Chapter 266: Night Disturbance, Blasphemous Heretic
Chapter 266: Night Disturbance, Blasphemous Heretic
Saint Samuel's Cathedral.
Archbishop Anthony was eagerly awaiting the Red Glove Squad to bring back news of their victory.
At that moment, the statue of the evernight goddess before him began to tremble slightly for no apparent reason! Not only that, but hundreds of stained glass pieces on the dome suddenly shattered, and the light from the crimson moon shone much brighter than usual.
What is happening?!
Archbishop Anthony's heart pounded with unease. With a stern expression, he looked up at the starry sky.
The sky was dazzling, not only with the light of the crimson moon but also with stars that shone brighter than ever before.
Something major is definitely happening!
Archbishop Anthony quickly averted his gaze, apologized to the trembling statue of the evernight goddess, and then ascended to the top of the cathedral through the shattered glass passage.
With a sharp gaze, he searched around and finally found the source of tonight's anomaly.
In an insignificant house, the ground began to churn, and bright but not blinding lights started to converge.
The starlight from the sky seemed particularly fond of it, constantly casting its gaze upon it.
At that moment, Archbishop Anthony understood that the Red Glove Squad had been chasing a mere illusion tonight. The true heretic hidden near the cathedral was only now revealing itself!
"Any heretic that disturbs the goddess's peace shall be buried by the night!"
With a swift movement, Archbishop Anthony arrived at the source of the light. Just as he was about to act, the ground below completely split open, and the light gradually faded.
Before him stood a young man, around twenty-five years old, with black hair and handsome features. His eyes were especially deep, like the starry sky above.
The man stood at the bottom of a deep pit, in the center of the collapsed house's ruins, looking up at the starry sky.
He was naked at that moment, without a single piece of clothing.
Yet, the scene did not evoke the expected sense of blasphemy but rather a sense of sanctity, as if an innocent angel had descended to the world, naked.
But this thought was quickly dismissed. Archbishop Anthony could clearly sense the increasingly strong stench of the True Creator emanating from the man!
"This is blasphemy!"
Archbishop Anthony suppressed his strange feelings and deemed it all as blasphemy!
Being naked was the greatest offense to the evernight goddess!
"Rest in peace!"
"Perish!"
"Disappear into the night!"
With Archbishop Anthony's soft chant, the surrounding night silently surged, like it had intelligence, extending black tentacles that turned the area where the young man stood into absolute darkness.
But it had no effect. The young man was surrounded by brilliant starlight, which dispelled the false night in an instant.
His left arm extended a chain forged from starlight, which grew and swung rapidly, smashing all the black tentacles that dared to offend.
In Archbishop Anthony's tense and suppressed mood, the young man's gaze finally fell on him. But after a brief glance, it shifted to Saint Samuel's Cathedral. His mouth slightly opened, seemingly whispering the word "night."
An inexplicable fear began to spread in Archbishop Anthony's heart. What kind of heretic was this?!
How dare he blaspheme the evernight goddess like this!
"Blasphemous heretic, only death can cleanse your sin of blaspheming the evernight goddess!"
Archbishop Anthony's mouth moved, and the natural spirits and ghostly wraiths sealed in his teeth turned into black tides as he opened his mouth, sweeping towards the young man!
Mountain spirits, river spirits, tree spirits, fearsome ghosts, death wraiths...
These were special entities he had encountered and sealed in his life, for which he had ventured into dangerous regions of the spirit world multiple times.
Half the sky turned into black tides, rushing towards the young man below.
"Imprison!"
The young man softly uttered a word, and the natural spirits and ghostly wraiths were all imprisoned, their bodies bound by transparent chains, unable to move.
With just a glance from him, the imprisoned natural spirits and ghostly wraiths were completely annihilated.
The sky poured down a rain, a thick black rain.
As the black rain poured down, the young man opened a portal to the spirit world and quickly left.
With slightly cold hands and feet, Archbishop Anthony did not hesitate and also entered the spirit world, not allowing the evil heretic to escape the goddess's punishment!
But he couldn't understand why the goddess's gaze had not fallen upon them.
