On the other side.
Silas had already entered the cathedral.
It was very strange.
The guards on the first floor were relatively tight, but there was no movement on the second floor.
There was no one in any room.
"Didn't I tell you to wait outside?"
He ran into Anna, who had also infiltrated.
"I don't have the habit of letting women rush to the front."
"..."
Miss Anna was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "I know, you probably also have a big grudge against the Church and lost family members or something. But you are the only male... you..."
Click.
Footsteps were heard.
Miss Anna stopped talking, staring at the end of the corridor as if facing a formidable enemy.
"..."
Silas also noticed.
This Acting Pope bastard wasn't sleeping at night and went to the rooftop instead.
Red, wide Daoist robe. On the shoulder, there was another symbol resembling a daisy.
"Run."
Miss Anna stood in front of Silas, gritting her teeth. Seeing the man clearly, her anger almost spewed out tangibly.
"..."
"I was wondering why it was a bit noisy. Turns out two little mice sneaked in?"
The Acting Pope looked calmly at Silas and Miss Anna.
"One is... a defective product that escaped before."
"The other."
He frowned, sensing a peculiar scent from Silas. Like having been blessed, but completely different from the blessings he knew... and mixed with the fragrance of slime?
This feeling.
Entangled together.
A lowly sex slave? The man in front of him had slept with an existence possessing pure slime? There could only be one possessing this fragrance.
"It was you who killed my subordinates. And took away my slime?"
The Acting Pope's face turned gloomy.
"What yours? Miss Slime is mine now."
"?"
"Wait!"
Anna wanted to dissuade him, but Silas didn't care about that. Whether it's a mule or a horse, fight first and talk later. He raised his enchanted tentacle and rushed straight over.
"..."
Before long.
Miss Anna realized the reality was far from what she thought.
The candidate Pope who could smash the church wall with his bare hands, and Silas who could easily leave a large pit in the stone floor by waving his tentacle.
Completely beyond the scope of humans.
How powerful could the explosives tied to her waist be?
Bang!
Perhaps not even as strong as a casual swing of Silas's tentacle. Yet that force was blocked by the Acting Pope.
One of the cruelest things in the world... was probably knowing the enemy was right in front of you, yet feeling fear and helplessness.
"..."
Miss Anna gritted her teeth, took off the explosives from her waist, and ran upstairs.
She felt there was still a way.
Silas didn't care where Miss Anna went.
He was focused on fighting the Acting Pope. Used every trick he had.
[You have used Skill * Hypnosis Expert]
[Due to the target's mental strength and comprehensive stats exceeding yours several times, the effect is minimal]
Although the effect was weak.
But Silas seized the opening and landed a solid blow on the Acting Pope's head.
A blow powerful enough to smash a large pit in a stone slab.
On him, it only dented his forehead slightly.
"Very good, haven't been injured for a long time."
The Acting Pope touched the blood spilling from his forehead. He was somewhat tired, but the look in his eyes watching Silas was no longer just a simple desire to kill.
He saw the tentacle.
That was also a certain product beyond his cognition, extremely pure. Something even those big shots couldn't create.
"Where... did you come from?"
The Acting Pope always had a guess. The entire continent and even wider places were farms where people were kept in captivity.
Otherwise, it was hard to explain where the blessings given by the big shots came from.
Just like Silas, using power completely unbecoming of an ordinary person, also different from the blessings given by those big shot factions.
He felt excited.
There must be a new world outside, and the big shots weren't a monolithic block either; there were different factions too. As long as he killed Silas and obtained the secret of his tentacle, not just the slime. He would know more. More likely to go to a place where he could truly live as a human.
"What where did I come from?"
Silas had no time to chat with him.
He couldn't fight a protracted battle. Using all skills together consumed too fast.
[Intel: His heart is the weakness.]
Although knowing where the weakness was, the Acting Pope clearly saw through Silas's intention. The little time brought by hypnosis wasn't enough for Silas to retreat unscathed after piercing.
