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Chapter 80: Sh*t! Where Are The Potatoes
"So… I'm late?" The female knight eyed the headless corpse on the ground, clearly surprised. "Are you telling me he took down a black-armored commander by himself?"
"Mm. Though hard to believe, it's true," Yaine replied, glancing at Liu Ji, who was toying with the new greatsword he had acquired. "When I first considered taking him as an apprentice, I thought he was a blank slate, someone who had never seen combat. Now, I realize I underestimated him."
Liu Ji swung the greatsword a few times, and whether it was because he found it unwieldy or was simply curious, he bent the blade as if testing its flexibility. To his surprise, the sword snapped in two with a loud crack, startling him.
"Huh? Did he just snap the commander's sword in half?" The female knight raised an eyebrow.
Liu Ji, holding the two broken pieces, looked toward Yaine with an innocent expression.
"Heh, how infuriating," Yaine muttered, stroking her chin. "Look at him, he's actually puzzled about why the sword broke so easily."
"Ugh… Damn, my head hurts…"
At this moment, Osar, who had been lying nearby, woke up. He sat up, rubbing his forehead, and the first thing he saw was the headless commander, causing him to panic.
"What the! Why is this here?" he shouted in shock but soon realized it was a corpse.
He blinked several times, then looked to the side. On seeing the female knight, his face lit up. "Ah! Captain! So it was you who came!""Yes, I'm sorry for arriving late. You and Girunini suffered because of it." The female knight sighed. "And, although you might think that corpse is my doing, it's actually his." She pointed at Liu Ji, who was discussing something with Yaine in incantation.
"Eh? He… Ah?" Osar was taken aback.
In truth, the only impression was that Liu Ji could swat a scout to death, then throw up afterward. But now, he had smacked a black-armored commander dead. This was far beyond Osar's expectations.
As he stared at Liu Ji, Osar found an inexplicable sense of unease. It kept growing, gnawing at him as if he had forgotten something…
Forgotten something…
"Ah!" Osar suddenly recalled.
"Sh*t! Where are the potatoes? The potatoes are missing!"
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Before the shrine, the black-robed priest sat on the ground, staring blankly into the distance.
He could sense that his three summoned trump cards had been completely defeated. They had been taken down by a bunch of lowly outsider trash.
He absolutely couldn't comprehend it. Those were aces left behind by the prophets. They were the epitome of their strongest warriors, the invincible soldiers of god.
Yet, they were just killed off like this?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The priest couldn't understand it, so he sat there in a daze, not even noticing a bunch of potatoes scurrying past him.
The oracle's words were supposed to be the truth, the power of the divine. This wasn't supposed to happen, it couldn't have happened.
If it did, it could only mean he wasn't devout enough. This was a test from god.
But why?
He had sacrificed all his people, his entire life, dedicating everything to the prophet's plan, following her divine guidance, preparing for the cataclysmic disaster foretold. ṝàℕоᛒÈᶊ
Why had everything he had prepared for been undone by a bunch of outsiders?
Had he done something wrong?
No, he had followed the oracle's instructions accordingly, without a single mistake.
So where did it all go wrong?
If these outsiders destroyed everything, then what would he do when the foretold calamity arrived?
Wait a minute…
Could these outsiders be the calamity foretold?!
Ah!
Right!
It can only be the case!
"I got it. I understand now! Hahaha!" He laughed hysterically. "So you're the ones meant to destroy the world…"
Squelch—
"Huh?" The priest looked down in bewilderment at the sword protruding from his chest.
The blade still bore the paint from the blessings he had applied.
He raised his head slightly, seeing the wielder of this sword clearly for the first time.
It was a small, tearful Earthwalker recruit, his face twisted in fury, hands trembling not from his first kill but from pure, unadulterated rage.
"You monster!" the young Earthwalker roared, driving the blade deeper into the priest's chest.
Thud!
The priest collapsed, clutching his wound, staring in disbelief at the young Earthwalker.
"Why…" he murmured. "You're supposed to be kin…"
"Kin? Don't make me laugh." Nox approached and crouched beside the priest. "Is this how you treat kin? By turning them into restless corpses?"
"It's you… Despicable outsider!" The priest got worked up and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Hey, calm down. You'll bleed out before we finish talking," Nox said. "Besides, I didn't do much. I just showed him your 'tower,' and then he found his parents…"
"You bastard!" the young Earthwalker shouted, tears streaming down his face. "Everyone trusted you! The whole city trusted the church! We believed we were fighting to save the world! You… you…"
Recalling his parents' fate, the disparity between the heroic sacrifice he had imagined and the brutal reality, the young Earthwalker broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Tsk, look at what you've done," Nox said, turning back to the priest with disdain. "You dare call them kin? How hypocritical can you be?"
"No, no! They were fighting to save the world. I didn't lie." The priest shook his head desperately. "Just that the calamity hasn't come yet! I was preparing…"
"Preparing? You call this preparation?" Nox shook his head, looking at the priest like he was a hopeless fool. "For your so-called preparation, you sacrificed your kin? Why didn't you just lock yourself in the tower and become a breeding stud?"
"No! I must follow the prophecy!" the priest shouted, coughing up more blood, but he ignored it. "The oracle and god chose me! I must lead the people of this city! To protect this divine miracle!"
"Divine miracle? You mean that giant pitcher plant?" Nox glanced at the towering tree above. "That thing? Others might not recognize it, but I do—it's an arcane artifact, nothing to do with gods. And I can say for sure, it came from the Sanctum of Arcane Arts."