Fraud

Looking at the headless horseman who was calling to the sky, Witcher walked over with his silver sword in no hurry.

Over a hundred meters, he had walked for two whole minutes, and the headless horseman had called out in vain for two minutes.

Finally, its figure began to shake, and the black smoke coming out of its severed head trembled violently, looking like its mood swings were very large.

If Eleazar had any emotions at the moment, he would surely have taken out the horns of a horned eagle beast and thrown them at his opponent's feet, taunting him viciously with a mocking look.

But in his emotionless transcendental state, he didn't do this kind of meaningless act of completely enraging his opponent and engaging in a deadly battle to the end.

Coming to the Headless Horseman, who had already lost all thought, Witcher raised his silver sword.

"Why... Even it abandoned me..."

The face of an acolyte lifted.

Eleazar's hand paused for a moment, the blade wrapping around the head that had promised to be taken back to the bishop, before slashing diagonally down from the shoulder, cleaving the other man in half with a single stroke.

"Pfft!!!"

Immediately, an endless amount of blood splattered out, as if it was like splitting open a blood bank, and as the evil body swelled and burst, more than a hundred red-stained heads rolled out.

[Residual magic potion: 947→0]

"Haha..."

"Haha ah..."

"Hahahahaha... Ahh! Ah! Anon--"

A shiver of transcendental activity ran through his body, and he let out a cheer that almost tore through his body.

Unsure if he was in pain or laughing maniacally at Witcher, the sound finally converged into a continuous dragon roar.

The animals remaining in the hunting ground instantly stomped their limbs straight and their eyes bulged out, one by one they planted themselves.

And far away from the manor, there is also an unspeakable fear enveloping the hearts of all people, people can not help but panic and run away, hiding in the bottom of the beds, cabinets, burying their heads in the hay, until that trembling soul of fear completely ruled the body, only to despair lying on the ground and waiting for death, or gibberish, or crying and begging for forgiveness, anger and rage, the manor in complete disarray.

...

...

"Lord Bishop, we got a lead on that headless horseman! We've got its head as well."

Odahir Cathedral, the acolyte who had rushed back from outside, looked a little anxious as he quickly reported:

"The other party was once a famous sky lord in the golden age, because of too much care for his mount often shouldered his wife, and had a serious dispute with the court archmage, in the duel, he was poisoned by his wife, and finally lost, his head was cut off by the mages of the Tyrrell family for the collection, and his corpse was buried in the mountain of messy stone..."

"But it doesn't matter how the other party became the Headless Horseman anymore, the most important thing now is that the other party was once a Sky Knight!!!"

That young acolyte, his expression was filled with urgency.

"The Sky Knight's famous joint technique - Falling Sky Strike - is the strongest strike specifically against the Earth Legion, it's as powerful as a forbidden spell, and can destroy half of Weyland in a single blow, it's a loss we can't afford to suffer at all, we have to go and notify the Witcher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The bishop sniffed and looked up at the sky outside.

Perhaps in the next second, a figure riding a flying species would swing up 90,000 miles, then turn back at the end of the sky and fall like a star with an extinguishing light.

He muttered, "Witcher's been out of contact with us for three days..."

The acolyte lowered his head, "So we have to destroy the opponent's mount before he hunts, I'll request to invoke the level 4 seal - Call of the Lamp God, even if we can't get there in time to destroy the mount, it can be used to restrict the Sky Rider from ascending."

It was a vessel sealing an ancient air elemental creature, well versed in almost all atmospheric spells, possessing ancient wisdom, extremely cunning, and fond of weaving lies to escape the seal, according to the records, this was the fifth time the church captured the other party back to be sealed and housed.

The Cardinal went on in silence and did not agree to move the dangerous seal.

And the young acolyte, full of stubbornness and indignation raised his head.

"The only way to get there the fastest is with this thing."

The bishop sighed, "Child, with emotions like yours now, you won't be able to manage that lamp god, it's extremely adept at deception, and if you let it escape again, it will cause no less of a disaster than the effects of the sky knight."

"And Her Highness the Holy Maiden seems to trust that Witcher, so it's good for us to keep our trust as well, after all, he's also a very professional hunting master."

The young acolyte bristled and wriggled away on the spot, causing the bishop to smile helplessly and bitterly.

Only he didn't see that the face of the acolyte boy, who had run around the corner of the courtyard, squirmed like mercury.

"The God of Lights is indeed imprisoned here..."

As a raspy female voice emerged from the mercury man's mouth, it was followed by a slow change in its countenance, its figure rapidly drawing up and then hunching over a bit.

The Cardinal, almost identical to the one in the Great Hall, slowly stepped on the clean white floor tiles to the end of the corridor, and after nodding to the Lamplighter guarding the stairway, he pushed open the sealed door, lifted a lamp that emitted a bright light, and walked down the winding stairway into the sealed chamber beneath the earth.

It was a rather spectacular warehouse, a dazzling array of individual containers, like museum displays, seemingly dense but held according to some mysterious pattern, each one full of unspeakable allure.

Knowing that he didn't have much time to search, the Mercury Man quickly jumped down from the several-meter-high railing and stepped right into the shelter.

With a sweep of his eyes, the energy of various ranks ebbed and flowed, only to realize that the seals here were placed according to the law of the lower ranks arching over the higher ranks, and some were simply used to maintain the balance.

It was hard to find that particular Divine Lamp, but there was a sudden sound from behind him.

"Broder? Why are you free to come down today?"

An old clergyman, without a flicker of movement in his feet, came from the rear, again carrying a light.

"Well, just stopping by."

The mercury man replied with feigned composure, but his hands were lightning fast as he cupped the Divine Lamp.

The old cleric was instantly furious, "You're not a bishop, who are you!!!"

In the next second, the pillar of light enveloped the figure that had picked up the seal.

But in the end, only an empty white robe fell to the ground, and the figure inside had disappeared.

The church bells were ringing!

In an inn, Loveland sits up and sighs as she looks at the mannequin doppelganger beside her, which has melted into a puddle:

"Eh, it's not easy to finally get it..."

She stepped out of bed and picked up the Divine Lamp, which was mired in the mercury liquid.

...

In the evening, the sky was diffused with golden light.

Witcher, who had to walk back on foot because his motorcycle had been stolen, was out of breath, and then as soon as he stepped into the church, swords were instantly drawn all around him.

"What for?"