A Concordant Holy String? I'll Down It in One Go! (Continued)

I really didn't know how to refuse.

Amber led Zhao Bai to the armory where the Divine Key weapons were stored. The defenses were extremely tight, but Zhao Bai passed one authentication after another without hindrance, all the way to a place Amber lacked the authority to enter.

Zhao Bai chose Feather of Dust.

As if it were fated, his gaze swept over the soft feathers, and the brooch-like hair ornament emitted a crimson glow.

A Divine Key.

Weapons like these seemed to possess souls of their own. In different hands, they took on the form best suited to their wielder. In Fu Hua's hands, Feather of Dust was a hair ornament; in Zhao Bai's, it was an unadorned pendant.

"Could it be that you intend to...?"

Thinking of this weapon's abilities, Amber clicked her tongue slightly.

"Don't ask."

Zhao Bai's answer was somewhat brusque. He stroked the greatsword on his back, then touched the Feather of Dust at his chest.

"Take me to Otto."

It was an enormous black room.

The seamless chamber was made of cobalt metal, isolating all electrical signals and preventing even sound from passing through. Ordinary people would find it hard to endure such loneliness, but Bishop Otto was certainly no ordinary person. Zhao Bai stared at the fingerprint lock by the door. Amber had said that only Otto's palm print could open it, and a sudden impulse rose within him—to simply disregard everything and lock Lord Otto in this black room until the end of time.

Hmm... better not.

Otto was not the kind of person who left himself without a backup plan. This little thought of his was surely within Otto's expectations as well.

With that in mind, Zhao Bai placed his hand on the scanner, coughed a few times, and shouted