A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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The kind-hearted Saint Karina Randall has long since vanished without a trace.

What remains are the wicked women who have risen from the dead.

"Just like now, with you pierced through, you've been used by me. Master."

Saint Karina's goal was achieved. However, there was no joy in her eyes.

Perhaps... the one standing before Esther now, piercing her heart with a sharp blade, is the one who can best understand Esther's feelings.

The taste of betrayal is extremely bitter...

It's so bitter that when you taste anything, you can only taste one flavor: bitterness...

"Master, you surely cannot understand what I have done."

"I don't hate you enough to want to kill you. It's for freedom..."

The bird does not resent the cage, but wants to break free from it and fly into the blue sky.

"You've overprotected me... and imposed countless restrictions on me."

Saint Karina slowly closed her eyes, as if recalling something. Then, she opened them again.

There was still a light in her eyes, but it was no longer just the light from fireworks; it was also the light of yearning for freedom, the light of memories rekindled…

“Master, this is the last time I will call you master. Because soon, our master-servant relationship will break down, and the shackles that bind us will eventually disappear like bubbles.”

"The biggest difference between me and Ernest VII is that I am a sentimental person. I will not kill you, but I am unwilling to stay in this small world forever, so I resort to despicable means."

Saint Karina gripped the blade tightly, and then, with a "whoosh," her other hand pierced through her own chest as well.

"pat..."

Fragments of ruptured internal organs fell to the ground.

There was also a steady dripping of blood that couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"Buzz-"

The light of the flame turned the pierced heart golden.

Then, many red and black lines emerged from the golden heart, representing an unusually sinister divinity. Using Saint Karina herself as an anchor, the red and black lines surged forth and engulfed the two of them.

With the help of the evil god Eris, Saint Karina and Esther are dragged into the depths of their memories.

“Huh…haha…”

Like a drowning person receiving oxygen, Santa Karina rubbed her aching, throbbing temples and surveyed the world.

Saint Karina wanted to see a turning point for Esther, and also to pave the way for her own freedom.

Even with the help of the evil god, his half-body was barely enough.

The blade piercing her heart felt a strong repulsive force, trying to expel the foreign object. The force that returned to Saint Karina's arm was terrifying. Although she spoke casually, she almost lost her grip on the handle several times, and the blade was about to fly out of her hand.

Unlike Esther, who was forcibly pulled in by force, Saint Karina can still break free at this moment.

However, she did not choose to break free, but instead allowed the force to continue dragging her along.

Soon, she found herself in darkness. Touching the stone wall beside her, she noticed moss on the bricks; this was an underground structure. The air felt heavy and stuffy, filled with the strong smell of dust.

Saint Karina walked along the dark, narrow corridor, which had many rooms on both sides.

It was called a room, but it was actually a cage enclosed by metal bars.

It was dark inside, and Santa Karina didn't know what was locked in that room, but she didn't plan to push the door open to find out.

Touching the memories of a demigod is inherently risky, as the mind has its own protective mechanisms.

She tried to walk in a straight line, intending to reach the end of the corridor.

The reason is simple: there is light at the end.

"It seems this is where Esther was transformed... but why is it underground?"

With questions in her mind, she went to the light.

This is also a small, cage-like room, but it's larger than the previous rooms. Compared to the small single room, this one has a kitchen, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.

The light here wasn't bright; in fact, it was rather dim. However, in the otherwise pitch-black environment, it served as a beacon of light for Saint Karina's actions.

The room has a soft carpet, and the corners of the bed and furniture are smoothed, making it difficult to get hurt.

There was a painting on the wall, in the style of the Church of Order.

Inside, the goddess of order is depicted looking lovingly at her followers, her eyes filled with compassion.

She seems capable of encompassing all evil, exposing the darkness, cruelty, and injustice. Yet, in this dark environment, her presence feels deeply out of place.

From Saint Karina's perspective, even the benevolent smile of the goddess of order in the painting became sinister, like a ghost from a horror movie, the upturned corners of her mouth filled with an eerie feeling. Her facial expression, which was originally gentle and bathed in noble and holy light in the sunlight, was now shadowed by the dim light, making her face even paler, neither human nor goddess, but more like a ghost.

This is disrespectful to the gods. However, Saint Karina has little respect for the Goddess of Order, especially since the other party is so lenient with her leader of the followers bullying her; her favorability towards the goddess has already turned negative.

She can mutter whatever she wants about the goddess in her heart. Anyway, the goddess can't hear her, and she certainly won't descend upon the territory of another deity.

Indeed, Saint Karina's greatest confidence here lies in her deal with the evil god Eris. She is, after all, an agent, and their relationship is currently mutually beneficial, showing no signs of breaking down. The evil god is at most a trap, not a threat to her life.

201. Inner Demons

"Is this a teapot?"

Saint Karina looked at the crooked pot on the ground and had an ominous feeling.

This teapot looks exquisite, with beautiful patterns, but because it was broken and then stitched back together, it has a sense of disjointedness.

Instead of approaching rashly, Saint Karina grabbed a pen holder from the side and threw it at the pot.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of something cutting through the air passed by, but the pen holder hit the white wall instead of the teapot, which disappeared from its original spot.

"This is incredibly disrespectful. Such a lack of appreciation for my work of art is truly distasteful."

A man's voice rang out.

The voice was unpleasant, giving off a condescending feeling.

When a humanoid monster emerged from the pot, Saint Karina finally saw its full form. It was entirely white, with yellow eyes, green lips, and purple fins on its head. Its mouth was where its eyes were, and its eyes were on its forehead and mouth. Several small arms sprouted from its head and other parts of its body.

