Chapter 783: Blade Slicing the Mortal Flesh

Banrimu had long seen the Titan Giant, and the Thunder God's Spear in its hand, emitting a dangerous aura that made her shiver.

Run!

She finally developed a desire to retreat, abandoning the thought of killing Lei En to reclaim the Soul-Eating Blade, enduring the Divine Technique Backlash's pain, and subconsciously prepared to slip into the Shadow Plane.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from above.

A beam of intense sunlight poured down, like a long cone enveloping her; the scorching light was blindingly bright.

Having lived all her life in the dim underground, the dark elf is naturally light‑phobic; this Sunlight Technique, only a Five‑ring, was not especially lethal, yet it instantly burned Banrimu's eyes, leaving her mind blank as she let out a painful scream.

Almost as the Sunlight Technique fell, Lei En's Thunder God's Spear was launched.

Boom!

The entire Mosuobulai trembled, and countless bolts of lightning erupted.

The shockwave swept hundreds of meters, flattening the surroundings, and Kestajin, Yizite, and Daknalun were hurled away.

The Sixth‑level Thunder God's Spear, hurled by Lei En with Seventeen‑level power, far surpassed most single‑target Nine-ring Techniques; it is his strongest attack aside from the Thunder God's Hammer. Even Saint Rank cultivators above Thirty-level must temporarily evade such a terrifying strike.

The lightning quickly subsided, revealing a massive body.

It stood in the crater created by the Thunder God's Spear, its upper half a Zor, chest bare, bearing an appearance identical to Banrimu's, while its lower half was an eight‑legged demon spider, its size comparable to an adult dragon, exuding a wicked, frantic aura.

Lei En couldn't help but show a slight change in expression; she was still alive.

But on closer inspection, the gigantic demon spider that Banrimu had become was dying, its golden spear piercing her chest, half her body blasted apart by lightning, the spear driving through the spider's abdomen and anchoring it firmly to the ground.

Crimson‑black blood spurted out, pooling beneath its feet.

"Ah..."

The spider‑transformed Banrimu let out painful wails, her four arms clawing, and she cried upward, "Lord Ros, please save me! I am willing to offer you the richest sacrifice, as well as all the Banrimu family's treasures, all to you, my lord..."

"Lei En, kill her quickly!"

Kuilu's figure appeared in the distance, anxiously shouting, "She is praying to the Spider Queen Ros for a saint's descent."

While shouting loudly, she cast without delay, instantly unleashing another Sunlight Technique onto Banrimu, interrupting her prayer.

Then clusters of silver fireballs shot out, exploding on the massive demon spider.

The demon spider's body was extremely tough and highly resistant; Kuilu's spells carved holes, flesh splattered, yet they were not instantly fatal. Amid its mournful cries, it continued to intermittently beg for Spider Queen Ros's arrival.

In the crisis, Lei En hesitated.

His gaze traveled up the spider's head, looking toward the cavern's dome, piercing some void, yet he did not act immediately.

"Lei En, what are you still waiting for?" Kuilu shouted anxiously.

Once Ros successfully descends into Banrimu's body, transforming from Divine Chosen into a saint, even if many Saint Rank cultivators cooperate, it would be hard for all to leave alive.

Lei En withdrew his gaze, smiled at Kuilu, and calmly said, "It refused the prayer and did not descend."

"What?" Kuilu was startled.

Lei En gave no further explanation, shrinking the Titan Giant to about three meters tall, the Soul-Eating Blade reappearing in his hand; this curved blade, empowered by Titan divine power, expanded to over two meters in length, its edge as wide as an arm, flashing a terrifying cold light like a massive curved sword.

Then, he swung the blade toward the demon spider's head.

"Soul-Eating Slash!"

A bolt of lightning sword aura, dozens of meters long, swept across; Banrimu let out a final desperate howl, her massive head rolling down, the spider body crashing to the ground, restoring Banrimu's original form.

Lei En's figure appeared on the other side of the corpse, shrinking back to a normal human, exhaling softly.

He glanced at the Soul-Eating Blade in his hand; its gleaming edge bore no blood, and he thought silently that it truly was an excellent blade, worthy of a Legend Grade weapon. Even among Legend Grade weapons it was top‑tier, handling smoothly; he presumed it would become his regular weapon.

Kuilu flashed forward, looking at Banrimu's corpse, and exclaimed joyfully, "After all these years, Banrimu, ruler of Mosuobulai and the nightmare of countless Zor, is finally dead!"

At this moment, Kestajin and his two companions also approached, bearing wounds and already recuperating, yet their faces still showed lingering fear.

"Well done!"

Daknalun snorted coldly.

Yizite saluted Kuilu, "Thank you, madam, for stepping in to save us."

