Death-Speech Disassembly

Isolde casually twirled her fingertips and stuffed the cluster of Sin Souls into her inventory without ceremony.

Then a new system prompt appeared before her.

[High-level spell structure residue detected on deceased target.]

[Target's final skill before death detected: Divine Punishment Domain]

[Available skill: Death-Speech Disassembly]

Isolde paused slightly.

She looked down at the Silver Robe Inquisitor's corpse, then checked her mana.

[Current Mana: 10/140]

That battle had really exhausted her.

The corner of Isolde's lips twitched as she raised a hand and pressed it against the corpse.

[Consume 50% of current mana to use the skill "Death-Speech Disassembly"?]

"Yes."

[Mana deducted successfully.]

[Current Mana: 5/140]

The next moment, the Soul Threads beneath her palm burrowed into the corpse.

The lingering Sanctity within the Silver Robe Inquisitor was forcibly dragged out, trembling violently in the air.

They instinctively rejected Isolde, but she did not even furrow her brow. She merely tightened the Soul Threads further.

"You couldn't judge me when you were alive. Now that you're dead, you still want to put on airs?"

The Soul Threads suddenly twisted, wrenching the lingering spell structure from the corpse and condensing it into a cluster of radiance in midair.

[Death-Speech Disassembly successful.]

[Obtained basic skill: Suppression]

[Skill Type: Suppression / Control]

[Skill Description: Releases the user's killing intent or factional intimidation, applying a suppressive effect to targets with lower Strength attributes.]

[Skill Effect: Suppressed targets will suffer negative effects such as slowed movement, restricted breathing, and interrupted skill casting. The greater the gap in Strength between both sides, the stronger the suppression effect.]

[Restriction: If the target's Strength attribute exceeds the user's, the Suppression effect will be greatly weakened and may even provoke the target.]

Isolde stared expressionlessly at the skill description, then glanced at her own status panel.

[Current Strength: 18]

The corner of Isolde's mouth twitched.

Who could she intimidate? Floor tiles?

Then she recalled the battle just now.

When the Silver Robe Inquisitor had unleashed [Divine Punishment Domain], that Suppression had nearly driven her straight into the ground.

An ordinary person would probably have been forced to their knees long ago.

But she was a witch. She had endured it through sheer willpower.

It seemed the experiences of her previous life had forged her will into steel.

If her personal attributes included "Mental Strength," she would probably rank among the very highest. At the very least, it would start in the triple digits.

Isolde drew back her wandering thoughts and turned her attention to the skill again.

The skill itself was not bad, but it was still rather useless in her hands.

After [Divine Punishment Domain] had its outer Holy Court imprint stripped away by [Death-Speech Disassembly], only its most basic suppression framework remained.

It was of limited use to her for now, but it suited Lia perfectly.

Lia's strength was far more dependable than hers.

Once they returned to Crowcandle Castle, she could give this skill to Lia. Low-level intruders would probably go weak in the knees from a single look the moment they entered.

That thought made Isolde feel a little more balanced.

[Learn basic skill: Suppression?]

"No."

[Convert this skill into a skill scroll?]

"Convert it."

Part of the lingering radiance in the air separated, then became entangled in Soul Threads and gradually compressed into a skill scroll.

Isolde casually put the scroll into her inventory and continued dismantling the remaining death speech.

[Obtained: Sanctity Fragment ×16]

[Obtained: Radiance-Attribute Fragment ×21]

[Hint: Sanctity Fragments can be used to strengthen the host's resistance to Sanctity damage.]

[Hint: Light-Attribute Fragments can be used to enhance light-based skills while disguised.]

Isolde felt quite pleased as she looked at the string of rewards.

She put all the fragments into her inventory, intending to slowly rebuild her own system after returning to Crowcandle Castle.

When she disguised herself as a "freelance mage" in the future, the Sanctity fluctuations on her body would at least be enough to fool most people.

Once the last wisp of Holy Radiance had been completely dismantled, the Silver Robe's corpse finally turned to ash.

Then, a delicate ring suddenly slipped from his weathering finger. With a crisp clang, it rolled several times across the floor tiles before barely stopping beside Isolde's boot.

The ring was an antique dark silver, its surface engraved with extremely intricate spatial magic array patterns.

A small, smooth pale-blue gemstone sat at its center, with fluorescent light slowly flowing inside it.

