Chapter 425 - - King of Acting_3

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The moment his Sea God Martial Spirit was cleaved apart, the tearing sensation he had once felt also simultaneously transmitted to his brain.

It was more painful than when he actively split his Sea God Martial Spirit.

Fortunately, he had previously split his Martial Spirit on his own, and the sudden pain was within his tolerance. What truly surprised Duge was that after his Martial Spirit healed from being split by the Pope, his attributes had surged significantly.

As his attributes surged, the tearing sensation in his mind also silently disappeared.

A super-sized split, huh?

By his own willpower, he could not separate the Sea God Martial Spirit from the sea beneath his feet, but it seemed the Pope’s grand move could do it effortlessly.

So.

This was a good person helping him train!

Duge looked at the Pope with shock, fiercely bit his tongue, and while the wound had not yet healed, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He staggered backward and declared, “You… how could you possibly cleave the sea? I… I’ll fight you…”

Before he could finish.

The Sea God strode upon the waves, his scepter held high, summoning a water dragon pillar to pull down the twelve-winged Angel from the sky.

Hmph!

Seeing Duge annoyed and enraged, the Pope put his worries to rest and sneered, “I am guilty; when I was a Cardinal, I once used Black Magic to plot against my rival, only then did I ascend to the position of Pope…”

Another shameful act was revealed, and the Pope, furious and embarrassed, manipulated the twelve-winged Angel and repeated the earlier move.

The Holy Sword cleaved the Sea God, cleaved the sea.

In this world.

Battles between Martial Artists leaned more towards Martial Spirits clashing, after all, damage to the Martial Spirit would hurt the core, which was common knowledge; attacking the Martial Spirit was more effective than attacking the physical body.

Having discovered Duge’s weakness, he of course sought a swift battle to prevent more of his dirty secrets from being exposed. By eliminating Duge, he could also free himself to kill all the witnesses…

Puh!

Duge’s face turned deathly pale as he spat out an even larger mouthful of fresh blood, “Impossible, your spiritual power is clearly not as strong as mine! I cannot fail, I must kill you, you lowly and shameless scoundrel, and protect my people…”

Another sword fell.

The heavily struck Duge’s chest was soaked with blood, and his figure suspended in the air tottered as if he could no longer stand firm, “I cannot fall; evil will never defeat good, I possess the greatest combat power…”

Bang!

Another sword fell.

Duge could no longer hold on and plummeted to the ground.

The Sea God Martial Spirit floating in the sky could no longer raise a water tornado; it returned to the surface of the sea, futilely waving its Magic Wand, mirroring the Duge on the ground, it seemed like the end of a hero.

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“No… I can’t fall yet, this evil person will kill all my citizens for his own reputation…”

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“I refuse to believe it; you Blasphemer, evil one, why would the Solar God choose you. I must fight, on behalf of the Sea God, I’ll kill you!”

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“King Holley!”

“King.”

“King Holley, stop fighting, you can’t beat him…”

“King Holley, you’re still young, flee now, and one day, when you’ve trained more powerful Soul Skills, come back to avenge us.”

“King, don’t hold on any longer, you’ll die if this continues!”

“Pope, you bastard, even if only one of us survives, we will spread your evil deeds across the world…”

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Watching the Martial Spirit being split apart again and again, only to heal each time, but his body growing weaker and weaker, all the citizens on the city wall couldn’t hold back any longer.

Many people cried tears, loudly calling out for Duge to flee, to stop forcing himself.

At this moment.

Duge, relying on his strong and convincingly realistic acting, captured everyone’s heart.

Lass and the others were worried about Duge, and they rushed out of the city walls to stop the Pope and save their king. At this moment, they had long forgotten the feat Duge had once accomplished by splitting his own Martial Spirit.

But as soon as they dashed past the city walls, they were blocked by a wall of water.

It was Duge.

It was him, propping up his severely injured body, using the Water Wall Technique.

This was the best opportunity for his attributes to increase, to bolster his integrity, and to refresh the split.