If Kuilu hadn't arrived in time to rescue Ros's Magic Net, the three of them would have been in grave danger besides Lei En. Kestajin also bowed in gratitude, his eyes full of curiosity toward Kuilu—a female Zor Grand Mage and one of their own, truly rare.

Lei En gave a brief introduction of each side's identities.

Kuilu suddenly said, "Lei En, you were too careless just now. If we misread and let It successfully descend, our trouble would be huge."

"I won't misread."

Lei En was unperturbed; in fact, he had judged from the start. Banrimu, struck by his Thunder God's Spear into a grievously wounded state, had her faith flame dimmed greatly, and Spider Queen Ros immediately abandoned her, stripping her of the Divine Chosen status.

No matter how Banrimu prayed, Ros would not respond.

He speculated that Ros feared him and Kuilu, and with three other Saint Rank cultivators present, even descending a saint's embodiment might not guarantee victory.

The saint's power depends on infused divine energy; if slain in the mortal realm, that energy is lost, a blow to any deity.

Moreover, Mosuobulai's great cause was already lost; expending so much divine power was not worth it.

Spider Queen Ros made a wise choice.

Yet It did not descend a saint, which does not mean it let go of hatred; today's actions have severely offended this evil deity. Mosuobulai is Its most important gathering place of followers, housing the largest spider temple, essentially the headquarters of the Ros Church, now breached, dealing a harsh blow to Its mortal realm worship.

At this moment, Spider Queen Ros must still be monitoring every move of Mosuobulai, and Lei En keenly felt a distant voidal gaze, making his whole body uneasy, a chill crawling over him.

"It is watching us."

Lei En's words startled everyone; they instinctively looked up, but saw nothing.

Only Kuilu pursed her lips, relaxed, "Don't worry, It can only watch and cannot act. Its divine realm lies on Abyss Level 66; to act against us, It can only possess its Chosen One, becoming a saint's embodiment."

"It has only one Chosen One in Mosuobulai, and we have already killed them."

"In a short time it cannot promote another Chosen One; forcing a descent would not only consume multiple times the divine power but also alarm other deities."

At this point, Kuilu sneered, "It has many hostile deities and will not miss this chance to weaken its divine power."

The three of Kestajin exchanged puzzled looks.

Kuilu's words revealed much information, suggesting she knows the deities' secrets well, prompting speculation about her background.

Only Lei En was not surprised; as the daughter of the God of Magic and a double Chosen One of the God of Magic and the dark maiden Ilyas, she certainly knows more than mortals.

At this time, the gunfire gradually subsided, leaving only scattered sounds of fighting.

Those Spider-Transformed Elves have been completely eliminated.

Even the legendary monster, no matter how formidable, is about the same as a common chicken under Lei En's Mirror Image and the assault of two squads of Extreme Warriors.

In Mosuobulai City, no dark elves dare to appear and attack the Holy Spear Knight Corps.

Lei En scavenged loot from Banrimu.

Her gear was almost all shattered, except for a dimensional space ring set with a pitch‑black gem that remained intact; Lei En did not examine the ring's contents closely and said, "Let's go."

Everyone regrouped with the Holy Spear Knight Corps; Lifulin had already reorganized the troops, awaiting Lei En's orders. Two companies of Holy Lance Knights landed on the plaza, shielding a group of Zor in the center—they are Ilyas's followers, nearly three hundred in number, twice the expected count.

The Holy Lance Knights were not careless, keeping a sufficient safe distance from the Zor, both to protect and to monitor them.

The two squads of Extreme Warriors also stood on either side of the plaza, eyeing the scene hungrily.

"Lord."

Lifulin commanded the bronze warhorse to fly forward and asked, "We've received the Zor; should we retreat?"

Immediately, everyone's gaze converged, awaiting Lei En's decision.

At this moment, Lei En's Willpower will decide the fate of Mosuobulai's hundreds of thousands of residents.

"Lifulin, take the first through third companies to escort the Zor out of the city, rendezvous with the Zor outside, then stand by on the spot." Lei En ordered quickly, then turned to Kuilu, "Lady Kuilu, please accompany us." Kuilu nodded in acknowledgment.

"Company Four and Company Five, we will split up and act."

"Company Four, go to the Storuoze family. Agasi, you and your brothers go with Company Four. Kestajin also go; Yizite, you lead the way. Plunder all the Storuoze family's wealth for me, act quickly, uncover any hidden treasure chambers, and don't let others profit from the chaos."

"I'll give you an hour; not limited to the Storuoze family—other families aren't exempt either. Grab whatever you can, cough, take as much as you can."

"More wealth can build a better home."

"For Getan, everyone should work a bit harder; when we return, everyone will have a share."

