Crack!

The last player died with a painful groan as my sword tore through his flesh, spurting a fountain of blood. Not one of them tried to beg for mercy or escape. This alone proved that Gods of Destruction was a respectable opponent, or at least this party was.

I sheathed my Purgatory Sword and ran back to Xinran.

She was groaning a little when I reached her; her wounds were starting to deteriorate. Archbishop Alves's holy spell was so terrifying that it was actually damaging her body from the inside!

My heart ached when I saw black blood pouring out of her wounds. I lifted her off the ground and said, “Just hold on a little longer, we’re almost at Princess Sophia’s encampment! I’m sure she’ll have a way to save you!”

Xinran was incredibly weak. She pressed her cheeks against my neck as a hot tear slid down her cheek.

I looked at the sky and saw that it was cloudy, lightning bolts striking down from time to time. Was this what they call divine judgment? Was the crying girl in my arms truly a devil? Who gave Alves the right to enact divine judgment upon others, and who gave him the right to sentence...