It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

The movements of her hands and feet were completely hidden beneath the shadow of her cloak. Not to mention her murderous intent, her heartbeats, her breathing, her center of gravity. She appeared motionless, yet gave the illusion of constant movement, keeping one on guard while simultaneously unable to fathom her inner thoughts.

Manjushaka tilted her cheek nonchalantly, then said with interest,

"Oh? Is this Fei'er's trait? I didn't expect you to have the same talent as her. But even so... you're no match for me right now."

Manjushage smiled wildly, stretching out her arms with abandon. Thousands of tentacle-like buds frantically swarmed behind her. As if commanding the abyss of fear and the unknown, she unapologetically displayed her dazzling color and aura.

Although the unidentified black substance left behind by Fei'er lingered on her body, seemingly causing some damage, this did not dampen Manjushaka's incomparably arrogant smile. Drawing strength from the lives of countless humans, she had reached a new peak in her power. Furthermore, having just devoured the body of one of her own followers, Manjushaka must be in high spirits.

Seeing that Bai Lin did not say anything, Manjushage continued,

"Now, even if the strongest humans could find me, they would probably have to weigh the stakes before engaging in battle. We have plenty of time to have fun. After all, it would be too boring to just slaughter those humans like this."

"You seem to want to provoke me, Manjushage."

Bai Lin's voice, a little hazy but incredibly calm, slowly rang out. Manjushaka had indeed gained immense power, but she was also overly complacent, as if eager for Bai Lin to unleash a wave of power and send her to the west.

Hearing this, Manjushaka restrained her smile a little, placed her fingers on her legs, and said in a coy manner,

"How could this be? The Son of God, who exists as humanity's hope, even after borrowing the power of the evil dragon and abandoning his human identity, can only helplessly watch his teammates die before his eyes. This is truly too interesting. Don't you want to speed up this story a little bit?"

Manjushage's words sounded like they were piercing her heart, but Bai Lin remained silent. With her divine power, she could deeply sense the abnormality in the other person's body. She replied,

"Do you really think you're going to win?"

Such a brief statement, yet filled with a strong sense of confidence. It didn't sound like something someone at a significant disadvantage could say, and one might even wonder if Bai Lin had gone mad. Yet, it was so resounding.

Of course, Manjushage was also surprised for a moment, and then quickly replied,

"Are you crazy from the mental shock? Well, the limit of a weak race like humans is probably..."

Before she could finish her words, a suffocating and painful sensation, as if someone were clutching her heart, suddenly interrupted her. A burst of yellow-green light shone brightly from her side. Then, along with her skin, the numerous buds on her back began to rapidly wither, like a plant.

Corrupted blood gushed out of her mouth, and a dizzying feeling disrupted her elegance and arrogance. Bai Lin naturally would not miss this opportunity. She slowly revealed her blade from under her cloak.

This was Fei'er's final trick. Long ago, with Sora's help, she had acquired a tool that could suppress her allure. Recently, Bai Lin had obtained a substance from Claire that had further improved this tool, which was the main reason Fei'er was able to remove her mask.

Fei'er hadn't wrapped herself up like that out of pure self-imposed isolation; it was simply to conceal her form and prevent her body from being affected by the outside world. The props Sora crafted were fundamentally and perfectly suited to Fei'er's body. Taking Fei'er's abilities into account, they used a method similar to a targeted toxin to suppress the effects of the Manjushage.

After Fei'er handed the Heart of the Mirror to Bai Lin, she completely lost consciousness, completely unable to adapt to the poison with her body, and its power was revealed. As a result, Manjushaka was now as if she had swallowed a large amount of poison, and her strength was rapidly fading.

"How could this happen...what's going on?!"

Manjushage knelt on one knee, and the tentacles behind her fell down one after another. The flashing red runes behind her also shook and completely shattered.

The feeling of draining strength and the tearing pain within her body made her pupils bloodshot. Feelings worse than death forced her to scratch at her body irritably, and all the atmosphere she had created was gone.

Everything that had been built collapsed. The red moon gradually dimmed, and Bai Lin could clearly feel that she no longer had any connection with the outside world. Of course, Manjushaka's own words also exposed all this.