"..."
Then he could only trade injury for injury.
"Your tentacle is interesting; seems it can also mind control... even I get slightly affected. It's normal for the Nightmare Bishop blessed under me to lose to you."
"?"
Something was wrong.
Squelch.
Why did this guy start self-harming? Digging out bloody flesh from his ribs.
"I need your tentacle. The rest is useless."
"May the Lord have mercy, send down Holy Light to dispel evil..."
Visibly, the flesh held in the Acting Pope's hands was burning. But what appeared wasn't firelight, but a pure whiteness.
Grass.
Sacrificing human flesh for Holy Light? Exorcism?
Boom!
The ceiling shook.
It seemed Miss Anna used explosives upstairs, blasting through the floor. The moment rocks fell towards the Acting Pope, Silas also rushed over immediately.
"..."
However, the tentacle only approached the white light. There was an intense burning pain. Silas's body was even tainted with erosion.
Damn.
Explode with him.
Silas gathered his strength, regardless of what would happen to his body, forcibly stabbing towards the Acting Pope's chest.
"..."
Useless.
In the interval of his body contacting the Acting Pope, his fingers had been eroded to mere white bones.
"I rarely use this kind of thing. However... getting your tentacle is worth it. The slime should be with you too?"
"Hehe. Pathetic, looks like you are more appreciated by the big shots than me, yet still unable to gain insight into farther places."
"..."
What gibberish was he saying?
[You failed to resist the Acting Pope's Holy Light, you died. Miss Anna rushed out after your death and died together.]
[This simulation has ended]
[...]
Silas really wanted to ask.
Can this trash game be played or not?
If you say make a boss with off-the-charts combat power, reading saves a few times to solve it is acceptable.
What is Holy Light?
This, he is obviously a Warlock already. Equivalent to him still holding a stick while others already hold guns.
[You chose to Load Save]
Silas felt there was only one way, interrupt his casting in advance.
"May the Lord have mercy, send down Holy Light to dispel evil..."
"..."
What!
No Holy Light came out yet, just reciting the prayer, touching him would also cause burning pain?
[You died]
[You chose to Load Save]
"..."
"Hehe, you seem to have misunderstood. Prayer... just makes me look more like the puppet the big shots expect."
Giving up the heart, hitting his mouth was useless too.
No prayer needed.
That was his own ability. Even flesh and blood didn't need to be held in the palm specially; he could sacrifice wherever he wanted.
[You died]
[You chose to Load Save]
"Run!"
This time, seeing the Acting Pope appear from the end of the corridor.
Silas didn't hesitate to drag Miss Anna by the arm and run out.
If this dragged on, it would become a dead save. Can't restart the simulation from scratch.
"..."
Unfortunately.
The Acting Pope's speed wasn't slow either.
Being a Warlock, his physical attack means weren't much inferior to Silas. No wonder this pretender came down with his hands in his pockets, unarmed.
Running outside, Silas discovered a severe matter.
"May the Lord have mercy, send down Holy Light to dispel evil..."
"..."
There were Knights Templar outside.
The Acting Pope didn't need to sacrifice his own flesh anymore, directly evaporating the flesh of several knights close to him. Leaving only bloody armor in place.
Really screwed.
Really have to re-simulate?
Silas watched helplessly as the Holy Light in the Acting Pope's palm covered wider and wider. Couldn't think of any way to be immune or gamble. The opponent didn't give a chance to gamble at all.
"Not allowed, to bully Silas."
"..."
Silas was already thinking about what to do after dying. But suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Mmh? Slime?"
The Acting Pope was stunned, stopping the Holy Light. Silas's tentacle could be taken off after killing Silas; didn't need a complete one.
But slime was slime, all of it. If Holy Light was used, nothing would remain.
"..."
Silas's eyes were blurred by the burning pain, but he could vaguely see Miss Slime still carrying a chicken in her hand. The part storing slime in her body poured out completely.
Undoubtedly.
