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"He's holding up pretty well considering the circumstances,"

To cover up the embarrassment, the archaeologist started speaking for the enemy, "Ordinarily, people contaminated by this thing would quickly lose their sanity and transform into monsters acting solely on instinct. Only those of us with strong spiritual power can hang on. But look at him, he's even protecting that flower and understands mockery."

The Traveling Poet didn't take up her words. Instead, he looked gravely at the enormous monster before him, as several metal shards appeared and spread out between his fingers.

The archaeologist also stopped her awkwardness, pulling marbles out of thin air as if by magic.

"You hold on for a second. I'm charging up... Wait, don't we still have that sword? Where's your sword?"

The archaeologist had initially wanted to repeat her old trick, sending a teammate to take damage and probe the monster, but halfway through her sentence, she suddenly remembered something and urgently scanned the Traveling Poet from head to toe. However, she couldn't find the cross-shaped greatsword.

The sword, even if out of power, was inherently the bane of darkness and various evil forces. Wouldn't it be better to use it to fight?

Hearing this, the Traveling Poet also recalled his own cross-shaped greatsword and turned his head to glance at the palace hall.

However, as he turned, his pupils suddenly constricted!

"Be careful!"

...

Previously, because Cerys was afraid of the qi from the cross-shaped greatsword, he had thrown it aside for the moment and forgot to take it with him when he came to trouble Armand Ray.

After that, the archaeologist had dragged the unconscious female student inside.

Although the girl had temporarily lost her ability to fight, she inherently carried a Holy aura, and now facing the Abyss, keeping her might be helpful at a critical time.

But definitely not this kind of help!

The Traveling Poet saw that the girl had, unbeknownst to him, crawled up; she picked up the cross-shaped greatsword from the ground, her eyes blood-red as she stared at Cerys ahead.

Then, the long sword sang as it thrust forward!

"Be careful!" The Traveling Poet instinctively shouted out.

However, the girl was watching their battle with concern and turned her puzzled head when she heard his shout, but the next moment, the blade pierced the girl's heart from behind!

But in an instant, the girl's body became transparent under the assault of the cross-shaped greatsword, the dark red dress reflecting the scene behind her.

The Traveling Poet rapidly threw out the metal shards, which struck the blade and knocked the sword out of the female student's grip.

The cross-shaped greatsword clanged onto the ground.

Similarly, the girl collapsed to the floor.

An Lin, holding her numb right hand, looked at the Witch whose body was becoming transparent and suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, "Hahaha... damn bastard, I've wanted to kill you for so long!"

Her expression was maniacal, her eyes blood-red, looking hysterical in a way that rivaled Armand Ray earlier.

Xu Shuo supported himself weakly on the ground, head hanging down and slightly tilted, gazing at her calmly with a mocking smile creeping across his face under the shadow.

After her triumphant laughter, An Lin's expression suddenly froze when she saw this.

The mission "Destroy the Witch's Heart" was still incomplete!

Did they have to wait for her to die completely?

Thinking this, An Lin hastily pounced to pick up the cross-shaped greatsword from the ground, desperate to finish off that bastard!

But before she could reach the sword, a spread of blood sprouted beneath the girl's feet, enveloping An Lin, who vanished into the blood mist before she could even cry out.

Afterwards, the girl's transparent body solidified once again.

"..." The Traveling Poet.

"..." The archaeologist.

Noticing the situation, both of them fell into silence.

What was thought to be an extreme turnaround was just a feint.

The girl coughed a few times, then looked up at the Traveling Poet with panic and said nervously, "I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do this. After getting hurt, I couldn't control this power, I'm sorry..."

The archaeologist's expression became strange at once: to devour someone while playing the role of an innocent victim, then to speak for that person and admit her own mistake... truly a devious tactic!

If she didn't already know the true nature of this Witch, she might even have been fooled!

The Traveling Poet remained silent for a while, "Be careful."

He really couldn't say much, after all, it was the female student who had attacked first, and Cerys was just acting in self-defense.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, the girl also urgently called out to him.

The Traveling Poet instantly became alert, leaping away from his spot, as the monster's vines pinned down where he had stood, penetrating the palace floor and sending brick debris flying.

The archaeologist turned and ran to the hall, picked up the dropped cross-shaped greatsword, and hurled it forcefully at the Traveling Poet.

After throwing it, she clicked her tongue in irritation.