[Item: Radiance Ring]

[Quality: Advanced (Growth / Storage)]

[Description:

1. Contains a vast independent storage space capable of holding any nonliving item. The ring is inscribed with low-level Holy Court purification patterns. Items stored within will undergo continuous purification, greatly slowing the decay of contaminated and corrupted materials.

2. The wearer receives a substantial passive bonus to "Light Attributes."]

[Hint: The original owner is dead. Binding authorization has been forcibly removed.]

Isolde extended the hand that could still move and bent down to pick up the ring.

Her current condition was far from good.

Half her shoulder had been blown open by the Holy Light spear.

After the battle ended, she had pulled out a [Low-Level Healing Potion] from her inventory and downed it. But against the lingering effects of an advanced Inquisitor's ultimate move, such a basic consumable was severely limited.

At most, it stopped the bleeding and kept her from passing out from the pain on the spot.

But after seeing the ring's attributes, Isolde suddenly felt that her shoulder did not hurt quite so much anymore.

She had been worried that after leaving the Castle, carrying so many materials as an Evil Affinity BOSS would leave them vulnerable to erosion and deterioration—or even contaminate her in return.

This ring came with its own storage space, could slow material decay, and even boosted Light Attributes.

Without hesitation, Isolde put the dark silver ring on her index finger.

The sapphire glimmered faintly. The complex spatial patterns flashed beneath her fingertip and vanished, bringing a faint warmth.

The ring fit her finger perfectly, without the slightest awkwardness.

With a thought, the space inside the ring unfolded in her mind.

It was several times more spacious than she had imagined.

It even contained the Silver Robe Inquisitor's private stash.

[Special Item: Holy Light Codex · Apocryphal Copy]

[Description: A forbidden copy studied in secret.]

[Special Item: Holy Court Token ×1]

[Description: A symbol of status for a Holy Court Silver Robe Inquisitor. Can command some Holy Court believers and convey secret orders.]

[Item: Holy White City Specialty Mana Crystal ×50]

[Effect: Holy White City hard currency. Mana crystals contain pure light mana.]

Isolde gave the contents a cursory glance, a smile curling across her lips.

"Taking half an ultimate attack head-on was worth it after all."

She had fulfilled the Unicorn clan's final wish, avoided being forced to sacrifice her soul, killed a high-ranking Holy Court Inquisitor, and even obtained a space ring that was nearly impossible to find on the market.

By the end of it, not only had she not lost anything—she had made a fortune.

Just as Isolde was preparing to leave, the Moon-Crown Lock lying on the ground caught her attention.

The crystal that had once flowed with silvery-white radiance was rapidly shrinking, its surface already cracked into a web-like pattern.

Isolde bent down and picked it up. It fit perfectly in her palm.

[Obtained item: Moon-Crown Lock (Legendary)]

[Status: Severely Damaged]

[Description: A high-level holy artifact once used to seal hatred and darkness. Its core crystal has cracked, and much of its sealing power has been lost.]

[Current Effect: Unknown]

Isolde held the Moon-Crown Lock in her palm, feeling the lingering cold Sanctity within it.

Even damaged, this had once been a holy artifact the Holy Court used to suppress countless grudges.

In her hands, it was top-tier loot.

Isolde put away the Moon-Crown Lock. Only after confirming that there was nothing else valuable in the secret chamber did she begin climbing the stone stairs that extended upward through the shattered ceiling.

In the distance, she could vaguely hear the desperate prayers of dying clergy.

When her boots stepped onto the ground level of Grey Dove Monastery, the scene before her could only be described as hell on earth.

The once solemn and holy courtyard had been torn to pieces by rampaging black-red resentment.

The massive defensive barrier had shattered like a mirror, scattering into countless motes of light.

The monks and nuns who usually spoke endlessly of mercy were fleeing in panic.

Some had fallen to the ground and lacked even the strength to crawl back up, able only to huddle in corners and tremble.

The entire monastery had been completely paralyzed.

Isolde thought Luo Jiuge had probably already left with Hewen and Aiven.

That Holy Swordsman might have been inexplicably naive, but when it came time to run, his speed and combat ability should not have been lacking.

Besides, Hewen was with her.

That witch hunter was sharp. He would never be foolish enough to remain in this damned place and be buried with it.