“Who the hell are you?”
The Wind-Chaser Boots on Elias's feet kicked up a flurry of afterimages as he relentlessly pursued Sarah, slashing wildly.
In midair, the Thorn Cutlass—infused with both 【Frostbite】 and 【Moonlight Enchantment】—traced deadly arcs of interwoven silver and blue.
Every time the blade sliced through the air, it brought a bone-chilling cold and cool moonlight.
The wooden banister at the top of the stairs shattered under the blade, its jagged edges coated in a thick layer of deep blue frost.
Sarah dodged frantically, her grotesque face contorted in pain and filled with utter disbelief.
She truly could not understand why these two transcendents who had suddenly broken into the lighthouse possessed abilities that so unreasonably and completely suppressed her.
She was clearly the one with the home-field advantage and the higher Scale.
To kill these two pests who were ruining her plans, she had actually exerted a massive amount of effort in secret.
The insidious schemes she had woven in the dark were far greater than anything Elias and Bloodsong could see on the surface.
First, before the battle even began, she had launched a preemptive strike from the shadows.
She had used 【Whispering Parasite】 on the man wielding the cutlass.
This was a Scale One spell bestowed upon her after she dedicated herself to her great Lord.
This move could silently plant a stretch of meaningless whispers deep into the target's consciousness.
Under normal circumstances, any ordinary transcendent hearing this static would immediately have their focus disrupted and their attention divided.
And the result?
It had absolutely no effect on this man.
This was truly baffling.
It could even be described as absurd.
Of course, if Sarah knew that this man had heard far more intense Soul Screams...
She probably wouldn't find it strange at all.
Though shocked by her failure, Sarah did not give up.
Next, when she found an opportunity to approach the fair-skinned young bartender, she cast another spell.
A Scale Two spell—【Chalas Interference】.
This spell required a medium to cast.
By luring the target into noticing the Chalas Spiral patterns on her body.
Once their gaze locked onto that twisted spiral, the transcendent's consciousness would be briefly dragged into an infinite loop of repetitive thoughts.
Their brain would freeze like a jammed gear, infinitely repeating their last thought, causing them to completely forget the next combat move they were supposed to make.
It was practically a mental crash.
However, reality slapped Sarah hard in the face once again.
This seemingly frail young man only faltered for a mere fraction of a second when his eyes met the pattern.
He quickly broke free from the mental mire and recovered his senses.
At that point, she had already begun to feel that something was off.
Suffering two consecutive setbacks was a lower probability than winning the lottery.
But at the time, she simply assumed that these two had exceptionally high natural mental resistance.
And so, she resorted to her most reliable method.
She used the venom hidden within her tentacles.
Generally speaking, this venom was also a powerful tool she used to control other creatures.
Its strength lay in its multi-layered effects; once it pierced the target, it would briefly paralyze their nerves.
Immediately after, the toxin would drag the victim into the illusion they desired most in their heart.
During this process, the poisoned victim would be torn to pieces by her without any pain, lost in their sweetest dream.
To ensure the toxin was fully injected within this cramped lighthouse, almost all the tentacles on her body had been severed by the two of them, leaving the floor littered with broken pieces.
With great difficulty, she finally found an opportunity, risking injury to pierce both of them at the same time.
At that moment, Sarah had even prepared her victory smile.
Who could have guessed that these two weirdos would only show a slight stiffness in their movements from the paralysis, and absolutely none of them succumbed to any illusions of indulgence.
They even continued to fire at her with completely blank expressions.
At that moment, Sarah nearly broke down.
Fine. Enchantment spells didn't work, mental pollution was ignored, and they were immune to hallucinogenic toxins, huh?
Since none of these flashy supernatural tricks worked on them, as a Scale Four believer, she could only rely on pure tier suppression.
She unleashed her Scale Three ultimate move—【Filthy Puppet Threads】.
By splitting her own spirituality, she forced it into invisible threads that penetrated the body of the girl disguised as a man.
She seized control of her limbs to make these two damn, strong-willed fools slaughter each other.
She thought this would finally bring down the curtain, but once again, reality delivered a ruthless slap to her face.
This little girl disguised as a male bartender was actually a demon descendant!
At this moment, as the mental control was violently torn apart, the infernal flames on Bloodsong broke free from their restraints. Enveloped in the raging fire, she finally revealed her true form.
Under the searing heat of the infernal flames, the disguise spells she had used to maintain her appearance turned to ash like fragile paper.
