Chapter 36: The Battle of the Harbor Town (Seeking Continued Reading)

At midnight, in Harbor Town, the originally sleeping crowd was awakened by sharp firelight and waves of noisy crows.

"Fire... It's on fire..." "Help, someone save me!"

Having experienced over a decade of peace, the residents of Harbor Town, suddenly attacked, immediately fell into chaos. The streets were in disarray, with screams and cries echoing in every corner of the town.

At this moment, Lynn was standing on the roof of a house, his eyes like an eagle's, gazing toward the direction of the fire.

This was the one-ring magic—[Tic's Far-Sight Technique]

It allowed a wizard to possess the precise far-sight ability of a griffon for a short time.

During these few days in Harbor Town, aside from gathering information and making black gunpowder, Lynn did not neglect learning new magic, having already thoroughly read through the book Basic Magic Guide.

"Is it Johnny and Bai Ge?" Lynn murmured to himself, gazing at the flocks of gray crows and the moving figures in the firelight.

Could they have escaped first?

Wait...

Lynn quickly noticed something was wrong. The state of the two witches didn't look like they had been tortured.

Perhaps... they hadn't escaped,

but were preparing to enter Harbor Town Prison to rescue someone!

Lynn instantly thought of this possibility, his brow furrowing.

Before tonight's action, he had considered dozens of unexpected situations, even predicting that the Church would set a trap for him in Harbor Town tonight.

But he hadn't expected Anluoke to conduct such a high-profile campaign without capturing anyone.

This Archbishop was undoubtedly making a big gamble, betting that the wizard apprentices hadn't regrouped; otherwise, the public ceremony tomorrow would become an utter farce.

One must know that there are True Gods in this world; if the Church dared to use random prisoners as fake witches at such a public witch-hunting ceremony, it would be blasphemous!

Obviously, the Archbishop had bet correctly. He hadn't fallen for the trap, but Johnny and Bai Ge had stumbled into it in his place!

However, since the two witches hadn't been caught, who was the one that leaked the information about[the Gang]?

Anluoke's personal visit to Harbor Town, the lockdown, and various measures against[the Gang]couldn't be faked; this was also one of the reasons he believed the two might have been captured.

As he pondered, the cawing of the crows over Harbor Town grew weaker, indicating that Johnny and Bai Ge were nearly at their limit.

Lynn didn't act hastily, as only a few hundred guards surrounded the two witches; Archbishop Anluoke and his three thousand elite soldiers hadn't played their hand.

This was also bait, and he was the big fish Anluoke wanted to catch...

"071, given the current situation, if we confront them head-on, what are our chances of winning?" Lynn asked silently in his mind.

His biggest trump card was the massive amount of black gunpowder placed at the dock. As long as he used the information gap and the convenience of magic shaping to lure Anluoke and the others over, he could blow them all to the sky. But now it seemed that this goal might be hard to achieve.

[Estimated success rate is below the safety threshold. According to the target's previous statement, extraterrestrials should not be included in the protection list. According to the Federal Citizens' Life Safety Act, you should prioritize your own safety!] replied 071.

Lynn was silent for a while, then asked again. "Can you analyze why Johnny and Bai Ge would risk their lives to enter Harbor Town?"

[Ninety-seven percent probability... They came to rescue you, sir!]

"So you see, 071?" Lynn muttered in his mind, looking at the distant firelight.

"Sometimes, even extraterrestrials are just like people!"

…

Meanwhile, in Harbor Town's church, Archbishop Anluoke was gazing absentmindedly at the chaos in Harbor Town.

The faint screams and wails made the priests present turn pale, but Anluoke seemed unaffected, turning to Adrian and asking.

"How is it, have you extracted any useful information these days?"

"Reporting to the Archbishop, York's brain has been set with some kind of powerful spiritual magic. I've tried several methods and couldn't break through the barrier," Adrian explained with great shame.

A few days ago, just as the Archbishop led the elite guard to hunt down those demon worshippers, Adrian led a team to raid Wuer Town. Based on the information obtained from Will, they went to the Drunkard Tavern and captured old York, who hadn't escaped in time.

But to Adrian's disappointment, York's brain was protected by some spiritual magic, and when he used divine arts to probe for information, he almost turned York into an idiot.

The only gain was finding some information about Harbor Town in a secret room of the Drunkard Tavern.

"No matter. We will soon have new sources of information," Anluoke said calmly without blaming Adrian.

"Archbishop, should we deploy more manpower? At this rate, the two wizard apprentices might escape our control," Adrian cautiously asked.

Due to someone's act of controlling the gray crows to set fire to the town's granary, most of the stationed guards were dispatched to extinguish the fire. Only two priests and three hundred guards were in charge of the pursuit.

If this continues, it might affect more and more civilians...

Adrian swallowed the rest of his words. He always disagreed with the Archbishop's decision to set the battlefield in Harbor Town, which only endangered the defenseless townsfolk.

"Now is not the time to act, Adrian!" Anluoke's withered face showed a few stern lines as he gazed at the priest before him. "A moment's mercy will only lead to greater catastrophe."

"The inferno outside Wuer Town has yet to be extinguished. If we fail to capture the wizard named Carl this time, such dreadful scenes might recur in every corner of the Nordland Territory."

"The merciful Lord will forgive our transgressions…"

Anluoke turned back to the firelight over Harbor Town, chanting in a raspy voice.

"May their souls rest in the Holy Land, receiving eternal protection. May their true spirits not fall into the abyss of the demons..."

The priests in the church also showed faces of compassion and began to chant harmonious hymns, praying that those who died in this conflict and suffered endless torment in life would be reborn in the Holy Land of the Lord...