He absolutely wouldn’t allow a bunch of fools to ruin his advantage.

Duge staggered to his feet, his back to the Pope, and cried out in anguish, “Leave, everyone leave! You are no match for the Pope, coming here will only mean a senseless death.

My friends, it is I who underestimated the Pope’s ability, it is I who led you into danger, this is my dereliction of duty.

All the people, heed my command, leave Basque City immediately, the farther the better, go and tell more people, so they know the true face of the Pope, only then will my sacrifice today not be in vain…”

Spurt!

As Duge spoke, another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

“My King!”

The people were petrified with fear, yet not a single one left.

“Leave, I can’t hold him off for long,” Duge desperately waved his hand, striving to stand straight, “Lass, Stephen Gao, Duke Linqi, this may be the last time I issue you an order, I command you to lead all the people of Basque City away from here. You must protect them at all costs from the Holy See’s persecution until the Solar God purges the Pope. Go! Do you want my death to be in vain?”

The Pope, after hearing Duge’s words, was anxious in his heart, yet he could not express anything else. Having no choice, he cast Judgement again, trying to kill Lass and the others.

But just as the Holy Light was about to fall, the Sea God raised a barrier again, blocking all the Holy Light.

After blocking the Holy Light, the Sea God couldn’t even maintain the image of standing on the sea and sat cross-legged on the water’s surface, defiantly staring at the triumphant twelve-winged Angel in the sky.

Duge looked miserably at the Pope in the sky and weakly said, “Pope, as long as I draw breath, I won’t allow you to harm them. Stephen, leave, don’t let my sacrifice be in vain. If possible, save my father, tell him that his son has not been possessed by the Evil God, that Holley has always been his pride…”

“Go! Give me the last of my dignity. Do you want to watch me die here?” Duge roared with all the strength he had left, ineffectually summoning a water tornado at sea, as if trying to entangle the twelve-winged Angel.

“My King…” Ole, filled with grief and anger, charged forward, only to be pulled back by Old Gao, who, with tears in his eyes, solemnly said, “Go, Ole, Lass, move! Don’t let the King’s sacrifice be in vain. Let more people know the true face of the Pope, and then we can avenge the King.”

Ole, looking at the increasingly frail Duge, wiped away his tears, and yelled at the tear-streaked faces of the people on the city walls, “Move! What are you waiting for? Don’t let King Holley sacrifice himself for nothing…”

“My King.”

“King Holley.”

The people, their eyes filled with tears, one by one saluted towards Duge’s silhouette, bidding him their final farewell, then under Old Gao’s direction, they headed down from the city walls.

Seeing this scene.

The Pope in great urgency said, “I am a sinner…”

Then.

He used Judgement again.

However, Duge blocked it again, and with a miserable smile said, “Pope, I’m not dead yet.”

“…When I was a cardinal, I embezzled Gold Coins…” The Pope said through gritted teeth, recounting his own sins, controlling the twelve-winged Angel to repeatedly strike at the Sea God Martial Spirit, completely disregarding his own consumption.

Duge very cooperatively collapsed on the ground, unable to stand any longer…

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This time.

Even the bishops who had their Martial Spirits sealed were silent.

Out of everyone.

Only Duke Linqi and Alien Warrior Nobb regarded Duge with a particularly surprised gaze.

Duke Linqi, having fought Duge, naturally knew he hadn’t used his full strength, as the small river outside Basque City hadn’t even churned up a wave.

Nobb knew the details of Alien Warriors; they indeed could vomit blood, but wouldn’t do so as exaggeratedly as Duge, and moreover, he took so many hits without dying, and could always block the Pope’s pursuit of others at the critical moment, which only meant one thing—he was taking the opportunity to farm keywords!

Shit!

This guy’s key phrase wouldn’t be masochism, would it?

Watching Duge struggle over and over, yet completely controlling the battlefield, Nobb became increasingly hesitant to enlighten the Pope. It was highly unlikely that the Pope would be able to defeat him; he had to consider his own way out!

It was said that Duge would accept Alien Warriors from other planets, but was it really true?

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