Miss Slime lost control.
"Damn it... quickly get ice!"
"..."
Clearly, the Acting Pope didn't expect Miss Slime to suddenly come out with a big move. The entire cathedral was covered by slime.
But strangely, it didn't hurt any ally. At least Silas was unscathed.
"..."
The Acting Pope was still alive. But his body was tightly bound by slime, bones and internal organs deformed.
He still sacrificed Holy Light in the end. But there was too much slime, or rather Miss Slime's power after losing control became quite terrifying. He wasn't infinitely usable either.
"...You, think this kind of power, is normal?"
The Acting Pope's legs were eventually broken by the slime, revealing bloody white bones.
But he wasn't afraid, just observing the surroundings that had all turned into slime. Spreading further and further.
"..."
Silas took a step forward, seeing the chicken on the ground also dead because of the slime. White. And scattered sweet potatoes.
Actually, he never felt Miss Slime was weak.
Maybe the upper limit was very high, but if not used well... it would become like this, a one-time terrifying power.
"We are all quite pathetic. Manipulated by big shots... never having the chance to spy on the truth of the world."
"But you are quite lucky..."
"The compatibility between the slime and you is very good, hehe... after losing control, without any processing, it will naturally crawl on you. Becoming your power. Try it, maybe... you can succeed."
"..."
Indeed.
After Miss Slime was gone, her slime was like instinct, filling Silas's body. Silas felt the current him fighting the Acting Pope in front of him wouldn't fear a protracted battle anymore. Nor worry about erosion; slime could block it, everywhere, inexhaustible.
"You think looking down from above, examining the world you are in, treating Miss Slime as some necessary tool... is very transcendent?"
"Hehe, I can smell it, you slept with her. If because of this you have feelings for the slime... pitiful. Reaching this stage, yet thinking remains at the lowest level."
"..."
Silas inserted his fingers into the Acting Pope's eyes.
Then personally dug out his heart.
The slime attached to Silas seemed to sense he wanted to kill the Acting Pope, gathering frantically... tearing the Acting Pope's already tattered flesh even more bloodily.
How obedient Miss Slime usually was, how she served... in more intervals, Silas would think because the slime had no one else. She didn't understand profound feelings either.
Even how to eat was taught by Silas.
But in the final analysis, is it necessary to understand so-called profound feelings? Not necessarily truly profound either. She was just very simple, remembering the fries he casually mentioned for a long time. Probably realized she couldn't make what he said no matter what, so she chose sweet potatoes.
Coming to find him had no special reason either, just wanted to help, wanted to see him.
[You inherited all of Miss Slime's abilities. She died because of this.]
[You killed the Acting Pope. In the eyes of the surviving slime companions... you became irritable. Without any consideration, just treating them as sex dolls, lost in it.]
[Years later]
[You have forgotten the identity of a player, but because slime always existed in your body, you didn't forget Miss Slime. You bid farewell to the slime companions, chose to live in seclusion, built two graves. Occasionally you would control the slime to turn into the shape of papaya breasts to use. Finally, you died of old age alone.]
[This simulation has ended]
[You can choose to Load Save to before the current plot, or Re-simulate]
[...]
In the side room of the stable.
Silas looked at Rose lying on her side next to him. Then stared at the mottled ceiling.
What to do?
Miss Slime was indeed strong, but she would die if she acted...
"..."
Silas extended his right hand for no reason; semi-transparent tentacles came out smoothly.
He suddenly thought of something.
When Miss Slime attached to his body at the end, it actually took a long time for his internal body to coexist with the slime. But the tentacles seemed to suck a lot of slime stored inside from the very beginning.
Don't need Miss Slime to explode.
Just use the tentacles to treat her body as a tool for extracting slime. Even if Holy Light can burn his body, with tentacles blocking in front, that guy can't one-shot him.
Not one-shotted, there is a chance to pierce his heart in one blow.
Fuck!
Papayas are papayas, not papaya breasts made of slime.