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Slender fingers gripped the sword hilt, and as the stone disk rotated on its own, the rusted sword slowly turned. Divine Era Rain Prayer felt her feet firmly fixed, and her entire arm began to twist in the opposite direction.
The soul-piercing agony made her knees buckle, her forehead drenched in cold sweat, unable to utter a single cry from her gaping mouth. Correspondingly, another giant sword phantom appeared in the sky.
"..."
No reconnaissance skill was needed; Demon God's intuition was enough for Cold God to guess the effect of [God Trapping and Spirit Stealing].
Sealing the Demon God into a weapon as an artifact spirit is a deeper humiliation than a believer's demise or the extinction of incense.
