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Chapter 713 -404: Everyone is Lonely (Part 2)
Chapter 713 -404: Everyone is Lonely (Part 2)
Every time a shadow was swapped, the Bishop’s abilities would change.
Her physical strength would return to its peak condition, and wounds on her body would disappear with the emergence of a new shadow. Her blood would replenish, allowing her to stay spirited and ready to face the players’ assaults.
Since her abilities changed each time, players needed to reconnoiter her new powers and then come up with a fresh strategy to deal with them.
The process was somewhat troublesome, yet the players reveled in it tirelessly.
A boss with a different mechanic each time—it was just too satisfying to beat!
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And each time after defeating a boss, new Divine Artifacts would appear which were obviously meant to break the game’s balance. The previous Artifacts seemed like trash in comparison.
Under the united onslaught of the players, the Bishop’s surrounding shadows dwindled.
The banquet of shadows began lacking attendees, and the pristine walls, devoid of dancing shadows, grew increasingly desolate.
When only the last shadow remained, the Bishop came to a temporary halt.
She had forgotten how long she had been fighting, but this was her most exhilarating battle yet.
Though her body could keep restoring to its peak, mental fatigue accumulated like poison, eroding her will and making her feel as if she were on the brink of collapse.
However, she felt she had done well.
Almost all the shadows had dissipated, and the once bustling Pantheon had become empty, save for the final godly being—there were no other Gods left.
The last shadow continued its revelry, even though there was no one to share a drink or join in a chorus.
Yet, the shadow continued to revel, as a final curtain call of sorts.
Hehe…
Indeed…
Why not revel?
At this final moment, the Bishop, too, wanted to partake in a feast right here.
Alas, all her servants had been sacrificed, and she had slain the most loyal of her warriors; their souls were waiting in the Hall of Heroic Spirits for her call, and she was that final key.
Just when she was ready to face her own demise, she saw the great doors in front of her being pushed open once more.
A player stood at the door, seemingly frail, but the Bishop sensed that this individual was more threatening than any Angel Envoy.
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This person could not be an unknown, so the Bishop made an effort to recognize the player and then expressed her realization with a hint of admiration, “Black Tech, so it’s you.”
The names of these Angel Envoys were stranger than the next, but that was part of their charm.
They were free, wild, and held not an ounce of reverence for the Gods, which was exactly why they could triumph.
Facing what might be her final enemy, the Bishop drew her weapon, the Sword of Glory before her.
Pointing her sword at Black Tech, the Bishop called out with a thunderous voice, “Come, Black Tech.”
“I’m not here to fight you, I’m here to understand the truth.”
“The truth is that I’ve gone mad.”
“There’s no need for it to be this way; it’s just you and me here. No, there’s also one last exalted God.”
After hearing Black Tech’s words, the Bishop fell silent for a long time, then she lowered her weapon and looked down at Black Tech, asking, “What do you know?”
“Just speculations, so I want to see if what I say is correct.”
Sitting before the Bishop, Black Tech said, “At first, I was more inclined to think that you had defected to the Demon King, hence the madness. But then I noticed that both the Priest and the Holy Knight trust you almost religiously, so I figured the story isn’t that simple.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” asked the Bishop, genuinely intrigued.
Black Tech didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he placed the wine flask he had brought with him in front of the Bishop and personally poured her a cup of wine.
Most players chose to use the PC to play, as it increased the speed of the game significantly, allowing them to get more benefits in less time.
However, Black Tech still used a gaming pod, which reduced his efficiency but allowed him to perform delicate actions like offering wine.
Long hours of battle left the Bishop feeling quite thirsty, and the rich wine made her throat move; she longed for a drink.
Sitting cross-legged before Black Tech, she lifted her mask to reveal a weather-beaten face.
The Bishop was a beautiful girl, not much older looking than Idiotic Divine if judged purely by her features.
But her gaze was profound, a trait typically found in the elderly, implying that she was much older than what Black Tech had imagined.
She drained the cup of wine Black Tech had poured in one gulp, letting out a satisfied breath infused with the scent of alcohol, then asked, “What have you figured out?”
“I learned some things from the Priestesses, and I read numerous storybooks right here. I’ve pieced together many details, such as how you, the Bishops, have already taken on the form of Demigods and were meant to ascend to Gods. But you’ve used various unique artifacts to stay trapped here to avoid divinity.”
“Indeed,” the Bishop acknowledged with a nod, “For an Apostle of Another World, you are quite impressive. You’ve quickly learned some secretive knowledge that others don’t know. Is there anything else worth praising?”