The Cross Heavy Sword spun in the air, and was then steadily caught by the Traveling Poet.

With the Holy Sword in hand, his expression turned solemn and dignified once he got serious. At that moment, he resembled the "Brave," fearless and daring. His toes tapped on the ground, and he leapt high into the air, slashing towards the colossal "Evil Dragon"!

The Cross Heavy Sword radiated its final glow in his grasp!

Although Armand Ray had completely transformed into a monster by now, anyone could tell that his current strength was nothing compared to when he fought in the corridor!

The Traveling Poet soared above the monster's head, plunging the Cross Heavy Sword fiercely into its chrysanthemum face!

The monster howled in pain, its vines crazily entwining around the Traveling Poet, the barbed tendrils tearing his flesh and blood, attempting to strangle him to death.

At this moment, the archaeologist threw out her marbles, and several beads, sparkling with electricity, suddenly penetrated into the monster's body.

The next moment, they exploded fiercely!

"Boom——!"

Disgusting, thick Dark Matter spread everywhere, splattering on the walls and on the floor, coating the entire palace in darkness.

The Traveling Poet was drenched by the collapsing waterfall of darkness, looking as though he had been fished out of a tar pit.

He landed on the ground, wiped his face, felt the sticky Dark Matter on his hands, wrinkled his brow, shook it off, and then pulled out a towel to rub it away.

The archaeologist didn't stop either; while the mass of darkness hadn't regathered, she ignited a Spiritual Fire.

The blazing golden flames spread along the darkness, roasting it, but caused no harm to the palace or anything else. It seemed their only purpose was to dissipate the Dark Matter.

"Phew, is it finally over now?"

The archaeologist breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Butler, you really are amazing. I've excavated many a historical figure, and in my life, I don't admire anyone, except I admire you! I am willing to call you the strongest of our time!"

She was no longer sarcastic, now doing the opposite, lavishing as much praise as she could manage.

Then, she saw a mass of Dark Matter wriggling in the fire, moving to the center of the Rose Garden, and slowly solidifying into an asphalt human shape.

The archaeologist went pale with shock, "You can still get up?!"

How could it be so outrageous? Even the Abyss Darkness, after two destructive blows from the Holy Qi, should have been down for the count, right?

At this point, the archaeologist truly felt helpless, contemplating burning her own spiritual power if the battle continued.

Even the Traveling Poet was taken aback by the sight.

Armand Ray emitted a series of eerie bubble sounds, as if laughing or wailing like ghosts and wolves, his voice no longer normal, only a few words faintly understandable.

But to this extent, the fact that he still retained a bit of sanity under the erosion of the Abyss was already shocking enough for the archaeologist.

A chill filled her heart, and she began to feel a tinge of fear towards this script.

This BOSS is a real monster!

Armand Ray smiled sinisterly, lifting his hand dripping with Dark Matter to gently caress the sculpture's cheek, as if touching the world's most precious treasure.

After that, his gaze turned towards the girl standing not far away.

Armand fixed his eyes on the girl's face, but his voice was addressing the other two, "You do have some tricks up your sleeve. It seems my wish to protect my master cannot be fulfilled.

"But I have become one with Prague Castle, forever connected to my master's will! Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

"As long as my master exists, I will always be by her side!"

At this point, Armand Ray's eyes flickered with a hint of blood-red light, the power from Prague Castle emerging once again after the Abyss had eroded him.

Then, his palm transformed into a sharp blade.

"Therefore, I will definitely not let you filthy insects defile my master!"

The black blade plunged fiercely towards the sculpture's heart. The Traveling Poet, upon realizing what was happening, quickly threw out a metal sheet—yet his actions couldn't outpace Armand Ray, who was at arm's length!

The sharp edge was already piercing towards the red rose, destroying its pistil, rupturing the stem, and finally penetrating deeply into the sculpture's heart!

"Hahahahaha——!"

Feeling the loss of power and consciousness inside him, Armand Ray let out complete words with that hoarse bubbly voice for the first time, his crazed eyes fixated on the distant girl, his gaze filled with fervent and exalted devotion!

"My master! You shall be with me forever!"

"...!"

The Traveling Poet abruptly turned his gaze towards the girl, saw her looking over in confusion, and then, like a gust of wind, she began to dissipate.

Where would the Witch's Heart be?

Certainly not within herself.

...