"Why! You're going to stab me even though you're dead? What good will this do you? Didn't I give you the power to take revenge on humans? Why are you doing this to me?!"

Chapter 447: A Hundred Flowers in Disarray

A tragic sight and an angry roar erupted from Manjushaka. Her ferocious brows and roars expressed her intense feelings for Fei'er. Naturally, what she would face was the consequences of her own evil deeds.

A powerful, pure white blade shone faintly in Bai Lin's hand. Its radiance, as pure as the bright moon, spoke of a heart untainted by dust. The medium-length scimitar stretched nearly as long as Bai Lin's arms. Its perfect curve accentuated her graceful posture, and the well-placed guard was perfectly adapted for exerting force. The short blade, tightly grasped in her other hand, remained unchanged from its previous form.

The twin blades Fei'er had left behind now radiated a fierce determination to sever her filthy desires with Manjushage. Bai Lin, about to carry out this act, slowly placed her hands behind her back, lowering her body. She arched her front leg and pressed her hind leg back in an extreme position.

Bai Lin stretched his body to the extreme, and with a calm gaze, he locked onto his target. His crossed blades were also indifferently pointed at his target.

Moon Ladder Posture: Starting Sword Flashing

Bai Lin disappeared suddenly. Even Manjushaka, who was suddenly in trouble, immediately realized this fact. She stood up straight, urged her few remaining buds to rise, and shouted loudly,

"Don't think you can defeat me like this. I still have my own regenerative ability. Your human magic can't easily damage my body! I will always be one level higher than guys like you. I am——"

Her arrogant declaration was instantly cut short by the sharp blade's cutting sensation. Manjushaka felt another tearing sensation on her shoulder, already scarred by the darkness, and then a fierce piercing sensation pierced her torso from the side.

The sudden injury worsened her already suboptimal physical condition. She widened her eyes, a look of disbelief on her face, and then recklessly activated the flower buds to launch a wide-ranging attack. However, Bai Lin didn't seem to be eager to attack, and was completely unaffected by the flower buds.

Although it was just two simple slashes, the damage caused by the penetration made Manjushage feel an incredible and very painful aftereffect.

I was actually... injured like this by a human weapon? And it left me with such painful pain?

But even Manjushage knew that in this situation, she had no time to ponder why she had been injured by Bai Lin's weapon. She immediately mobilized all her perception, frantically searching for Bai Lin. But just as she was about to turn around, two more sharp blades struck her neck, piercing the back of her shoulder blades.

Her skin, previously unscathed, instantly gushed with blood. Even the exposed bones were slightly dislocated. With just a few easy thrusts from Bai Lin, Manjushaka felt her entire back tingle with pain. She endured the pain, her hands forming claws as she spun around at even greater speed, striking back at Bai Lin. Bai Lin vanished from her sight once again, reappearing behind her.

Hidden in the shadows, the brave warrior wielding a sharp blade once again transformed her body into a strange posture: she arched her hands and crossed them behind her neck, her upper body slightly tilted forward, and her lower body stepped forward with one foot, supporting the weight of her whole body, lightly tapping the ground with one foot, looking like she was ready to go.

Flower Water Moon Posture - Continuation of the Sword Hundred Flowers Dazzling

In an instant, a multitude of blades swung forth. Nearly a dozen not-too-deep wounds landed squarely on Manjushaka's neck and back, inflicting even deeper pain. After the swirling flash of blades faded, Bai Lin, seizing the moment before the opponent recovered, took another step forward, leaning sideways to gather strength, and with a fierce horizontal slash, he landed precisely on Manjushaka's neck.

The Manjushage, struck by this blow, finally succumbed to the damage. Her eyes darkened, and she fell to the ground in front of her, powerless to resist. But the evil god was still an evil god, and it was impossible to be defeated so easily. The tentacles of her flower buds immediately pursued Bai Lin. Bai Lin, unwilling to engage in further combat, used the momentum to leap backward, gained distance, and then, with all her might, severing several of the slippery flower buds.

