CH 26

Chapter 26: The Bride! Bloodshed

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Baron Gandial naturally had the confidence to back his words. With a multitude of elite soldiers under his command and a formidable fortress, how could he be opposed by those remnants of the Light who were as insignificant as street rats?

At the same time, Wu Hui, who was observing this scene from within the Divine Kingdom, couldn’t help but feel nervous. Baron Gandial may be a brute, but he was skilled at rallying his troops and never hesitated to invest in capable subordinates.

The two trusted bodyguards under his command had already reached level 2 in terms of their strength. With their fully equipped and finely coordinated efforts, they were not afraid even when facing level 3 powerhouses.

On the other hand, Holy Maiden Catherine, despite being a level 3 nun, excelled in support rather than direct combat, making her less adept at facing other level 3 combatants.

Could she withstand this wave of attacks?

Just as Wu Hui was prepared to endure the pain of depleting his divine power and unleash a spear of judgment to help the Saint eliminate one elite bodyguard, something unexpected happened.

The Saint of Light suddenly moved, clad in a holy wedding gown. Instead of retreating, she charged towards the heavily armored swordsman.

She was indeed quite clever because by doing so, she could use the swordsman’s body as a barrier to shield herself from the spear-wielding soldier’s attack. The situation, which was originally one against two, temporarily turned into a one-on-one confrontation.

But even in a one-on-one battle, could she overpower the heavily armored swordsman? The swordsman had a robust and muscular build, and with his full armor, he likely weighed two to three hundred kilograms.

His gaze revealed a cruel, ferocious smile. How dare this petite bride challenge him head-on? It was simply seeking death.

Wu Hui suppressed the urge to intervene and chose to trust the Saint of Light. Let her handle it; if necessary, he could use his divine power to heal her, even if she ended up on the brink of death. With his current 1.1 divine power as a backup, he could save her life.

With divine power in hand, one could be so willful.

It’s easier said than done.

Just as the Saint of Light was about to collide head-on with the heavily armored swordsman, a sudden change occurred.

“Decree: Radiant Light.”

The gaze of the Saint of Light became extremely calm, and she softly uttered a divine incantation.

Radiant Light spell?

Wu Hui, who was observing this scene from the Divine Kingdom, was immediately taken aback. What on earth was the Saint doing by suddenly casting the Radiant Light spell? During his idle moments, Wu Hui often studied the standardized divine spells stored within the divine system.

These spells constituted the knowledge system of the lineage of Light left behind by the God of Light.

Among them, “Radiant Light” was a very low-level divine spell, easy to grasp and cast. It simply released the power of radiant light, forming a large area of radiance as much as possible.

In terms of pure destructive power, it was almost negligible.

Of course, since the Radiant Light spell was developed and preserved within the divine spell system, it naturally had certain practical uses.

For example, it could provide illumination in darkness, boosting the morale of troops.

Moreover, when facing commoners with limited knowledge systems, a cultivator who appeared like a small sun, burning with divine radiance, would always earn respect and generate belief. It was a cost-effective divine spell for deceiving believers.

Lastly, it was quite effective in dispelling large amounts of negative energy.

However, using it to deal with a fully armored human soldier with a level 2 strength seemed to lack any direct effectiveness.

But actions spoke louder than words.

The battle unfolded swiftly.

The Holy Maiden unleashed the Radiant Light spell, causing her abundant holy light power to erupt. In an instant, she transformed into a radiant sun, engulfing both herself and the heavily armored swordsman in a dazzling and sacred light.

Then came a piercing scream. The swordsman, carried by inertia, stumbled out of the bright range, only to fall to the ground a few steps later. His sword and shield had been thrown aside as he frantically clutched his head, rolling and screaming in agony.

Deeply embedded in the eye socket that his helmet failed to protect was a silver hairpin—the very hairpin the Saint of Light had used to secure her bridal hairstyle. Her golden locks cascaded like a waterfall, staining her pristine and sacred wedding gown with specks of crimson blood, creating a disturbingly beautiful yet chilling sight.

Combined with her stern expression, there was a hint of fanatical madness in her eyes.

It was as if one found themselves in a horror movie about a bloodthirsty vengeful bride.

“Hiss~”

Even Wu Hui, observing this scene from the Divine Kingdom, couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Although he had transmigrated into a deity, he was, in the end, an ordinary human who had lived on Earth for over twenty years. The scene before him sent shivers down his spine.

It was brutal, incredibly brutal.

Back when Wu Hui recruited Catherine as the Saint, he was quite satisfied with her in various aspects, but he couldn’t help but feel that her personality seemed somewhat fragile, unsure if she could shoulder the burden.

However, due to the circumstances at the time, he had no other choice but to take a gamble and promote Catherine.

Little did he expect that under pressure, Catherine would grow so ferocious.

Moreover, she was remarkably intelligent, capable of thinking and drawing inferences. The Radiant Light spell she just cast was clearly different from the traditional one. She transformed her holy light power into a burst of radiance, creating a flashbang-like blinding effect and instantly throwing her opponent into a state of panic and confusion.

“For our Lord!”

The resolute Saint of Light, Holy Maiden Catherine swiftly picked up the one-handed longsword dropped by the fallen swordsman and gripped it with both hands. She fiercely thrust the sword downward.

“Crack!”

With such a forceful stab, the longsword pierced through the swordsman’s chest armor, puncturing his heart and ending his suffering.

The Saint of Light withdrew the sword, blood splattering in all directions.

“Amazing, truly amazing.”

After the initial shock, Wu Hui couldn’t help but admire Catherine, the Saint of Light, even more. Despite her ferocity and fanaticism, she was carrying out her duties for him, the God of Light. Fanatical believers were not just empty words.

Their faith in the deity was fervent and unwavering. Even if ordered by the deity, they would not hesitate to sacrifice themselves.

While Wu Hui was lost in his thoughts, Catherine, with her blood-drenched sword, had already turned her attention to another spearman not far away.

Though the spearman was fierce, witnessing the scene before him had shaken him. Fear flickered in his eyes, and he instinctively took a few steps back. This woman, dressed in a bridal gown, was simply too formidable. He had no intention of rushing forward to meet his death.

But precisely because of his hesitation, he gave the Saint of Light an opportunity.

Catherine swiftly stepped forward, placing her foot on the fallen Baron Gandial’s chest, while the blood-drenched sword pressed against his throat.

Baron Gandial’s face instantly turned pale, devoid of his previous arrogance.

“Ma’am, please, let’s talk. Let’s talk.”

He lay frozen on the ground, afraid to make any movement. Cold sweat trickled down his face, and his flabby body trembled in fear, looking utterly disheveled.

The Holy Maiden Catherine remained unfazed, not even sparing him a glance. Her grip on the sword remained steady, unmoving like a rock.

At this moment, the nearby guards sensed something amiss and rushed to the outside of the watchtower, preparing to enter the door.

“Step back.”

Catherine cast a cold gaze at them and rebuked in a stern voice.

As she spoke, the longsword in her hand pressed slightly downward, and the tip of the sword instantly pierced the skin on Baron Gandial’s neck, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

Baron Gandial let out a scream resembling that of a slaughtered pig.

The guards were startled by the sight and immediately dared not move.