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Chapter 298: Witch's Sin

"H-h-how... how can I possibly lose!" Chris Ding gnashed her teeth as she uttered the words, her once peerless beauty twisting into a slightly ferocious grimace. Her entire body surged with potent magic, desperately battling against the encroaching darkness that devoured her.

The darkness clung tightly to her skin, even compressing her Life Field, which normally extended beyond her body, back onto its surface.

Chris Ding's surging magic, a power capable of blowing the entire Pope's Palace sky-high, was now compressed onto the surface of her body, fighting alongside her Life Field, desperately holding back the sealing power of the dark cage created by light's stripping away.

The rune creatures that originally protected Chris Ding had already been utterly annihilated in Gondor's initial light of creation. She hadn't even had time to resummon them before this endless darkness enveloped her.

To counter the Pope who manipulated light and darkness, countless rune locusts surged forth from her upper body, which hadn't yet been engulfed by the darkness, attempting to devour the tenacious dark cage bit by bit.

The dense swarm of locusts formed layer upon layer around her body, yet surprisingly, they didn't evoke any feeling of revulsion.

This was because these tiny creatures were etched from runes, appearing only as countless points of light swirling around Chris Ding, bearing little resemblance to ordinary swarms of insects that induce trypophobia. Perhaps in the fashion capital of Milan, this might even have a chance to become a dazzling trend.

"Give up, my child." Gondor gently shook his head, deftly concealing the new silver strands that had appeared. "Go back to the monastery, spend five years quietly reflecting alone, and you'll understand how absurd your current notions are."

"No!" she cried out, as a pair of massive wings, outlined by runes, gradually grew from her back. She once again attempted to break free with immense force, causing the dark cage to deform severely under the pressure.

With his words, the sky over nearly fifty thousand square kilometers of northern Italy suddenly dimmed, as a portion of the sunlight illuminating the land was twisted and then almost entirely concentrated over the battleground where the two fought.

Chris Ding became the nexus of light and darkness; endless radiance oppressed the darkness, while the darkness relentlessly devoured her within. Layer upon layer, she was firmly trapped inside.

Many pedestrians walking along the road suddenly felt the sky darken, the sunlight's intensity abruptly dimming. Yet, looking up, they saw no trace of dark clouds, and confusion dawned on their faces.

However, they soon paid no more attention to the sky. Over the past few years, too many strange things had happened; one more wouldn't make a difference. As long as the sky didn't fall and their lives weren't affected, all was well.

And just as darkness was about to completely engulf Chris Ding, and Gondor relaxed slightly, believing his divine art had succeeded, the unexpected happened!

From the void, a woman entirely cloaked in snow-white hair suddenly appeared. Holding a thin sword, she struck towards Pope Gondor with a speed that carried not a hint of earthly presence, yet was utterly terrifying.

Through the gemstone, Bai Mo also noticed this fearsome female swordswoman. At her speed, theoretically, there should have been an immense sonic boom, yet the surrounding air seemed to completely disregard her presence, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Her sword strike, like a celestial immortal descending from the heavens, perfectly coincided with the moment Gondor relaxed. By the time he reacted, the gleaming sword tip was less than five meters from him.

Gondor desperately strained to move his body, as layer after layer of defensive light shields appeared on his skin, and his Life Field manifested outside his body instantly.

However, the timing, a deliberate attack against an unprepared target, was simply too exquisite. How could the female swordswoman allow her long-planned attack to miss? The most robust Life Field was cut open with a small incision, and all subsequent layers of defense were torn apart like paper.

The sword ultimately pierced steadily into Gondor's chest, though he had managed to shift his vital points away. Releasing his staff, he gripped the blade tightly, and his right fist erupted with dazzling light, directly twisting apart the longsword embedded in his body.

The white-haired woman, the moment Gondor unhesitatingly gripped the thin sword, decisively abandoned it, drifting gracefully to a safe distance before drawing another thin sword from behind her back.

Gondor held the broken half of the sword in his hand, tossed it aside, then used his muscle strength to force out the half still embedded in his body, before finally slapping a light healing spell onto his chest.

"White-Haired Witch!!!" he roared, re-gripping the floating staff beside him, then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"I won't concern myself with your grievances or struggles; my mission was simply to land this one strike on you," the woman with beautiful white hair said in a toneless voice.

As the most renowned underground organization to emerge in the past decade, the assassin collective Witch's Sin, composed entirely of women, had been the nightmare of countless individuals. As assassins, each of them possessed phantom-like abilities, capable of striking a fatal blow when their targets were least prepared. Many had already proven their strength with their lives.

And the White-Haired Witch who had now appeared was none other than the leader of Witch's Sin. Rumor had it that a great upheaval had caused her raven hair to turn as white as snow overnight.

Having abandoned the release of his divine art, the Light Prison, at the last moment, Gondor suffered a massive backlash. Coupled with the white-haired woman's sword strike, his injuries were compounded, and the sealing of Chris Ding was also for naught, allowing her to regain her freedom. The situation on the field was not optimistic for him.

"Our deal is still valid," Bai Mo continued, smiling.

Across the entire world, battles between powerhouses above the fifth tier were incredibly rare, so he simply treated it as watching an excellent movie.

"These injuries are nothing," Gondor still refused. It wasn't that the deal was unfavorable, but rather he was afraid—afraid that if he continued to let this devil grow stronger, he would one day destroy the world.

Bai Mo was completely indifferent to faith and could never become a believer. Moreover, the other party possessed methods to verify the authenticity of faith. Thus, he chose not to send avatars to infiltrate the Luminous Holy Church, opting instead for a trade to acquire what he desired.

The terms of his proposed trade involved exchanging a portion of the Luminous Holy Church's core cultivation materials. In return, he would help them quell the current internal strife. However, Gondor no longer dared to trade anything the Luminous Holy Church had researched to him, fearing it would become fuel for his further advancement.

All the powerhouses from the European Union and the Luminous Holy Church combined still couldn't gain the upper hand against Ramdo alone. And this madman before them, regardless of the methods he employed, ultimately succeeded in toppling his opponents, incidentally costing Maysuo over a million lives.