"Ghost?"

"What ghosts and monsters? I am Master Yuhu."

"She's really ugly..."

The evil god had already told Saint Karina that she might encounter many similar ghosts, so she wasn't surprised.

The principle behind ghosts and monsters is that they are evil spirits formed from the "bad people" Esther encountered in the past. To give a simple example, they are inner demons formed from childhood experiences. Those who have read cultivation novels should easily understand this.

"Who are you calling ugly, little girl?"

When the pot was called ugly, the monster's expression changed, and the tongue in its eyes stuck out, making it look unusually angry.

"I'm just telling the truth. I can't help it if you're angry, because both this teapot and your body are just too ugly."

Saint Karina said coldly.

"Damn it! Blood Demon Art: Thousand Needles - Fish Kill!"

With its tongue almost spilling out of its eyes, the enraged Jade Pot unleashed its attack.

Immediately, goldfish capable of shooting sharp needles were summoned from the aquatic plant-patterned pot. There were many goldfish, at least a hundred, and in this small room, each goldfish continuously spat out sharp silver needles, fast and numerous, making them difficult to avoid.

The goldfish's spit-out needles contain a toxin that can paralyze the nerves in the hand; once it enters the body, it takes effect quickly.

"The divine words, those that fly in are nothing but mosquitoes and flies. Their noise will all be returned to you."

Just as the flying needle was about to hit Saint Karina, it was simultaneously pulled by some force, losing its initial power source and being dragged out in another direction as if out of control.

"Crack clap..."

Countless sharp, slender silver needles, each at least twenty or thirty centimeters long, pierced into the wall beside them.

The snow-white wall was suddenly riddled with holes.

The wall became a target; if it pierced a person's body, it would be like being turned into a hedgehog on the spot.

"Blood Demon Art: Octopus Pot Hell!"

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Yu Hu's already distorted expression became even more twisted.

His body swung, his arms suddenly swelled, and his muscles stretched in a bizarre way. A pot also appeared in his hand, from which he summoned a giant octopus the size of a house to strangle his opponent.

Octopus tentacles are soft and flexible, making them difficult to cut off.

Even though it's a strange, stretched-out object, its tip has a terrifying mouth full of sharp teeth, making it look rather disgusting.

"God said, secondly, there should be wind in the air, and wind is sharper than the edge of a sword or blade, cut—"

As a result, an unusual airflow appeared in the air.

An unseen force manipulates the airflow, forming sharp wind blades that slice the soft, elastic octopus tentacles into countless segments.

"Shuashuashua——"

The complete tentacles were severed, turning into countless tiny fragments that fell to the ground. Not only that, but the octopus-patterned pot was also chopped up.

The tentacles, still alive, began to fall to the ground, twisting and turning in place. Soon, as if corroded by some gray spots, they appeared in spots, but the gray spots spread extremely quickly, soon eroding the entire segment and turning it into gray ash.

A gentle breeze stirred, and the dust disappeared.

"It's still disgusting..."

Saint Karina gave him a disdainful look.

"You bastard! Who are you calling disgusting! I've already said, I'm an artist. You've been babbling on about disgusting things from the beginning, so who are you talking about?!"

"I'm so angry! So angry! I'm incredibly furious!"

"Blood Demon Art: Blood Prison Bowl!"

"Vampire Art·Ten Thousand Sliding Sky Sticky Fishes!"

He used two techniques at the same time, clearly driven mad by Saint Karina's repeated contempt and insults towards his pot.

First, use your left hand. Use a wave-patterned pot to splash water at your opponent, creating a water bowl to trap them.

Its water walls are both incredibly soft and incredibly hard; once they envelop a person, it is nearly impossible for them to escape on their own. At the same time, they can also restrict the opponent's breathing, causing them to suffocate and die.

With his right hand, he took out ten pots with fish-patterned designs and summoned ten thousand sharp-toothed fish from them.

No need to ask how it was done, the Jade Pot Demon doesn't just have one arm on each side, but several.

It wouldn't be difficult for these hands to perform acrobatic feats. These creatures, freed from the pot and swimming about, are not docile herbivores; they are true carnivores. Their favorite activity after emerging from the pot is like a swarm of locusts: the former ravages crops, the latter devours the flesh and bones of their prey.

"Quantity doesn't matter to me."

"The third of the divine words: God said, 'Vapor the unusual water vapor. And the fish in the water, chop them up.'"

The Blood Prison Bowl contained a lot of water, but it was directly turned into water vapor by some kind of force.

It loses its effectiveness when it is far away from Saint Karina.

Ten thousand sharp-toothed sticky fish, just like the previous thick, large octopus tentacles covered in slippery aquatic animal mucus, were shredded by the wind blades.

In the tiny room, countless drops of black blood spilled and splattered out.

The room wasn't actually small, but compared to the number of these strange fish, the space felt extremely cramped.

Blood gushed out like rain, pouring down without restraint.

"It's done..."

Yu Hu revealed a knowing look on her face.

He laughed wildly, as if he could already imagine Santa Karina's death.

When the sticky fish is cut in half, it will splatter out a highly toxic fluid, which can enter the opponent's body through the skin.

In other words, even if Santa Karina held her breath, the venom would still enter her body, causing her to die the moment she was poisoned.

"Idiot, you're making fun of my Jade Pot Master's pot. You should die now."

Malicious words are the same as an ugly heart.

That ugly appearance revealed a triumphant smile.