"Whoever dares to resist will be slain on the spot."

"Alright!" Kestajin replied loudly, his face excited; the blood elves responded thunderously. Yizite hesitated little, gave a slight nod, and said, "Everyone, follow me."

One hundred Holy Lance Knights took off, soaring rapidly toward the Storuoze family together with two Saint Rank strong ones.

Lei En waved a hand grandly: "Everyone else, come with me."

The hundred Holy Lance Knights of Company Five and a squad of Extreme Warriors immediately set off, trailing Lei En, their target being the Banri family.

Lifulin and Kuilu also escorted the benevolent Zor out of the city.

Lei En had barely left when Daknalun pursued, about to speak but stopped. Lei En gave him a glance; when assigning the plundering tasks earlier, she had deliberately ignored this Zor Sword Saint because he was not her subordinate and, from his demeanor, not an ally.

"Sir, what would you like to say?" Lei En slowed her flight and asked.

"Lei En, sir," Daknalun's expression remained cold as he asked, "Are you not planning to rule Mosuobulai?"

He appeared very indifferent, yet his soul eye detected a burning inner turmoil, full of urgency and anticipation.

"I have no such intention," Lei En replied decisively.

"Why?"

Daknalun's face finally showed disappointment, and he unintentionally quickened his speech, "Mosuobulai is the largest city in the Dark Realm, with forty thousand Zor residents and over a hundred thousand slaves of various races. If you can control it, you will not only command a massive Transcendent Army but also reap abundant wealth each year."

Lei En shook her head, "A Transcendent Army's value lies not in numbers but in quality."

Daknalun glanced at the Holy Lance Knights beside him, and the twelve even more powerful Extreme Warriors, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Lei En's words were highly persuasive.

Five hundred Holy Lance Knights breached Mosuobulai; the Zor and slave forces were no match before them—no matter how numerous, they were useless and only wasted management effort and resources.

"What about the wealth?" Daknalun pressed on unwillingly.

Lei En smiled and retorted, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"You should think long‑term, Lei En, sir," Daknalun continued, "An hour of plundering can only take a small portion of wealth. Mosuobulai's greatest treasure is its residents; ruling them will give you an inexhaustible gold mine…"

Lei En remained unmoved, cutting him off, "No need to say more; I have no interest at all in ruling Mosuobulai."

Daknalun let out a long sigh, "I don't understand; this is an excellent opportunity."

"You understand."

Lei En gave him a half‑smile, noting that this heroic figure's acting was quite good and very scheming.

He knew a lone individual was weak and could not oppose Ros's church and the ruling Spider Queen's followers, yet he sought to lure himself with power and wealth, using others as a knife, forcing himself to clash with Ros to achieve the liberation of Mosuobulai.

Rescuing the Zor must begin with changing their faith, but that is fundamentally impossible.

The Spider Queen Ros's faith has merged with the dark elves' morals, culture, and customs, deeply rooted; aside from a few individuals, adult Zor can hardly repent.

Millennia‑long faith traditions cannot be altered so easily.

The vast majority of Zor are beyond saving.

Even the deities were helpless; after breaching Mosuobulai, the dark maiden Ilyas did not, through Kuilu, express a desire to take the city, indicating the deity had long abandoned most Zor, only accepting those whose hearts lean toward the light.

Attempting to rule this city will only drag oneself into the quagmire of a faith war.

In a previous life there was a nation dubbed the Empire Graveyard.

Above Mosuobulai resides a true deity, who would be even more troublesome than the Empire Graveyard; Lei En, having learned the lesson deeply, only wishes to seize a quick profit while Spider Queen Ros's hand cannot reach the Prime Material Plane, then flee with a windfall.

Daknalun fell silent; Lei En's words were already clear.

Just as they neared the Banri family, he spoke again, solemnly saying, "I beg you, sir, to help the Zor of Mosuobulai, to rescue them from Ros's cruel oppression. For this, I am willing to pledge my loyalty to you, wholeheartedly assisting you in governing Mosuobulai, only to obtain a glimmer of hope."

Lei En was somewhat moved, considered seriously for a few seconds, and ultimately shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I cannot accept your loyalty."

Daknalun's dark face showed despair; Lei En, out of Yizite's sake, felt reluctant and added, "It's not that I don't want to rescue the Zor, but I am merely a mortal, powerless against a deity. Ruling Mosuobulai would only bring endless trouble; the gains are far less than the costs, even endangering my life."

"I am human, not Zor. Please forgive my inability."

"My apologies."

Lei En finished speaking and did not look at Daknalun again. The Banrui family had already arrived; he led the charge and rushed in, and thunder and gunfire sounded.

(End of Chapter)