Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1501 - 449: Swept Clean

The Mayor was originally lying on the ground, his body illuminated by the room’s lights, and beside him on the ground was his shadow.

And after a slash, the patch of shadow on the ground beside him silently and stealthily separated from his body!

That patch of black shadow seemed to roll a few times on the floor, then slowly wriggled and drifted away.

Soon, there appeared a small "bump" on the floor!

The shadow seemed to gently, slowly stand up from the floor!

As it continued to writhe, a black silhouette slowly stood up in the room, and with the light shining on it, the outline of its figure gradually became clear.

From a mass of black, it gradually transformed into something with details, with facial features, then a clear torso, limbs, and even fingers became distinct.

Finally, even the black shadow slowly faded away, and it gradually became a tangible, real human body, standing there!

The aide muttered a low curse, something like "Holy shit," muttering continuously while stepping back until he reached the corner of the wall, his face full of disbelief, even his eyeballs seemed about to pop out.

The Mayor’s Wife looked at her creation with satisfaction, though her expression clearly showed weariness, and even her eyes dimmed a bit, evidently, she had expended some sort of energy with that slash.

The shadow had turned into a living human entity! And with complete facial features! It looked just like a "Mayor" standing in the middle of the room, even wearing clothing identical to the Mayor himself on the ground.

However, if you looked closely, there seemed to be some deficiencies.

"It seems... the color... is a bit pale?" The aide swallowed hard.

In fact, it wasn’t that the color was "pale," but if one glanced at this "Mayor," it seemed exactly like the Mayor himself, but after a few more looks, you would feel something was off.

This feeling of discord wasn’t due to the color, but... the whole figure looked somewhat "ethereal."

It seemed, there was a slight, transparent feel to it.

"The Shadow Clone lacks flesh, so it appears somewhat transparent. But it only needs some flesh to fill it in, then it’ll be fine," the Mayor’s Wife gently said with a smile. "Now that you’ve witnessed the greatness of the True God, are you satisfied?"

The aide was stunned for a moment, but immediately nodded frantically, "Satisfied! Satisfied! The True God, the True God is indeed great!"

"Since you’re satisfied, then make some contribution."

The Mayor’s Wife gracefully walked over, swaying as she silently approached the aide’s front.

The aide was stunned, "Contribution?"

"Yes, a contribution."

The Mayor’s Wife nodded, and as soon as the words were spoken, she suddenly raised her hand and struck down, the crude, ancient knife in her hand stabbing into the aide’s chest at the position of his heart.

One slash, no handle visible!

The aide’s eyes widened, his body stiffened, seemingly attempting to struggle, but his body was restrained by some force, and after wobbling violently for a moment, he fell to the ground with a thud.

He opened his mouth, gasping for air, seemingly wanting to scream, but only weak sounds came out of his throat.

"Why, why..."

"Because we now have a new Mayor, so there’s no longer a need for you, the aide," the Mayor’s Wife said with a soft smile. "Did you not know that every time I was under you, I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit!"

As she spoke, she forcefully pulled out the knife.

A spray of blood shot out!

But strangely, the blood suspended in mid-air, congealing there, not continuing to scatter.

Then, more and more blood flowed out from the knife wound on the aide’s chest, slowly flowing into the air, congealing into a blood sphere.

This blood sphere, wriggling, drifted to the body of the Shadow Clone Mayor, slowly integrating into it.

The previously somewhat "ethereal" Shadow Clone visibly solidified bit by bit, losing the transparent look.

The Mayor’s Wife carefully inspected the Shadow Clone back and forth, nodding with satisfaction, "Not bad, now it looks flawless."

The aide, gasping, asked in a low voice, "You, you... you have this kind of magic, why still need to..."

His voice was weak, the massive blood loss had left him barely clinging to life, weak as a thread.

"You’re saying, why do we have to go through all this trouble? Just replace the Mayor with a Shadow Clone?" the Mayor’s Wife laughed out loud, then shook her head, "I wish I could! Do you think I enjoy getting into bed with scum like you?"

Unfortunately, this kind of Shadow Clone can only be used once, and it can only exist for a day, so it has to be utilized at the most critical moment."

After saying this, the Mayor’s Wife nodded, "Alright, your mission is complete, the True God will remember your contributions. These years, I also have to thank you for all the intelligence you’ve helped me convey."

Subsequently, the Mayor’s Wife turned to the "Shadow Clone," a hint of reverence flashing in her eyes, kneeling slowly on the ground, forming a gesture of offering to the heavens with both hands, presenting the crude, ancient knife in her palms.

At the same time, the shadow clone standing there suddenly slowly opened its eyes!

The look in the Mayor’s Wife’s eyes immediately filled with reverence, "Your Holiness the Sacrificial Priest..."

The Shadow Clone’s gaze swept across the whole study room bit by bit, finally nodding lightly, and it slowly raised its hands, examining its own body, nodding in satisfaction.