They all call me Great Master-Chapter 671 - 668: Poop Fighter!

Catherine enunciated each word, as the "Power of Suffering" grew even more violent.

But this wasn't the point.

The point was, Catherine was manipulating the "Power of Suffering" to awaken Freeman's memories, determined to drag the person behind the scenes out—

"Is it worth enduring such pain for your original goal?"

Catherine said coldly.

Immediately, the "Power of Suffering" traced runes one after another inside Freeman's body, and coupled with Catherine's repeatedly trembling breath, Freeman's will began to be hammered, as if by a great mallet wielding a chisel, smashing into his brain.

And this was just the first time!

By the second time, it had turned into scalding oil poured over his brain.

Sizzle!

Freeman felt as if his brain was being cooked.

An unprecedented sensation of pain made Freeman's facial skin spasm.

Yet, even so, Freeman managed to gesture a word to Catherine using his mouth—

Idiot!

Catherine, insulted for the second time, humphed coldly.

The Saintess of the Pain Church showed no hurry, merely increasing her output instead.

After a total of six times, an expression of surprise appeared in the verdant eyes of the "Pain Church's" Saintess.

She hadn't retrieved Freeman's memories!

More importantly, no one had ever lasted six times under her "Agony Whip."

Catherine had tested the "Agony Whip" more than once.

Starting with the servants who had erred in her family's dungeon, then the criminals of great wickedness in the prisons—most of them would cry and wail within three strikes, and then, she would see their innermost secrets.

Then, to test the limits of the "Agony Whip," she had even sought out hunters who had managed to live alone in the mountains for over ten years, apart from an old hunter who had died outright after six times, most could only withstand three or four strikes before breaking and having their memories read by her.

And now, Freeman had endured six times, which only increased Catherine's curiosity.

She looked at Freeman, who was still alive, reduced to nothing but a head, and her mind was already filled with many more ideas.

However, before Catherine could act, a potion was thrown her way.

The potion was thrown by Amiel.

Catherine had long noticed Amiel rising from the ground, and even the potion in her hand, but the Saintess of the Pain Church paid no mind.

To Catherine, poisons were not her fear.

With the blessing of "Your Crown," poisons would not only fail to harm her but could even become an aid to some extent.

So, the Saintess of the Pain Church allowed the potion to land at her feet.

Crack!

The bottle shattered crisply.

A thick, viscous yellow liquid splattered everywhere.

An utterly nauseating stench spread.

Dung!

To be precise, it was fermented dung.

The smell rushed to the crown of her head, causing Catherine's complexion to change drastically.

It wasn't just the smell; it was also the fact that yellow had stained her boots.

This feeling like stepping in excrement caused Catherine's mind to go blank for a moment, which was exactly what Amiel had hoped for.

Seeing Catherine emerge unscathed from the toxic mist, Amiel knew her strongest method was ineffective.

However, upon hearing that the voice from under that hood was a crisp, young female voice, Amiel prepared to try another card up her sleeve—

Dung Bomb!

This special concoction, mixed with extracts from humans, dogs, and cats, was not only foul-smelling but also lasted an extremely long time, and more importantly, in the eyes of Amiel, was remarkably effective against young girls.

At least, she thought that if she were contaminated with a Dung Bomb, she would be in extreme discomfort for the following week.

Indeed, that was the case.

Catherine, who had been in an overwhelmingly superior position against her and Freeman, couldn't help but be stunned when she got splattered with the Dung Bomb.

Seizing this moment, Amiel turned and ran.

She wasn't abandoning Freeman.

When Amiel threw the Dung Bomb, her pet Crystal Beetle had already silently crawled to the side of Freeman's head.

As the Dung Bomb exploded, splattering Catherine's shoe and covering Freeman's face, the Crystal Beetle flung Freeman's head toward Amiel.

Immediately, Miss Staff let out a scream—

"Nono, stop!"

But it was too late.

The Crystal Beetle had already flung Freeman's head her way.

Instinctively, Amiel dodged to the side, and Freeman's head crashed into a tree trunk.

Suddenly, the foul stench of the dung liquid contaminated it.

After that, Freeman's head rolled off, and the dung fluid splattered even more.

But none of these mattered!

What was important was that Freeman had just opened his mouth!

The complex taste spread in his mouth, and due to the Blood Gladiator's unique physique that gave Freeman an exceptionally acute sense of taste, several times that of an ordinary person, he could taste it with unsettling clarity...

At that moment, Freeman suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

Power, youth, ambition.

None of it mattered anymore.

He...

Wanted to die.

But in the next instant, a foot kicked him right on the bridge of his nose.

Yes, it was Amiel.

Miss Staff, as if kicking a soccer ball, drove Freeman along.

Pick it up?

Sorry!

If she could help it, Amiel wouldn't even want to touch Freeman, let alone pick him up.

Amiel, you bastard!

Amiel, you're finished!

Amiel, I'm going to kill you!

He couldn't shout it out, but Freeman expressed his innermost thoughts with his mouth shapes.

As for Catherine, she was much more direct—

"Aah!!!"

A scream.

Everything within a five-meter radius of the Saintess of the Pain Church was blown away, whether turf, pebbles, or trees; as they flew into the air, they were crushed by the Power of Suffering.

Moreover, the usually invisible Power of Suffering now revealed a color.

It was an abnormal shade of black-gray.

Conspicuous, yet profound, and simultaneously restrained.

A very contradictory color.

But it possessed an undeniable power.

"Die! Die! Die!

I want you all dead!

Not just you, but also those behind you!

No matter who it is, I want them dead!"

Catherine, who had never suffered such humiliation, roared and hurled her spear straight forward.

Whizz!

The spear, filled with the Power of Suffering, resonated in mid-air.

In the next moment, the forest scene changed abruptly.