Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 895: Injury for Life

"That human... what was his name again? Oh right, Bingb. He betrayed all of humanity and was proud of it."

He went to a small world and then suddenly died. Not long after, Eisen also died. "I heard that Master has returned..." O'Gri murmured, his words illogical, just a jumble of fragmented information.

“Sephiroth is a bit strange, and Largo is strange too; they're both hiding something…”

Until recently, Ogrim once again sensed her master's presence, albeit only for a moment. She did feel it, so she voluntarily came to this small world managed by Binber without telling anyone.

In the Abyss, Binbo could be considered one of the top fighters by strength, but his status was not high. After all, no one would readily accept the surrender of a traitor, even if it was sincere.

Therefore, Bingb's death did not attract the attention of others, and even the world he was in charge of was not part of the long-term plan; at most, it was just an extra.

O'Grey's decision to come here was already a condescension, but she didn't care; she needed an answer.

Accompanying her were naturally her followers, such as the apprentice abyssal demon, Krosanna, whose whereabouts had been discovered by Saffir.

Krosanna is an extremely rare light-type demon, making her an anomaly in the demon ecosystem that is generally more affinity-for-darkness.

If this were a long time ago, before the conflict in the divine realms began, Krosana's situation would have been incredibly dire. After all, just as the divine realms reject darkness, the abyss also rejects light, and Krosana, whose own attribute is light, was destined to suffer discrimination and bullying.

But she was lucky; she was born in the right era, and because of her affinity for light, she gained the special favor of the light demon Ogri, who made her his subordinate.

This time, Krosana was in charge of the relevant matters here, but her luck seemed to have run out, and she encountered the one she had been repeatedly told not to look back and to run away immediately.

Krosana didn't actually think she had no chance of winning. After all, Philigs had been dead for tens of thousands of years, and who knew what she would become after all those years?

With such a low energy level in this world, even that unreasonable old monster should be subject to limitations, right?

She unilaterally ignored the deaths of Bingbor and Eisen, and presumptuously believed that she should be able to fight back.

"Commander is being far too cautious. In my opinion, you're nothing special." Krosana cheered herself up inwardly. This was a chance to kill Philigs in one fell swoop! If she succeeded, wouldn't she become a legend in a single battle?

Who knows, she might have the chance to inherit Lord Ogre's mantle in the future, or even gain Lord Roche's favor? She wanted to seize this opportunity.

Saffir was momentarily confused by these nonsensical words. What was going on in the Abyss now? Did all sorts of cats and dogs dare to spout nonsense in front of him? And this guy was actually Ogri's subordinate? This was a bit surreal.

She was almost reluctant to kill the little guy, wanting to hear what other wild and insolent words he might utter: "Oh? I'm nothing special, that's quite a novel assessment."

As she spoke, the Netherworld Purgatory began to expand infinitely, forming an indestructible cage around her. Her purpose was naturally to capture her alive. Occasionally, she also wanted to keep a small pet, such as a rare light-type demon, which was not common in the past.

Seeing that Saphir was only setting up a cage and not launching an effective attack on her, Krosana became even more certain that the other party couldn't do anything to her, so she became bolder: "Although Lord Ogri said that you must run away if you see me."

However, some people have told me that I can run away from other main gods in the divine realm, but there's no need to do that with you; I can just confront you head-on.

"Then, have you heard the last sentence?" Saffir began to construct the coordinate system of this space in his mind, checking step by step to determine the location of Krosana. The reason why he couldn't hit her at first was not because she dodged quickly, but because Ogri's blessing blurred her coordinates.

In other words, there is a discrepancy between Krosana's actual location in this space and the location she observes, which is why her attacks always miss.

The main reason Krosana had to dodge was that the area hit by the Nether Chains would explode, and the area was quite wide, so she had to dodge to avoid the damage.

"If you encounter Philigs, don't run away, confront her head-on..."

"That way, you'll die with more dignity." As Saffir's words fell, the coordinate system was completed, and Krosana's figure appeared in her field of vision. All disguises were rendered ineffective, and this ignorant and fearless little fellow suddenly became nowhere to hide.

"Whoosh!" Another sound of air being torn apart, almost indistinguishable from the previous piercings.

Krosana instinctively began to dodge, but the moment she finished, her scalp tingled, and she faintly smelled the stench of decay—the smell of death.

However, there was no time left to remedy the situation.

The extremely penetrating chains pierced straight through her chest, and golden blood spurted from Krosana's mouth. Her entire body was pierced by the Netherworld Chains, and she was then sent flying backward by the kinetic energy of the chains, smashing through countless rocks until she crashed into the cage wall made of Netherworld Chains behind her, finally stopping her backward flight.