Moreover, he had just sensed a familiar aura from the evil heretic, the aura of the night.
At the same time, he vaguely sensed that the heretic seemed to have a hidden scent.
What blasphemy and treason this was!
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Mr. A felt like he was going to die.
He had thought that with the variety of his Shepherd abilities, he could leave calmly even if surrounded.
But he had overestimated himself and underestimated his opponents.
They were prepared, and he was careless.
Bang!
His shoulder was shattered again, and the flesh wriggled, starting to heal the wound, but the recovery was too slow. Before it could heal, half of his body, including his shoulder, was blasted apart.
If not for the extraordinary abilities of Bishop Rose, he would have already been a puddle of flesh on the ground, unable to move.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
He panted rapidly, his exposed heart beating in rhythm with his breaths.
"Lord, merciful Lord, your loyal follower begs to continue serving you in your divine kingdom."
Mr. A shouted loudly, then spat out a large mouthful of blood, collapsing into a pool of blood.
In his near-death state, he seemed to see the Lord responding to his call, sending an angel to save him.
Was it Lord Ouroboros?
Mr. A widened his eyes, trying to see clearly, but ultimately saw nothing.
"Quick, leave!"
Leonard suddenly had a warning in his mind. He quickly retreated and called his team members to leave.
But before they could leave the spirit world, a young figure descended before Mr. A. With a slight raise of his hand, all attacks aimed at Mr. A were nullified.
He extended a finger towards Mr. A, and the surrounding flesh began to flow and gather. Within a few breaths, Mr. A was fully restored, without a single scratch on his face.
"Leave here quickly!"
Heeding the warning, Leonard called his teammates to leave, not to stay and court death.
His shout drew a gaze, and just meeting the eyes for the first time, Leonard felt his heart stop, his body stiffen, unable to speak a word.
His teammates were the same, including two bishops from Saint Samuel's Cathedral, trembling in their bodies.
This was absolute suppression of rank. Even though the other had not activated a mythical creature form, just a glance could completely strip them of their combat power.
Fortunately, the mysterious young man did not stay long. Grabbing Mr. A's shoulder, he left, disappearing.
As Leonard and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to do, Archbishop Anthony also arrived.
After hearing the report, Archbishop Anthony sighed, "Let's go back."
He had no intention of continuing the pursuit. The speed difference was too great; he couldn't catch up.
Even if he did, could he deal with the other?
To this, he could only smile bitterly.
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had escaped a great disaster once again.
Following the others back to Saint Samuel's Cathedral, looking at the shattered stained glass on the dome, Leonard was shaken. Had even the goddess been alarmed?
After a brief questioning, Archbishop Anthony let them go to rest.
Back in his room, Leonard couldn't wait to ask, "Old man, old man, do you know what happened tonight?"
"The offspring of the evil god of the Aurora Order was born."
"?!"
Leonard's eyes widened, almost jumping out of bed. He suppressed his shock and quickly asked for details.
"Do you remember when you dealt with Lanevus last time, and his divinity was taken?"
"I remember. The one who did it... was Mr. A tonight?"
Leonard figured it all out. Mr. A had volunteered as bait to buy time for the birth of the evil god's offspring.
"Old man, didn't you say that powerful Beyonders acting in Backlund could trigger a divine descent?"
Leonard asked a crucial question. If the evil god's offspring was born in a nearby alley and alarmed the goddess, why didn't it trigger a divine descent?
"Divine descents require time and preparation. Do you think they can come whenever they want?"
"But why was it only discovered tonight, so close?"
"Maybe the everNight Goddess's gaze is not on Backlund now."
"Old man, are you not sure either?"
"Of course not. That's a true god, and the everNight Goddess is skilled in secrecy."
Hearing the old man's clearly exasperated voice, Leonard finally relaxed. He turned over in bed, lying on his back, and whispered, "Old man, what level is his strength? He seems scarier than Archbishop Anthony."
"He suppressed his aura and power to avoid triggering a divine descent. He's likely Sequence 2."
"Sequence 2! Are all evil god's offspring this terrifying?"
"..."
Leonard received no answer from the old man, who clearly hadn't figured it out either.
(End of Chapter)