Chapter 379
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
Chapter 379: The Yellow-Clothed Bishop, an Outstanding Employee
The sword witches left their dormitory after confirming an attack by cult followers of the evil god.
There was no need to fear the influence of each other’s presence, so their next move was simple: one-sided suppression.
The followers of the evil god weren’t as strong as the shrine in solo combat, and the sword witches fought differently when they teamed up.
Having been rivals for so long, they quickly located the stronghold of the evil god’s followers in less than ten minutes.
Upon discovery, many followers died immediately, with about seventy percent of the ritual site destroyed, while thirty percent barely survived.
This was the cost of summoning the evil god’s gaze: sacrificing part of one’s soul or life.
A failed ritual had even harsher consequences—over half of the participants died.
At this point, they had made significant progress, but the job wasn’t finished.
The hidden followers had yet to be found. Only the abandoned ones remained. Where were the high-ranking missionaries, the real masterminds behind this?
The followers of the evil god typically operate in nests, similar to companies, with high-ranking missionaries acting as assistant managers who interpret divine oracles and assign complex tasks.
Attracting the attention of the evil god requires more than just being a regular assistant manager. These figures were likely the general managers, overseeing operations in various regions.
Such figures could even mobilize the power of the Shogunate. Clearly, they were not insignificant.
From Nishino Junko’s attempt to steal the blood of the evil god, it became clear that not all followers were fanatical.
Fanatics were often foolish, but intelligent people maintained a cooperative relationship with the evil god.
Missionaries at Far East University sought revenge by harnessing the evil god’s power, while the priest in the holy church sought to strengthen himself by obtaining the god’s mysterious power.
The higher the position, the greater the dependence on the evil god—but that didn’t mean full devotion. It made things hard to distinguish.
The infiltration and erosion of Goryeo Island on Yingzhou wasn’t as simple as it seemed. There had to be high-ranking individuals who had either willingly or unknowingly come into contact with the evil god.
After all, mystery was sweet and tempting. Who would willingly live an ordinary life forever?
No one wanted to be ordinary. The mysterious gifts of the evil god were the easiest to obtain.
Ordinary people struggled their entire lives, chasing wealth, power, and a longer, better life.
But someone with mysterious powers could leap to the top in an instant, crossing social classes and even the boundaries of life itself.
Thus, it wasn’t hard to make people fall; one temptation was enough.
However, these individuals were often clever and cautious. They wouldn’t easily reveal themselves unless they felt they were one step away from victory.
“Someone has broken in.” A sword witch entered from the corridor, interrupting the ongoing discussion.
At that moment, Yoshine Ise was tightly clutching her blanket, refusing to let go, lest the girl beside her tear at her clothes.
The other girls claimed it was to help Yoshine wipe the sweat off her back.
In reality, they were more curious about her cup size, leading to a pointless argument that had lasted ten minutes.
Bai Wei, who had been lying on the sofa like a corpse, disengaged from his senses, suddenly sat up at the mention of the break-in.
The girls startled him as one, not realizing his state, used a knee pillow to nudge him.
“Weapon…” Bai Wei murmured.
The sword witches instinctively reached for their weapons, always prepared despite their playful demeanor, as they were well-trained warriors.
Bai Wei walked toward the door and calmly announced, “If you have the guts to break in, feel free to meet me.”
There were only six sword witches left. Besides Yoshine Ise, who lacked combat ability, Igarashi had changed into sports attire and left with her sword.
Since arriving at Yingzhou, Bai Wei had rekindled the feelings of his former self.
When he was a mentor, after the team had been formed, his role had been to control the battles, only intervening when necessary.
It was similar when he was emperor: he rarely fought personally, instead delegating responsibilities to his subordinates.
Bai Wei stood in the third-floor corridor, gazing at the green area in front of the Sword Witch apartment building. Shadows appeared below.
A flying shadow caught his attention. He tilted his head and dodged the flying object aimed at his neck, using his thumb and index finger to catch the flying bone spike, breaking it with his bare hands.
“There are three below,” Igarashi Shimizu reported, stepping onto the railing.
“Not just three. There are four,” a Sword Witch adjusted her glasses and added. “One is hiding in the tree.”
“There’s also one underground,” noted the girl with twin ponytails.
Bai Wei threw his Crouching Tiger Sword, the blade piercing the ground. A small mound of earth emerged briefly before collapsing.
The Sword Witches exchanged glances and split into teams, each heading toward a target.
Unlike the others, Bai Wei took the stairs to the ground and retrieved his Crouching Tiger Sword.
“Come out. I see you.”