A Dvorin girl in a bartender's uniform now stood gracefully where she had been.
Elias's eyes twitched violently.
The girl before him and the red-skinned male bartender with goat horns from before didn't just look slightly different—they had absolutely nothing in common.
The two goat horns now extended upward from the sides of her scalp. As her spirituality settled, they transformed into long horns resembling those of a bushbuck—straight, elegant, and marked with spiral ridges.
Her face was far more striking than the male guise she had previously adopted.
Or rather, it completely transcended the boundaries of gender and species, exquisitely stunning, carrying a wildness and cool elegance unique to exotic realms.
Her dark red skin, as the flames receded, turned into a pale pinkish-white.
This visually striking transformation caused both Elias, cutlass in hand, and Sarah, standing at the top of the stairs, to temporarily halt their attacks.
For a moment, the air fell into an eerie silence.
“You... are... dead!”
Bloodsong—or rather, this Dvorin girl who had revealed her pure-blooded true form—spoke one word at a time.
Her voice was no longer the deliberately lowered, gruff male voice from before, but had become a magnetic and infuriated female voice.
Her slitted pupils locked dead onto Sarah.
Not far away at the top of the stairs, Sarah stared at the demon descendant who had revealed her true form. Although she was somewhat surprised by the girl's lineage, the massive negative spirituality in her own body quickly calmed her slight wariness.
She was not intimidated by the threat in the slightest.
“Fine, let me see how you plan to kill me.”
Sarah shrieked with laughter, slapping her own chest.
Immediately after, under the increasingly grave gazes of Elias and Bloodsong, the wounds Sarah had sustained during the fierce battle began to change.
Except for the area that Elias had hit with his special freezing bullet, which remained completely frozen...
The rest of her body rapidly began to sprout countless disgusting, translucent buds of flesh.
They squirmed and intertwined as if they were alive, self-healing at a speed that defied common sense.
In just a few breaths, the bloody holes blasted into her body by the repeating crossbow and the revolver healed completely.
Several more tentacles had even sprouted from the newly healed areas.
Elias looked at the woman in front of him and let out a helpless sigh.
This was probably the disadvantage of fighting on the Mist Veil Society's home turf.
After a round of combat, she just revived to full health on the spot, and even threw in a few extra weapon attachments for herself.
Elias took half a step forward, twirling his Thorn Cutlass.
He had no intention of backing down.
Not even verbally.
“I can do this all day.”
While stalling her outwardly, he reached out to the Dvorin girl next to him through the mental channel.
“So... you really are a girl?”
He asked with a strange tone in his mind.
“What do you think?”
Bloodsong snapped back through the channel, her cool voice laced with deep resentment and annoyance.
“In a tavern like that, the place is packed with drunk, vulgar men spewing filth.”
“If I didn't use Polymorph to disguise myself, wouldn't I be teased by those bastards every single day looking like this?”
The Dvorin girl rolled her eyes and grumbled.
After all, an exceptionally gorgeous, pinkish-white skinned, exotic devil-worshipping girl working as a bartender in a transcendent tavern...
Anyone with a brain could guess how much trouble that would attract.
“True.”
Elias agreed in his mind.
However, the small talk ended there.
Elias quickly focused back on the battle. Watching the giant jellyfish wildly flailing her new tentacles at the top of the stairs, he sighed in the mental channel.
“So, how do we deal with this menopausal jellyfish?”
“She can't possibly keep self-healing like this without limit, right?”
If she had infinite health regeneration, he and Bloodsong would be exhausted to death here today.
“Actually, she can...”
Bloodsong's response sounded somewhat lacking in confidence.
“And judging by the spells she's using...”
“She should be at Scale Four.”
“If we purely try to outlast her, with her almost infinite reserves of negative pollution, compared to the two of us...”
Bloodsong's voice trailed off.
After a brief silence, she corrected herself rather begrudgingly:
“Fine...”
“She's just much stronger than me. If it's you, you might last a bit longer than I can.”
“I actually have an idea.”
Elias said in a low voice through the mental channel.
He tightened his grip on the double-enchanted Thorn Cutlass in his right hand, which glowed with moonlight and extreme frost, locking his gaze onto Sarah's abdomen—the only part of her not covered in budding flesh.
“Since she loves moving and self-healing so much...”
Elias said with a playful tone.
“Have you ever had a jellyfish-flavored popsicle?”
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