They all call me Great Master-Chapter 670 - 667 Blood Gladiator!

Catherine's emerald eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Once confirming that the "Oriental" had docked in Xilongde, the Saintess of the Pain Church immediately chose this place as her group's stopover. In making such a decision, she had already sent out scout cavalry to inspect the area—with the advent of gunpowder, creating traps had become easier and more deadly. With enough gunpowder, even a fully armed cavalry could be annihilated at any moment.

Catherine certainly didn't want her "Calamity Cavalry" to suffer incomprehensible losses.

Thus, the Saintess of the Pain Church was extremely cautious and expressly instructed her subordinates.

But!

What the Saintess of the Pain Church did not expect was that the explosion did not come from around them, but from…

Freeman himself!

Yes, the explosion had originated from within Freeman's body.

And it was not just the explosion; the marbles were also shot out from within Freeman's body.

Did this guy have a death wish?

This question arose in Catherine's mind.

Certainly, Freeman wanted to live!

But Freeman knew what he was after, and he was ready to risk his life for it!

So, he obtained explosives from Amiel.

Not gunpowder.

But liquid explosives from the Talin Faction.

As for the marbles?

Freeman had prepared them in advance.

He had swallowed the liquid explosives that would explode upon contact with stomach acid, along with the test tubes into his stomach, followed by hundreds of marbles.

Next, he provoked the 'Calamity Cavalry' and waited for the cavalry to charge.

Then, he punched himself in the abdomen, shattering the test tubes filled with liquid explosives.

The explosion occurred.

Freeman lost most of his body.

The remaining body was also in tatters.

While hidden behind a large tree, Amiel who had buried himself in the ground emerged.

Two potent poison potions were thrown directly—

Pop! Pop!

Two crisp sounds, and after the poison potions hit the ground, they formed a toxic smoke.

Immediately, the smoke enveloped the 'Calamity Cavalry,' which had already lost a dozen riders.

Seizing the moment, Amiel grabbed Freeman, who was barely alive, and started pouring a healing potion into his mouth as they ran away.

Feeling the liquid medicine at his lips, Freeman's corners of the mouth immediately lifted in response.

He knew Amiel wouldn't let him down.

Although Amiel was unreliable most of the time, he was absolutely dependable at critical moments.

The potion from the Talin Faction rapidly healed Freeman's grievously wounded body, and an eyeball squeezed out from the depths of the eye socket, quickly bringing blurry vision into focus.

Clear enough to see a rider breaking through the poison fog blockage, charging at them.

It was Catherine!

The Saintess of the Pain Church, her emerald eyes brimming with tangible hatred.

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She intended to capture these two bastards who had almost destroyed her 'Calamity Cavalry'.

She intended to make these two bastards experience pain.

The hatred was like a thorn in their sides, scaring Amiel to the point where his face went pale.

Miss Staff, not caring about anything else, dragged Freeman and ran even faster.

And Freeman started laughing again.

"Haha!

Come on! Continue!

Tough enough! Tough enough!"

Only the fragmentary body of Freeman laughed, his face smeared in blood was not only mad but also appeared incredibly distorted and fierce.

This sent a chill down the core of Catherine as she pursued him.

Something's not right!

Something's not right!

Could there be a trap?

Her anger quickly subsided, and the speed of this 'Pain Church' Saintess slowed down, her eyes now scrutinizing even more.

"Come on! Come on! Continue!"

Freeman continued to taunt.

But the more he did so, the slower Catherine became.

Until the jungle became denser, Catherine pulled tightly on the reins.

The Saintess of the 'Pain Church' stared at the thick jungle in front of her, her furrowed brow never relaxing.

Then, she slowly backed up.

Meanwhile, in the dense woods, Amiel immediately took out two potions for Freeman to take as he watched this scene.

Watching Freeman, who now only had his head, neck, and half his chest intact, with his limbs all lost, Miss Staff's gaze was complicated.

It wasn't just Freeman's calculations, accurately grasping those guys' psychology, but also because of Freeman's fearless demeanor—she certainly knew Freeman could survive because of the special constitution of a Blood Gladiator, but this type of constitution doesn't spare him the pain.

On the contrary, lacking a 'protection mechanism', it would be much more painful.

But, Freeman was fearless.

Subconsciously, Miss Staff thought of the words Freeman had said before—

'Corruption?

Perhaps so. In the eyes of someone talented like you, Amiel, what I do might seem like corruption, but to someone untalented like me, it is…

Miracle!'

"Miracle, huh?"

Miss Staff murmured softly.

Meanwhile, Freeman was groaning in the potion.

Pain!

Too painful!

By now, Freeman was in too much pain to speak.

He somewhat longed to drink blood.

If Amiel allowed him a bite, he would be immensely grateful.

Unfortunately...

Freeman shook his head, not because of any consideration for camaraderie, but because Freeman knew that once he started, he would likely drain Amiel dry.

He didn't want such a reliable companion to die so pathetically by his own hands.

Just then, Catherine, who had been slowly backing away, suddenly stopped.

Under the cover of her helmet, her delicate face revealed a harsh coldness.

"In pain?

Greater pain is yet to come!

Not only did you ambush me, but you also dared fool me—I will let you fully experience pain!"

Using the 'Pain Church's' unique secret technique, Catherine finally discerned the situation inside the dense forest.

No ambush!

Just those two bastards!

Realizing she had almost been fooled again, the Saintess of the 'Pain Church' was immediately incensed beyond control.

With a neigh from her warhorse, the 'Pain Church's' Saintess charged into the dense forest.

Fast!

So fast that Amiel was caught off guard and knocked flying by the warhorse!

By the time Amiel brutally fell onto the ground, feeling like all his bones were breaking, the slowly regenerating half-arm of Freeman had already been impaled onto the ground by Catherine's spear.

Not the head, but the neck.

Like a grasshopper strung on a string.

The 'Power of Suffering' inherent in the spear stimulated Freeman, making the pain he was enduring manifest tenfold.

Pop pop pop!

Amidst extreme pain, the skin Freeman had just regrown burst open inch by inch, and as the flesh peeled back, blood splattered everywhere.

As Catherine looked down from above at this scene, she coldly said,

"Laugh, why aren't you laughing now?"

With his throat pierced and a suffocating sensation spreading, the extremely painful Freeman obviously couldn't laugh.

But that didn't stop the Blood Gladiator from splitting his mouth open, showing his sharp teeth and gesturing a curse word at Catherine with his mouth shape—

wcnm!