After losing consciousness for a moment, Manjushage opened her eyes and still felt her neck was almost broken, with a burning sensation that caused her extreme pain.

The endless flames had appeared at the tip of the long blade in Bai Lin's hand without her noticing. She continued to hide her double blades, preparing for the next attack.

"You...what have you done to my body again! Even without using the lives of your trash humans, I still have my own ability to recover. What kind of ability is this!"

Bai Lin sighed and shook her head. Perhaps it was because the other party had used too many dirty words and provocations, she responded,

"You are at least an evil god, but you are much uglier than many humans I know. Let me tell you, the only reason I was able to hurt you was entirely thanks to my companion, Fei'er."

"First, the long blade in my hand possesses the property of being untainted. It can absorb any substance it touches in its original state, then transfer it to the short blade in my hand, giving it the corresponding ability. This is why I can easily injure you, because the short blade in my hand now has the same properties as the dark curtain."

"Second, it's the burning sensation you're experiencing right now. This is an ability I possess: a flame that won't extinguish easily once it strikes. Do you think I just showed you that spear etched with dragon flames? Although I don't understand magic and can't transform its magical power into anything else, the Mirror Heart Fei'er left me perfectly carries all of this, forming a magical cycle within me."

The plain narration moved Manjushage slightly. She said,

"Converting magic power directly into your body...? Are you crazy? This will only turn your heart into a source of pain, making every cell in your body ache. Doing this—"

"It hurts, but so what? It's precisely these garbage humans you call people who, for some reason, bear this pain upon themselves, transforming it into the blade of judgment that will annihilate you."

Chapter 448 Beyond the Limit

Bai Lin twirled the long blade in his hand, swinging it with ease as if it were his own arm. The sword techniques taught by Fei'er herself, the twin blades she had personally left behind, the strategies designed by Fei'er herself, and Bai Lin also carried the will she had left behind.

"My teammates are willing to sacrifice their lives to take off the head of a thing like you. What does pain mean to me? This level of pain alone won't affect my fighting ability."

Seeing Bai Lin's expressionless face, yet hearing her calm voice, Manjushaka smiled faintly and suddenly exploded. Tentacles shot up from behind her at the same time, and she opened her arms wide, spreading her claws as wide as a wall.

"At least now I know that only your shorter dagger can hurt me! This is the price you pay for boasting about your own information and despising the evil god as a human!"

A surge of overwhelming power surged towards her. She roared, suppressing the immense pain within her body as she raised her blade high, instantly locking all her attacks on Bai Lin. Suddenly, smoke billowed, and a massive hole thirty meters deep was gouged through the floor. Meanwhile, Bai Lin had quietly appeared, less than three inches to the side of Manjushri Shaka.

She held the dagger in her backhand, but did not point the tip of the blade at the enemy. She simply placed her wrist at the beginning of Manjushage's giant claw, resisting her force, and then softly said,

“It’s called asking hands.”

In traditional martial arts, the "wen shou" (asking for a hand) is a signal before a skill exchange. Two fighters about to engage in a fight would each place their front hands in front of them, pressing against each other. This close contact allows them to sense the opponent's potential for a move, allowing them to engage in simultaneous exchanges.

This move could be considered both a form of etiquette and a means of restraining the opponent. It's no exaggeration to say it's the foundation of martial arts; after all, courtesy and military prowess are integral to martial arts culture. And when Bai Lin used this move at this moment, it was naturally a carefully considered move.

Suddenly, Manjushaka felt a sudden throbbing in her claws, making it difficult for her to exert force immediately. The remaining strength rippled through her body, momentarily wiping out her desire to attack, and Bai Lin's figure vanished once more. Feeling a sharp pain in her side, Manjushaka growled angrily, turned around, and launched a large number of tentacles towards Bai Lin.

This sting was distinctly different from the other attacks, clearly caused by the dagger. If I attacked her now with my superior numbers and strength, she would be unable to resist and would be vulnerable to my attack. If I could only land a single strike on her, with my attack power, she would have no chance of fighting back!

With this thought in mind, Manjushaka, also fighting with her life at stake, unleashed her attack without reservation. Meanwhile, Bai Lin was in mid-air behind Manjushaka. She gracefully leaped up, bringing her short blade back in front of her, arching her back, and locking her rear hand tightly around her shoulder.

