inspire-indiana Chapter 109 The Battle That Never Happened
Chapter 109 The Battle That Never Happened
Chapter 109 The Battle That Never Happened
Inside the Harvest Church, Father Utravsky was wiping candlesticks at the front table. Noticing someone enter the church, he glanced up slightly, nodded, and then lowered his head to continue wiping the candlesticks in his hands.
Sirion looked at Father Utravsky, who was wiping the candlesticks, and asked curiously:
"Isn't this Emlyn's job?"
Father Utravsky shook his head slightly: "He is just a volunteer and is not responsible for all the affairs of the church."
Cyril nodded, not quite understanding... He finally found someone to help him with the work, yet he didn't choose to exploit him.
After briefly diverting his thoughts, he skipped the question and instead said:
"Father, could you come with me to the street outside? I'd like to bring weapons."
"A serial killer you're good at dealing with will be coming over here soon, hmm, if my interference works."
Father Utravsky gave him a deep look, then nodded slightly and said:
"Very well, those who blaspheme against life are enemies of the church!"
After speaking, Father Utravsky put down his candlestick, rose from the bench, and his brown priestly robes stretched taut.
He was like a small mountain, giving people a great sense of oppression.
After a brief wait, Father Utravsky brought out from the back of the hall a heavy greatsword wider than his hand, and a candle that was mostly burned and had fine black scale-like patterns on its surface.
He looked at Sirion: "Let's go."
The latter nodded slightly, and at the same time raised his hand to condense a dazzling illusory crystal ball, which then shattered with a snap, scattering into the surrounding void.
After doing all this, he looked at Father Utravsky and explained simply:
"Interfering with divination and spiritual intuition should also have some effect on 'malicious perception,' but I won't elaborate further to avoid being detected."
"I know," Father Utravsky nodded gently in understanding.
After a brief delay, the two walked out of the Harvest Church one after the other.
Because of the recent heavy rain, there were no pedestrians on the streets, and the thick clouds in the sky obscured the moonlight. Only the dim and spaced-out gas streetlights illuminated the streets.
In the dim light, two figures, one tall and one short, strolled slowly down the street as if taking a walk after dinner.
It was unusually quiet all around, so quiet that you could hear the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves on both sides of the road.
"He's here."
Father Utravsky suddenly turned to look at the corner of the fork in the road ahead.
Snapped!
Cyril snapped his fingers, and a bright but not blinding white light instantly illuminated most of the street.
The "flash" trick, which he deliberately weakened, became a lighting spell.
At the same time, a clear and holy dawn emerged around them, creating an exaggerated light effect in conjunction with bright "flashes".
In the shadows of the street corner, dispelled by the light, an exaggeratedly large dog, about half the size of a carriage, came into view.
It has a pair of curved goat horns engraved with eerie patterns on its head, and a pair of giant bat-like wings spread behind its back. Its fur is jet black, and its body is wrapped in crimson and pale blue flames that constantly flicker as if they might be extinguished at any moment.
Father Utravsky took a step forward, the greatsword he was dragging with one hand covered with a clear, holy silver-white, which, combined with the resolute expression on his face, made him look like an emotionless executioner.
With each step Father Utravsky took, dragging his silver-white greatsword, a heavy thud resounded, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
The next second, the body of the giant demon hound opposite him suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and then black mist with a pungent sulfur smell kept gushing out from under its dark fur.
The surging black mist quickly surrounded the demon hound and spread outwards.
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Father Utravsky held the greatsword of silver-white light across his chest, and in the next instant, the clear and holy morning light around him suddenly surged, as if the dawn had broken through the night and descended, tearing through the darkness in front of him with an unstoppable force.
The black fog, carrying a pungent sulfurous smell, was quickly purified in the face of the sacred and luminous dawn, dissipating completely in just two or three seconds.
Along with the black mist, the figure of the giant demon hound also vanished.
It escaped.