With that, Bai Wei swung the sword through the air, summoning a tiger’s roar.
People could hide, but their blood could not.
A hidden figure emerged and raised their hand to shatter the sharp sword aura.
[Bishop in Yellow Robes]
[Overall Level: 52]
A level fifty opponent. No wonder they could hide so well. They could already sense space.
In the magician system of Europa, level fifty was a watershed, known as the “Holy Domain.”
Bai Wei looked at the name above the figure’s head. This was no doubt a trusted and capable warrior under the evil god, but he couldn’t quite understand.
“Make your subordinates distract the Sword Witches and sneak in alone… do you really intend to take my life like this?”
“Your name is written in the Gospel.”
“The Gospel?” Bai Wei had only heard of the Gospel of the Sacred Religion, a timeless scripture that spread the teachings of the gods.
The bishop in yellow robes didn’t explain further, instead speaking in a low voice, “I never expected that you didn’t die. By the gaze of our god, a person’s soul can be corrupted in a short moment. So why didn’t you die?”
His tone was filled with disbelief, as if Bai Wei’s survival were an insult.
“So, you came in person?” Bai Wei asked.
“I had to come personally! I couldn’t risk losing the Gospel or the favor of the gods.”
The bishop’s anger and frustration were palpable. As a high-ranking follower of the evil god, he had transcended the level of an ordinary believer and had become an earthly representative of the evil god. His exposure meant inevitable targeting.
Yingzhou was shallow, full of weaklings. There could be foreign institutions hiding here, and his twenty years of hard work infiltrating this island were nearly destroyed by this operation.
His heart bled, but he could do nothing. The prophecy had declared it so. The Gospel had engraved a death command: if he failed, everything would be taken back from him by the evil god. It was a do-or-die mission.
A poor worker struggling.
The Bishop of Yellow Robes couldn’t comprehend why Bai Wei had survived despite all his efforts. He had even drawn the attention of the evil god, yet here Bai Wei was, still alive.
Out of frustration, he had to personally intervene, leaving no escape route for himself. No wonder he was furious.
“Once I kill you, everything will go back on track,” the bishop growled.
“Before I die, can you tell me one thing? Why were you targeting me?” Bai Wei asked casually.
The bishop fell silent for a moment and, surprisingly, answered.
“Fine, consider it a parting gift. I’ll tell you.”
“Hmm?” Bai Wei didn’t expect an answer and thought the bishop was simply trying to mock him.
“Because that’s what it says in the Gospel.”
“And the reason?”
“I don’t know!”
The bishop’s voice was filled with both anger and frustration. He didn’t know why Bai Wei had made it onto the evil god’s hit list, but he was willing to sacrifice everything, even his twenty years of work on Yingzhou Island, just to eliminate him.
The evil god may hold grudges, but it wasn’t foolish. Rebuilding such a foundation would be incredibly difficult.
The bishop’s years of effort, his life, and his achievements were slipping away, and all he wanted now was to tear Bai Wei apart as quickly as possible.
The space twisted as his rage swelled, and invisible arms surged toward Bai Wei, tearing deep gorges into the ground.
Bai Wei responded with equal fury.
“Why are you shouting so loudly?”
“If you’re not satisfied, go find the evil god then,” Bai Wei retorted.
“Damn lunatic!”
With his eyes glowing golden, Bai Wei took a step forward.
The ripples in space were smoothed out by his Golden Power, shattering the bishop’s invisible attack.
A phantom giant appeared in front of the Sword Witch tower as the emperor’s fingers descended:
One clap. One shake. One press.
The bishop’s health bar dropped to zero instantly, and he was crushed into a flat piece of paper, disappearing from existence.
Bai Wei sighed deeply as the brilliance of his ability faded.
He realized that he couldn’t go back anymore. He was destined for a path of invincible, instant killings. He could never return to the past, where he relied on wit, skill combinations, and attribute advantages to deal damage.
The Golden Power employee was incredibly useful, but the newly appointed Crouching Tiger Sword still had much to learn.
It had a high cost, and Bai Wei felt a wave of dizziness and pain stab into his brain.
[The event has ended]
[Obtained: Bishop’s Gospel, True Blood of the Dark God, Knowledge of the Madman]
The event was over, the danger alarm lifted.
Before he closed his eyes, Bai Wei faintly saw a worried figure approaching from upstairs. It was Yoshine Ise.
Wait… she could walk? The green light on her body was… a healing spell?
Looking at her, Bai Wei realized she might have seen everything. But before he could speak, the power went out.
His last thought was:
Oh no, I hope I didn’t expose myself…