The long blade, originally white, revealed an incomparable sharpness as it moved downwards. The already prepared backhand stained every inch of the blade with a pitch-black color.

Bai Lin's words were ultimately misleading and deceptive. If she wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to make this long blade extraordinary. It would simply be a matter of causing Bai Lin a bit more pain.

It was at this time that Manjushage met Bai Lin's eyes for the first time after he picked up the double swords, and as an evil god, she felt a hint of chill from humans.

The crimson eyes, gleaming with fire, were swallowed and corroded by the pitch-black fog. Those infinitely empty, dark eyes, as if sucking in and shattering even the thoughts of others, gave Manjushaka a chill, but what made her heart tremble even more was the long blade that had completely turned black.

Flower Water Moon Body Style: Sword Moon Shattered

With just one thrust from behind, she once again severed several of Manjushaka's tentacles in an instant. However, Bai Lin didn't stop her attack. Her front hand continued to advance, her arched waist exerting force a second time, the sharp edge of the blade piercing straight towards Manjushaka's face.

"Puff!" The sound of the blade piercing flesh was followed by the sound of blood gushing out and Manjushage's incomparably miserable scream. Bai Lin, who had just regained her balance, pulled out her blade with one hand, leaned down, and struck out with her other hand. Then, using inertia to stomp forward, she pushed her strength to its limit, activated the circle once more, and appeared behind Manjushage, holding her two blades horizontally and crossing them in front of her.

Utopia in the Mirror: Final Kaleidoscope

Taking a deep breath, the darkness in Bai Lin's eyes intensified a fraction. Two ordinary, wind-piercing thorns simultaneously pierced Manjushaka's body. One destroyed her heart-like core, while the other swiftly severed her head. Then, five or six more blades shone simultaneously, leaving scars on her body.

From the very beginning, Bai Lin finally realized the greatest advantage of her vampire body. Was it her immortality and invulnerability? That wasn't the case. Against an opponent like Manjushaka, her ability to recover wouldn't give her any advantage. The opponent could also regenerate, and possessed greater speed and strength than her.

Were those eyes, capable of seeing everything in the dark, meant to enhance Bai Lin's dynamic vision? Of course, that wasn't the most important thing. Simply seeing the opponent's movements that surpassed his own speed wouldn't give Bai Lin the upper hand so easily.

The answer is simple: to break through human limits.

After becoming a vampire, Bai Lin, who had mastered the art of vampire cultivation, could easily defeat the body's protective systems. Furthermore, any side effects could be completely neutralized in a fraction of a second through self-recovery. Leveraging this, and the fact that Fei'er's weapon imbued Bai Lin with the same properties, she was able to effortlessly and seamlessly force Manjusaka to this point.

It was precisely because Fei'er was with her that Bai Lin had a chance to win this battle. She gently flicked the blood from her blade, splashing it on the ground.

It's just a limit. No matter how many times, I can surpass it and show you.

Chapter 449 Lin Bai

"Still want to continue fighting, evil god? You should have already understood that as long as I give it my all, you will face endless pain. I can definitely keep this here until the powerful people of Camillan notice and arrive here. If I do that, you will not just die easily. Imprisoning an evil god like you and torturing him for a long time is something that humans today can do."

Bai Lin gently moved his feet and stood in a safe place, then continued to narrate,

"Assuming you're willing to release the part of you that belongs to Fei'er, perhaps we can still discuss this. After all, you're no longer a threat to humans. Even if I have to spare your life, I can still agree. Come on, what's your choice?"

The head rolled to the ground, the body in tatters. Even with Manjushaka's incomparably strong strength, it would probably take some time to regenerate.

The evil god's blood splattered on the ground, adding a deeper sense of strangeness to the already ominous night. The charming appearance of the human form, along with the pride of the Manjushri lily, was completely shredded by Bai Lin.

If only she could have struck Bai Lin once more, the outcome wouldn't be like this... Manjushaka held onto this thought, her head still maintaining a ferocious expression as it fell to the ground. However, the sharp edge of Bai Lin's blade probably wouldn't leave her any room for resistance.

