Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Bottled Prisoner (End)_1
In a bid to save her most valuable pawn, the Goddess of Sin and Punishment really went all out!
Even though she had fortified her body to the limit, making it exceptionally sturdy.
The moment his shoulder slammed into the Armor, Fu Qian still felt the Thorn Sprigs were incredibly sharp, as if his body was nearly pierced through.
At the same time, the chaotic forces attached to them instantly spread into his body, causing it to stiffen and go numb.
It doesn’t matter, the effect has been achieved.
Fu Qian withdrew his arm expressionlessly from the Armor.
In the midst of that ferocious collision, William was sent crashing into a thorny thicket, and his slight edge in affinity finally gave out.
By now, the surface of the Armor showed traces far deeper and finer than before.
Of course, the traces were still steadily healing.
Fu Qian, who had just stood upright, lunged forward once more with a shoulder strike.
How could I possibly give you a chance to recover slowly!
Even if you wear blade-proof Armor today, it won’t save your damn head.
Eradicating the Goddess of Sin and Punishment has never been my mission; my target has always been William, the pawn.
Amidst the flying flesh and blood, Fu Qian no longer thought about his own appearance at the moment.
And with each consecutive hit, the silver Armor smeared with his blood reached a breaking point with its growing cracks.
Finally, as he launched a punch, an indescribable wail emanated from the Armor before it collapsed with a crash.
William’s Mythical Form could no longer be sustained.
The towering metal body shrank in an instant, leaving behind a bloodied figure.
And at that moment, the sharp, dark-red thorns still hadn’t disappeared, deeply embedded all over his body.
William barely began to speak when he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Not long ago, I met someone whose way of touching the Divine Beings was indescribable.”
As he spoke, Fu Qian walked forward, casually brushing aside any thorns trying to block him.
“But compared to him, your method truly makes one see stars.”
Before William could utter another word, Fu Qian stamped down on him.
Amidst the spray of red and white, the First Sinner died, his path ended.
[Current task completed, containment number 2-177 successful]
Almost simultaneously, a pleasant notification sound rang out.
Not bad, very efficient!
As Fu Qian felt impressed, he watched the blood-red thorns in front of him quickly wither and decay.
Knowing that smashing William, who wore blade-proof armor, forcefully to death had left him riddled with wounds, going after others would be problematic now.
Now it seemed, in that short period earlier, William’s Sin Seeker form managed to eliminate all the remaining Sinners completely.
He had worried before whether he wouldn’t be as diligent, or in case someone was purified and did not regain Sinflame, it was possible to miss some.
Now it appears, in the face of the desire to survive, indeed everyone fought desperately.
And, naturally, those acting as Sinners in front had especially high efficiency.
Within a few seconds, the thorns on the platform had all but disappeared.
And there, at a downward turn, Fu Qian spotted two broken figures.
One of them, Sin Extinguisher Ailina, was looking over here with a face full of horror, eventually fixing her gaze upon William’s corpse.
Pretty clever, huh? Managed to run out and even brought a teammate along.
Fu Qian didn’t say anything; instead, he glanced back at the Goddess of Sin and Punishment’s statue. Then, the scene in front of him rapidly distorted.
[Mission Rating: Sin Extinguisher]
[Both a prisoner of the body and of the heart.
Through a special ritual, one can make a vow with Divine Beings.
The scoundrels, trapped in a desperate situation, were forced to use every means possible to struggle for survival.
Their sins had never been so clearly displayed before their eyes, bringing them a pain that cut to the bone.
And after they sought help from the goddess, they found that all their suffering dissipated.
Nearly every prisoner chose to hide this miraculous redemption, hoping to secure an extra edge in their fight to stay alive.
However, what they didn’t know was that such a special ritual was the most essential form of a Transcendent’s corruption.
Those who chose to become tools of the gods would forever lose the hope of becoming Divine Beings.
On the treacherous path to divinity, there are many such traps.
[Reward: SAN Points +25; Inspiration +5]
[Special Reward: Thorn Sprig]
[Current SAN Points 176, Current Inspiration 66]
[Would you like to watch the event replay?]
In the warehouse, Fu Qian leaned back in his chair, listening leisurely to the mission summary, but the more he listened, the more he frowned.
Although his wounds had healed, the recent experience still made him sensitive to the word “thorn”.
Without another word, he flipped to the reward section.
[Effect: A blood-red twig plucked from the Sins Thorns, symbolizing the purest form of corruption. When used, it can corrode any weapon, item, or even concept, allowing Sinflame to wander within.]
[Note: Your sins? No, it’s your sins.]
Fu Qian looked at the object in his hand.
It was a red twig in a transparent vial, indeed somewhat similar to the Sins Thorns he had seen before, but much smaller in size.
Compared to the ones he had been pummeling just before, the little thorns seemed almost cute.
It can corrode any weapon or item?
While reminiscing about the feeling of being punctured by these things, Fu Qian glanced at the pile of items on the table.
The description was quite simple, and it seemed that just by placing it together with other things, the corrosion would happen automatically.
Speaking of which, although he had many items, it appeared he only had one weapon.
After a moment’s thought, Fu Qian took off the Tyrant’s Fist that was on his hand.
Caressing the smooth red ring, Fu Qian opened the vial and dropped in the stopper.
Almost the moment the two made contact, the Thorn Sprig came to life, wriggling rapidly into a dark red worm.
After circling the Tyrant’s Fist a few times, the worm finally twisted around it and quickly melted away.
About half a minute later, countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the vial, then it disintegrated into dust.
The Tyrant’s Fist fell onto the table, its color appearing slightly darker.
Sinflame wandering within?
Fu Qian recalled the explanation and picked up the ring, slipping it onto his finger, then flicked his hand.
A scarlet shadow flashed across the air and vanished.
Fu Qian immediately noticed the changes in the Tyrant’s Fist.
The whip, originally made from twisted blood vessels and tendons, was now covered in sharp spines, and one could even see the surging dark blood light if they looked closely.
This design, it’s really becoming more and more adult only!
Fu Qian let out a deep sigh, planning to test it in action at the first opportunity.
After a mission, getting an enhanced weapon was no small feat.
Of course, that wasn’t the biggest gain this time—but rather the final mission summary.