Krosana endured a terrifying blow far exceeding her limits. The intense aura of death almost instantly consumed everything about her, and the immense impact and widespread destructive power rendered her unable to conceal herself.

In Saphir's vision, a beautiful woman dressed in a pure white gauze dress, her face veiled, appeared on the Netherworld Chains like a fairy from a lake.

Even with such severe injuries, Krosana, suspended on the chains, revealed a strange smile.

Her voice was hoarse as she slowly managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You...you fell for their trap...heh...hehehe..."

Saffir stared at her intently, and in an instant he understood everything, because Krosana was Ogri's subordinate and had received Ogri's blessing, so she naturally possessed some of Ogri's characteristics.

What are the characteristics of Ogre?

Counter-attacks, defensive counter-attacks, and the inability to hit the target.

With the inability to be hit broken, what awaits Saffir now is counter-attack and defensive counter-attacks.

Ogri's inability to hit has a relatively low priority, making it a relatively easy mechanism to break. However, his defensive counterattack and counter-damage are of extremely high priority, which are the two abilities that Saffir emphasized teaching back then.

These two abilities were once Saffir's proudest skills, but now a junior was using them on her, which almost made her laugh in anger.

However, since it is a skill that I am familiar with, I naturally know how to crack it.

The simplest way is to activate the Rebirth Hymn on the spot, use its powerful recovery ability to withstand the damage reflection mechanism, forcefully exchange injury for life, and kill the opponent.

But with Veronica absent, Saphir's activation of the New Life Hymn would inevitably halt the pursuit, giving Krosana time to catch her breath, something Saphir was unwilling to do.

After a brief moment of consideration, she made her choice: "You seem very confident, thinking that I'll be the first one to give up before I beat you to a pulp?"

Her body trembled slightly as her chest burst open, and bright red blood instantly stained her clothes.

But she seemed to feel nothing at all, and strode toward Krosana, who was hanging in mid-air.

Seeing Saffir covered in blood but not stopping for a moment, Krosana finally panicked. She instinctively took a defensive counterattack, and a golden orb of light shone from behind her and flew toward Saffir.

O'Gri's defensive counter-attacks are very powerful, and few people can withstand them. This is the source of Krosana's confidence to fight Saffir head-on.

Unfortunately, the indestructible orb of light in her eyes was extinguished with a single slap when it flew right up to Saffir.

Then Saffir appeared before her, the Nether Chains vanished, and under the influence of gravity, Krosana's heavily injured body uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

But before she could land, Saffir grabbed her hair and, in the next instant, punched her in the cheek.

The immense force sent Krosana flying uncontrollably, and with a loud "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

Saffir coughed, a red mark appearing at the corner of her mouth, making her look like she had been punched. Her forceful swallowing motion startled Krosana.

She swallowed back the blood she was about to vomit.

Krosana's body crashed into the pile of rocks, rolled uncontrollably twice, and lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. Her pristine white dress was now filthy, making her look utterly disheveled.

The hair tie that Safiel used to tie her hair broke completely, and her hair fell loose, covering her face and making it impossible to see her expression.

Even so, she did not stop. With her right hand, she spread her fingers and brushed her hair back from her forehead. Her heterochromatic eyes had now turned completely blood red.

She strode forward and stepped directly on Krosana's face, silencing any words she might utter.

"Take it easy. I don't like hearing people beg for mercy." Saffir's voice was calm, showing no sign that he was seriously injured.

Krosana's pupils trembled as she listened to Safiel's indifferent words, her gaze fixed on the hem of Safiel's clothes, where crimson blood dripped onto the ground, splattering and forming blood flowers.

Krosana thought Saphir had gone completely mad; no one had ever told her that Phylges was insane.

She deeply regretted her decision. If she had known this would happen, she would never have dared to provoke Saffir even if she had ten times the courage. Ogri had never told her about this!

But... shouldn't this be common sense for Ogre? It's hard to describe just how crazy her master is; it's something that can only be understood intuitively. She's already told Crosanna that she ran away as soon as she saw Philigs, so what else does she need to say?

Krosana's face was being stepped on, and her body trembled uncontrollably as she struggled desperately with all four limbs.

"You shut up!" Saffir's tone grew even colder, and a golden, light-based spear appeared in her hand.

If Beidou were here, he would definitely feel a chill run down his spine, because this is the same skill that Safi'ir used to kill Beidou: Victory Spear.

