In mid-air beside the underground river, space suddenly distorted, and several figures and a pile of debris suddenly appeared out of thin air, falling to the ground.
Hyatt lay on the pebbles, struggling to stand up, but the weakness and powerlessness after using his powers prevented him from succeeding several times.
Number Seventeen got up and rushed over to help Hyatt up.
“Never mind me, go see Leoric!” Hyatt’s legs trembled as he struggled to keep himself from collapsing again: “He is the mission the Mother of God has entrusted to him.”
Number Seventeen approached the unconscious Leoric, listened to his heartbeat, and anxiously turned back to say, "Sir, his heartbeat is very weak. He may not make it in a little while."
Looking at the half-corpse of Number Thirty-Three beside him, Hyatt gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, evacuate to the underground river crossing! Set off immediately!"
The group walked for ten minutes and arrived at a secluded ferry crossing on a tributary of the underground river in Holy Guard City.
A two-masted armed sailing ship was moored there, and busy figures could be vaguely seen on it.
The approach of Hyatt and his group quickly attracted the attention of the staff left at the ferry crossing.
After a conversation, Hyatt led the hastily retreating men to the deck of the sailboat, where he, despite his own physical limitations, began directing his men to escape as quickly as possible.
"Seventeen, get the crew to set sail as soon as possible! The enemy could find us at any moment, and every second we stay increases the danger!"
"Yes, Chief!"
"Number 21, go and find Number 52. Tell her to stabilize Leoric's vital signs as soon as possible, at least until she leaves Holy Guard City."
"I see."
"Number 27, help me onto the ship's side. Make sure everyone can see me. I can't fall down now!"
The two-masted sailboat slowly sailed away from the riverbank, heading into the distance along the underground river. As the ship's speed increased, the people on board seemed to become more and more relaxed.
Hyatt removed the hood of his robe and took off a wooden animal mask, revealing a dark face of a Southern Empire man.
At this time, Number Twenty-Seven also removed the veil from her face, revealing her true appearance. She was a pretty Arab girl with slightly dark skin.
"Father, are we safe?" Number Twenty-Seven looked at Hyatt, his eyes still lingering with the fear from just moments before.
Hyatt shook his head: "Selma, it's too early to say we're safe. We can only be considered safe once the ship leaves the border of Holy Guard City and enters the Kingdom of Ronnaville."
"The enemy of the Church that we encountered underground used two unrelated supernatural abilities, so he should be an inheritor, right?"
Listening to his daughter's analysis, Hyatt first nodded, then shook his head: "He is indeed an inheritor, but he doesn't only use the abilities of 'speed' and 'freezing'. When the crossbow bolt was about to 'shoot' him, his skin turned into metal in an instant. In other words, he can also use 'metal skin'."
"Is there anyone in the church who can use three different supernatural abilities?"
Hyatt pondered for a moment, then continued, "That man was wearing the robes of a church deacon. Sinclair called him Felicchild. Logically, an inheritor capable of using three different abilities should be considered a high-ranking official among the church's blasphemous apostles. Information about this person should also be recorded in the Elder Council. However, according to my memory, the Elder Council knows nothing about this name. This is very strange..."
After thinking for a moment, Selma said, "Could this person have been hiding in the shadows all along, without registering as a blasphemous apostle?"
"That's possible, but there's something else that worries me. His two squires, the Northern Island warrior with monstrous reflexes and coordination, and the black-armored knight whose strength and destructive power rival the strongest legion warriors. Either of them could easily be among the top ten in the Conflict Legion, yet they're now serving as henchmen under a church deacon. Do you know what that means?"
Her father's words made Selma fall into deep thought.
Hyatt sighed deeply: "This man named Felicidard may be more terrifying than we imagine."
"Chief! We can already see the light at the cave entrance. We'll be able to leave the underground river soon!"
The sound coming from the watchtower brought a relieved smile to Hyatt's face.
"As long as we can leave this hellish place, sail south to find a safe port of call, and complete Leoric's resurrection ritual, the Matriarch's mission will be successfully accomplished."
Selma looked puzzled: "Father, I don't understand why the mistress cares so much about Leoric?"
Hyatt said solemnly, "How could you and I possibly fathom the mistress's intentions?"
Perhaps his tone was too harsh, but Selma's aggrieved expression softened Hyatt's heart, and he whispered, "In my opinion, the Matriarch hopes to use the resurrection ritual to control Leoric, thereby establishing a stronghold of the Elders' Council in the parish. The specific method is to use the succession election meeting to kill most of the powerful nobles in Holy Guard City, and then let Leoric's soul enter Sinclair or Mathilde's body to return to the throne. The Matriarch can then control the entire Holy Guard City by controlling Leoric."
Selma still didn't understand: "I understand all of this, but what's the use of the Matriarch controlling Holy Guard City?"
Hyatt glanced around, and after confirming that no one was nearby, spoke almost inaudibly: "The war between the Abbasid and Ayyubid empires will soon be over. Saladin, favored by God, is about to unify the entire south. The mistress intends to…"
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