"That was close. That rakshasa almost succeeded..."
Black Whale swept to Matilda's side and spoke with a sigh of relief.
Even as he spoke, his gaze remained vigilantly fixed on the distance, as though guarding against another attack from Li Luo or Eternal Night.
The doubts in Matilda's heart deepened, and she grew increasingly suspicious of her earlier judgment.
Once doubt took hold, her thoughts fell into disarray.
And once her thoughts were in disarray, her reactions slowed as well.
So when Black Whale suddenly thrust out his sword, plunging it into her chest, Matilda did not even realize what had happened.
The only thing she felt was searing pain!
"You..."
Matilda's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, her face filled with disbelief.
The eight tentacles beneath her spasmed, trying to force Black Whale away.
But in the end, they could only cling limply to him, like a loose heap of seaweed.
"That was close. If that rakshasa Li Luo had killed you, it would have been much harder for me to become a god..."
Having shed his disguise, Black Whale finally curled his lips into a smile. Staring into Matilda's bewildered eyes, he chuckled sinisterly.
"I meticulously planned everything and cultivated you to your current height for the sole purpose of helping me ascend to godhood."
"You can only die by my hand, my dear Matilda."
Matilda's already constricted pupils shrank even further in shock.
She suddenly noticed a detail she had overlooked from the very beginning.
All of Earth's allied forces were, to varying degrees, shrouded in a golden radiance bestowed by the authority of "Luck."
Yet Black Whale did not have a trace of golden light on him.
Alisa, fate's God's Chosen One, had long since given them a hint in secret, but Matilda had carelessly overlooked