A Monster and a True Monster (10)

Until this point, the Holy Pontiff and I had been doing most of the fighting, but then Win joined us.

The effect was tremendous.

The moment Win rubbed the Golden Dragon's scale against his mithril bracelet to activate the magic sword, fear stained the Holy Pontiff's face and her movements became wildly erratic.

Of course, it wasn't because she had seen through the magic sword's effect at first sight and realized it had been prepared to cut her down...

She must have been shocked and frightened by the sudden manifestation of power—the Golden Dragon's immense power.

In reality, only a tiny fraction of that power could be used; almost all of it dispersed and vanished.

No, even so, her fear was far too extreme.

Could it be that she had been involved with the Huanggu Empire before straying from the proper path and becoming an evil immortal?

There could hardly be many places where someone could become an immortal's disciple and learn the immortal arts.

The source of the power wielded by the immortals who protected that land was also, if one traced it back far enough, the Golden Dragon...