Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 960 - 209: Wind Element Protects You (Part 3)
What kind of defiance against the heavens is this combination?
"Even so, you still need to be careful." πππππ¬πππ·ππΏππ‘.ππΈπ
Ethan solemnly reminded her.
"I know."
Mary gave him a reassuring look, "This monster is likely on the same level as the Giant Divine Soldier."
"That's not what I mean."
However, Ethan was a moment too late. As he opened his mouth, Mary had already gathered a vast amount of magical power, fully committing herself. He swallowed the words, "This sword is very sharp, be careful not to cut yourself."
When the sword strike was completed, he was still behind Mary, maintaining a pose of trying to hold her back.
After swinging the sword, Mary also sensed something amiss.
The Praise Sanctuary was too quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The mutated creatures that had been rampaging in the sanctuary were nailed motionless in place, as were all the flesh monsters that stood in their way.
Time seemed to have frozen at that moment.
"Senzi..."
Just as Mary noticed Ethan's strange posture and was about to ask, a sudden change made her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
The mutated creature was split in two by her sword strike.
However, the destruction caused by the strike was far more extensiveβnext was the frozen blood wave, and the flesh constructs lurking within.
Soon after came the stone pillars, the walls, and the protective barrier set by the Goddess of Life to protect the Praise Sanctuary.
For the first time in a long while, Mary saw the azure sky and the clouds cleaved by the sword strike.
Standing there and looking up, the clouds' cross-section rolled inward continuously, yet could not mend the rift spanning across the sky.
Those fractured objects did not fall but were lifted by the ubiquitous breeze, slowly floating into the air.
From the rift, Mary saw the Crown of Dawn Cathedral, or rather, its remnants, along with half of a city floating in the air with the cathedral.
Because of this, she could also see the scene outside the cathedral.
Once paved with clean stones, the streets and square were now completely covered by a layer of writhing, dark red fleshy fungus. The buildings that once hung the emblems and banners of the Goddess of Life were tightly entwined by twisted blood-vines, pulsing rhythmically like living veins. They climbed over stained glass windows, penetrated stone crevices, some even extended from the inside of windows, their ends hosting tumorous masses trembling like unripe fruits.
On top of one of the shattered buildings was a figure burned into the deepest recesses of Mary's memory.
Even through the veil, she instantly recognized the woman.
Green tresses and gentle eyes.
Just as recorded in the Holy Scripture of the Church, a single glance could bring immense solace.
However, the woman standing atop the building was performing an act of defilement, starkly opposed to what was depicted in the Scripture.
Her forefinger gently pointed toward those in the sanctuary, and the flesh constructs that had long transformed began sweeping toward them from all directions.
They were once residents of the Holy City, the most devout believers in this world.
"Goddess..."
Mary murmured in disbelief, her eyes filled with incredulity. So much had happened today that shattered her understanding, leaving her mind in chaos, "Why is the Goddess here!?"