Cyril: ()
What happened to the "demon" who was supposed to be in a state of rage, bloodlust, and wanting to harm others during the ascension ceremony?
So cowardly, not at all "devilish"...
He muttered a couple of complaints to himself, then turned to look at Father Utravsky:
"Father, you scared it away."
Father Utravsky nodded slightly, then lowered his gaze to the greatsword in his hand, which was covered with a layer of silvery morning light, his expression inscrutable.
Silyan noticed Father Utravsky's expression and took a half step back with his right leg. He instinctively felt that Father Utravsky's current state seemed a bit off.
"Father, there's no need to worry too much. Now that it's been exposed, we have a direction to target it and can set traps in advance to deal with it."
"You just need to inform the three major churches of Backlund about what happened tonight, and they will deal with this blasphemous villain."
Uh, it's a vicious dog.
Father Utravsky did not respond, but simply made the silver dawn covering the greatsword disappear, and then stared at the half-burnt "Heart Demon Candle" in his hand for several seconds.
As Sirion hesitated about whether to leave immediately, Father Utravsky finally regained his previous composure and turned to look at him, saying:
"Go back. I will keep your existence a secret from the official Extraordinary who comes to learn about it later."
"Thank you very much." Sirien bowed slightly in greeting.
He then raised his hand and conjured a shimmering, illusory crystal ball, which he then shattered and scattered into the void.
After successfully interfering with the anti-divination and anti-tracking efforts, he didn't linger and turned to walk in another direction on the street.
Watching his figure disappear from sight, Father Utravsky suddenly lowered his head, looked at the half of the "Demon Candle" in his hand, and sighed deeply.
"Sigh~"
"As expected of the 'demon' most adept at corrupting people's hearts, the situation has worsened; this needs to be addressed as soon as possible."
Returning from Daffodil Street, where the Harvest Church is located, to Wildy Street, Cyril returned to his room without disturbing anyone by "opening the door."
He glanced around to make sure no one had entered his room since he left.
"Phew~, it's still a bit inconvenient. I wish I could move out and live alone..."
He muttered something under his breath, then took a gold coin from his pocket, held it in his hand, and repeatedly murmured:
"My experience today is related to the 'mercury serpent.'"
"What happened to me today..."
After repeating it to himself several times, he flicked the gold coin in his hand away.
After spinning a few times in the air, the gold coin fell back into his hand.
Face up indicates approval!
"As expected... I'm 80% sure it was the little snake who did it; Urolius usually just stands by and watches."
"He only recited your name twice, what a stingy fellow."
After muttering a couple of words, he flicked the gold coins out of his hand again.
Clang!
This time he didn't catch it. The gold coin passed by his outstretched hand, landed on the desk, bounced twice, and then disappeared into the gap of the not-quite-closed window, falling outside.
Cyril:
My money!
After a silent pause, Cyril silently made a mental note of Will Uncrestin, whom he had not yet met.
In the darkness near the banks of the Tasok River in the western part of Backlund, a child's voice suddenly rang out:
"Damn it, I chose the right way to handle it, so why do I suddenly feel even more unlucky?"
"It must be because that foolish serpent used up too much of my luck!"
"Should I leave Backlund for now, or not? The increasingly chaotic fate here will be more conducive to my hiding. Anyway, I'm planning to restart anyway."
In the opinion office beneath the St. George's Cathedral, several Mechanical Hearts teams had gathered.
At the head of the long, dark table, Ikonser Bernard, the captain and butler of Mechanical Heart, with a face featuring strong, defined features but always sporting a head of messy, unruly brown hair, looked around before speaking in a low voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, another victim has appeared tonight. This is the 11th victim in this serial killing spree."
"Moreover, because of the identity of the victim this time, all three of our churches have been under pressure from the kingdom's upper-class nobles. The serial murder case that has been suppressed may make the headlines of several newspapers such as the Tasok and Tais tomorrow."