Saffir hurled the spears of light one after another, and bloody holes appeared in both of her hands and both of her calves almost simultaneously, with blood gushing out. From the wounds on her body, it was clear where the spears of victory had been used.

Krosana's limbs were all nailed to the ground, rendering her unable to move. She could only look at Saphir with horrified eyes, who was also covered in blood, but whose madness was growing ever stronger.

Her eyes uncontrollably filled with tears as she repeatedly tried to shake her head to stop Saffir's next move, but her actions made it impossible for Saffir to stop his violent actions.

Ooyama Tsumi appeared in Saffir's hands. With just a few simple transformations, the sharp shield turned into a rotating gear, and the enormous weapon spun rapidly like a chainsaw.

"!!!" Krosana's tears almost instantly burst forth. She wanted to go home; she never wanted to come to this damned place again. Damn Ogri, damned Abyss, damned Divine Realm, damned Feligh, damned Teyvat, damned Nata, damned Kingdom of the Night God, damned Sapphire, damned Sapphire!!!

"It might hurt a little, bear with it." Saffir ignored Krosana's terrified and desperate eyes and slammed the wildly spinning shield of Oyama Tsumi towards her.

A mournful howl, so pitiful it was inhuman, echoed through the Kingdom of Night, then gradually faded until silence fell.

Mavica witnessed the entire battle between Saffir and Krosana.

Sitrus didn't see it because she had taken Kazina and the others back. Ying didn't want to leave, but there was no point in her staying, so she was forcibly taken away.

After a long while, Saffir finally crawled out from underground carrying Krosana, who had fallen into a deep coma.

She crawled along, leaving a trail of glaringly red blood on the ground, a shocking sight.

When Mavica saw her return, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she couldn't say anything.

She didn't know how to evaluate this battle. If she and Krosana were on the same side, she could only guarantee that she wouldn't be as badly beaten as Krosana.

Because she was probably already dead when Saffir delivered her first blow.

After all, Mavica has not yet regained her strength.

"What are you standing there for? Lend a hand." Saffir was quite calm, throwing the "thing" in his hand on the ground.

Krosana let out a muffled groan and showed no signs of waking up.

Mavica looked at the utterly miserable Krosanna, then at Saffir, who was still dripping blood: "Are you alright?"

"Do I look like I'm fine?" Saffir rolled his eyes and kicked Krosana again. "Damn it, the damage reflection ability is a bug, it's like a ghost."

Mavica instinctively wanted to ask if she should get someone to treat her, but reason told her that it was unnecessary. However, the wounds and blood on Saffir's body were too gruesome, and she felt she had to do something.

Saffir didn't care about anything else and took off her clothes, revealing her bloodied and mangled body. She winced in pain as she pulled at her wounds.

"Aren't you skilled in healing? Why don't you hurry up and treat her?" Mavica asked, puzzled.

Saffir threw his clothes aside and ripped off his torn pants as well: "The treatment will cause the wound and clothing to blend together. Keep an eye on the surroundings and don't let anyone get close."

Mavica nodded, turned around and became alert. Actually, there was no need for that, since it was the middle of nowhere and no one would come near.

The hymn of rebirth began, and life force surged within Saffir, continuously healing her wounds. Because her life force was now so vigorous, she could continue to move around as if nothing had happened, even after suffering such severe injuries.

In a game, this means she has a lot of health; damage that would be fatal to others wouldn't be lethal to her.

This also leads to an increase in the time required for treatment.

After all, with the same amount of healing, the time it takes to heal a Xiaogong with less than 20,000 HP and a Funingna with 100,000 HP will definitely be very different.

Sapphire's current health in the game is at least three million, and considering his other resistances and self-regeneration abilities, his tankiness surpasses most local legendaries.

So much so that even when she treats herself, it takes her quite a while.

During this time, Mavica naturally needed to protect her, since she was currently naked. If someone suddenly barged in and saw her, she would have no choice but to kill them to silence them.

With nothing to do during treatment, Saffir started chatting with Mavica: "You can't keep going like this. Have you thought about how to regain your strength?"

“The original plan was to burn those bonded items to forcibly reclaim some of the power for emergency use, but now there’s no need for that. The Holy Flame has stabilized considerably since the enemies here have been wiped out, and I can reclaim the power I offered before.” Mavica can sense many subtle changes through the ley lines.

Hearing her say that, Saffir nodded slightly: "Since you know what you're doing, I won't say any more."

She began to focus on healing her wounds. She had things to do tomorrow, and she couldn't let her injuries affect her book fair.