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Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby. As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-"Sacrifice", in the new game "GODSLAYER" upon the game's launch day. John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character. Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest. After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood! [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ... After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil! A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder: [Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!] ---------------------- WSA 2023 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

White_Ink · Fantasia
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Chapter280-Calling for Backup

The onlookers stood agape, staring at the unfolding scene before them.

The scattered chunks of Ghana's body, eerily moving as if they each possessed a separate life, began converging towards the center, eventually vanishing into utter darkness.

A black vortex materialized from nowhere, pulsating with an overwhelming surge of dark energy.

John, gripping the Divine Palace in hand, had his eyes burning with intensity.

He had known all along that Ghana wouldn't be so easily defeated.

Being a true Devil, one of the world's mightiest deities, the resilience of its life force was, naturally, unparalleled.

After all, a starving camel is still larger than a horse, even when gravely wounded...

From the midst of the black vortex, an arm, its skin dark and speckled with tiny red glows, suddenly shot out.

Then, as if tearing the very fabric of space, the unscathed Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana sprung forth.