battles beca.
However, if the user was guilty of sins recorded in the book, they would face tenfold punishnt.
According to Dark World legends, each owner of the Book of Evil had been sched against, dying miserably by the book’s hand.
The content of the first six Chapters, Scarlett was familiar with. As long as one is cautious and does not commit the recorded sins, the soul won’t be marked by the book, rendering the top-tier Dark Magic Device a pile of waste paper.
But the seventh Chapter was called the forbidden Chapter.
It was said to contain no words, allowing the owner to inscribe sins freely.
If a user wrote that breathing was a sin, everything breathing within the range of mana would have its soul marked for punishnt.
This was the terrifying aspect of the seventh Chapter!
Scarlett’s spiritual power was on full alert; she had no idea of the opponent’s attack thods or what bizarre rules might be established.
However, Lette’s first words, while flipping through the book, were:
"I am guilty."
"Huh?"
Scarlett was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend. No sin had been established, yet how could he already be guilty?
The most pressing issue was why was he attacking himself right off the bat?
But the next mont, a strong sense of crisis surged in her heart.
Scarlett had already cut her palm with the Blood Tears Sword, and in an instant, laid out a Blood Sacrifice Witchcraft on the ground.
Strong Spell Power condensed into a solid Barrier, shielding her within.
At the mont the Barrier ford, countless Punishnt Chains appeared out of thin air, engulfing Lette directly.
Scarlett remained inside the Barrier, barely daring to breathe.
Each of those chains represented a punishnt! With punishnts so densely packed, she could only wonder whether there was still a person inside.
Soon, she got her answer, as Lette’s voice resonated from within the mass of Punishnt Chains, strong and forceful.
"I am guilty! But you do not have the authority to judge !"
Bang!
All the chains shattered simultaneously!
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