-

Under the same night sky, another person's clear blue eyes also reflected the sky, which was once again decorated with the bright white moon. Seeing that the demon moon had faded, these pupils revealed a deeper sense of powerlessness.

The owner of these eyes was already in a state of immense misery. With only his upper body remaining, even one arm missing, he lay quietly amidst a bloody heap of mangled flesh. From his still-handsome features and the attire he wore, it was still possible to discern his identity.

Nowen, once the most cowardly member of Bai Lin's team, was an excellent priest. But now, he had exhausted his last bit of strength and lay peacefully in this sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He tried his best to turn these corpses into small pieces without attack capabilities. In this most perfect battle of his life, his extreme strength just happened to eliminate these waves of invading madmen.

I did it…I’ve done it to protect them.

The stench of decay and blood in the air had already rushed into the pastor's nostrils and filled his brain. His vision was already blurred, and his senses were completely messed up, but his limited vision was also able to see the bright moon that had once again become clear.

The moon...is so beautiful.

Despite the excruciating pain in his body, and the brink of madness, Nowen's mindset remained remarkably calm. Having accomplished everything, he felt a sense of relief, a sense that nothing mattered anymore.

For the first time in his life, Norman made a move he had no regrets about. Even at the cost of his life, he felt a sense of complete relief. This was also the closest he had ever been to a godlike state of mind.

Despite his physical suffering, he still felt as if he were being embraced by a warm light. He could even hear the distant ringing of bells and the recitation of scriptures in the church. In a trance, Nowen seemed to see a vague golden figure appear before his eyes.

"You succeeded, Nowen. But... your life will end here too. Was it worth it?"

The young nun, with the warm glow of dusk as her outer garment and the shimmer of dawn as her hair, stood beside Nowen and slowly crouched down. She was like the beautiful, dim sunset glow in the sky, gently enveloping Nowen.

Her voice was as warm as a silver bell, gentle yet tinged with concern, just like when Nowen first met her. Sister Feilin, with her usual smile, lit the last light of life for Nowen, who was trapped in darkness.

"It's worth it... I have... no regrets."

Norman's voice was broken and weak, but he replied with unwavering confidence. Seeing the nun he had admired and pursued his entire life approach him, he felt a sense of pride that made him stand tall and proud.

The rebellious little boy back then has now caught up with you, Feilin. He seemed to be saying this.

"I'm glad you don't regret it. It's just a pity that he died at such a young age."

Looking at Feilin's face that seemed to have a bit of a smirk, Nowen even shook his head helplessly, and then replied,

"Ambition transcends age, and... perhaps when I heard the news of your death, I had already set this scene in my mind."

A brief silence filled the two of them. Sacrifice wasn't always something worth pursuing, but giving up one's life for a lifelong ideal was truly worth the price of life. And for these two priests and nuns, this ideal was perhaps something worthy of admiration from all.

The surrounding light gradually occupied more of Nowen's sight. Feilin smiled and slowly took Nowen's hand, then replied,

"You've done well, Nowen. Now, it's time for you to rest. Come, give me your hand. The suffering is over."

"Ah."

Nowen closed his eyes and sank into the peaceful warm sun above this filthy land. Someone once said that before death, people would review the scenes they had experienced in their lives, which is commonly known as the revolving lantern.

But Nowen, lost in thought, felt as if he were back in the monastery's backyard under the setting sun. But this time, with his more mature arms, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Feilin. Under the golden afterglow, he and Feilin clasped their hands together, meeting her still gentle gaze.

His peaceful expression spoke of endless tranquility. Even though his body was already broken, he possessed the ultimate tranquility.

The golden mist, emitting light, slowly dissipated, drifting into a straight line of mist, slowly fading towards the horizon. Perhaps it was the soul of a saint hanging high in the sky. Next to the bright moon, two exceptionally outstanding stars appeared.

Farewell, everyone in the monastery. This is all I can do. The rest is up to you... Captain.

Chapter 450 Between

"What a joke! How could I possibly... bow down to you humans!"