The palm that was condensed with faint holy light, with the viciousness of a dying struggle, slapped Ruby's chest and abdomen viciously!
It’s true that he is a non-combatant, but even a rabbit bites when it’s cornered!
They were both at the fourth level, but could he really be controlled by a little girl who had just graduated from a monastery?
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. If he could give up the comfortable life of caring for little boys in the church, he would at least be able to master some of the attacking skills taught by that person!
"Stubborn! Judgment!"
The cold light in Ruby's eyes almost solidified into substance.
Although the skills Linus used used holy light magic, she, who had experienced the advent of the Seraphim, could keenly sense the aura of heresy from the way it operated!
It's almost the same as the way Warwick and Spence operate their magic!
She can't beat Warwick!
How could she possibly suffer a loss as a fat pig?!
Facing the attacking vicious hand, her left hand remained unchanged, gripping her neck like an iron clamp!
The flail pendant on his right hand drew a dazzling arc in the air, and suddenly straightened up. It was no longer swung like a meteor hammer, but condensed into a holy flame blade about a foot long!
laugh--!
A scalp-numbing burning and tearing sound was heard.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
The bright white Holy Flame Blade with a hint of sacred golden light, like a red-hot iron cutting through solidified grease, passed by Linus's fat neck without any hindrance!
Plop!
The dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Father Linus's fat head rolled in the dust of the dirty street, with solidified horror, twisted resentment, and a hint of incredible confusion.
The headless body swayed stiffly in place, the broken neck was charred black, and streams of blood gushed out from the burnt neck!
A strong smell of burnt protein mixed with the strange smell of melted fat instantly spread.
Click.
His hand, which was carrying a faint holy light and intended to launch a sneak attack, fell weakly to the ground, and the holy light dissipated.
silence.
Deathly silence enveloped the entire street.
All the guards, adventurers, and even the townspeople peeking from afar were all as if under a spell of immobilization.
He stared in amazement at the headless fat body that collapsed to the ground, and the pair of turbid eyes that remained wide open and filled with fear until his death.
The morning light fell on Ruby Montoya's cheeks, which were splashed with a few drops of dark red and black stains.
The light of the flail pendant in her hand faded, and it returned to its normal form, hanging down at her side.
Ruby's chest rose and fell slightly, but her eyes swept coldly over everyone present.
Finally, the words fell on Edgar Brandon's pale face, and the voice was calm and without a ripple, as if he had just swatted a noisy fly:
"Dereliction of duty, deceiving the Holy Light, condoning disaster, killing believers, harboring malice towards and attacking the Holy Inquisition."
She paused, and each word hit everyone like an icicle.
"The evidence is irrefutable. According to the Holy Light Church's Judgment Code, the blasphemer Linus Bode has been executed on the spot."
His cold gaze turned towards Edgar, carrying an unquestionable pressure:
"Now, Captain Edgar, could you please write down the complete story of how Linus colluded with the Lisbon family to murder the adventurers of Osborne?"
“…Yes, sure!”
The entrance to Phantom Wolf Valley, the former temporary base of the Magic Association.
Taking advantage of the hustle and bustle in the north of the city that attracted almost everyone's attention, Mark's team had quietly sneaked to the entrance of the valley.
However, the scene before them made the four of them feel their hearts sink at the same time.
According to Beta's description, the wooden cabin camp, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant and the hum of magic instruments a day ago, is now empty!
The people from the Magic Association, along with their equipment and information, disappeared without a trace, as if they had never been stationed here.
Only the marks of instruments left on the ground and a few scattered pages of insignificant draft paper proved that they had existed.
"They ran faster than a cowardly goblin!" Enzo spat, his eyes filled with disdain. "What a lousy Magic Association! They're really good at slipping away! Are these the magicians from the human kingdom? When the nearby town was in chaos, they took their men and ran off?"
"No, look over there."
Monica's voice rang out, and her gaze penetrated the sparse trees and pointed to a relatively open space next to the camp.
Everyone followed her gaze.
In an instant, a chill rushed from the tailbone to the top of the head!
There is nothing above the clearing in the forest.
A full one hundred Dragon Slaying City heavy cavalrymen, along with their neatly-armored war horses, stood there quietly, forming a standard assault formation.
The sunlight shone on their shiny armor and the armor of their horses, reflecting a cold luster.
The horses lowered their heads, and the knights sat upright, their spears pointing straight in the direction of Osborne Town. Their postures were frozen, like the most exquisite wax figures in a museum, or like... a grand parade for death.
Dead silence.
Absolute silence enveloped the clearing.
There was no sound of breathing, no snorting of horses, and even the friction of wind blowing through the armor plates was barely audible.
“Something’s wrong…”
Anna's voice trembled slightly, and the elf's keen perception allowed her to catch the faint smell of blood and death in the air, which was evaporated by the sunlight.
Mark's heart sank, and he signaled Xiao Mu to stay where he was and keep watch.
He, Monica, Enzo, and Anna approached the edge of the square silently like hunting cheetahs.
The closer you get, the stronger and more pungent the smell of death, a mixture of rust, leather and thick blood, becomes.
Even the sunlight couldn't seem to dispel the chill here.
They saw the true appearance of the "statue".
The face beneath the helmet of the knight nearest them was young and pale.
His eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, frozen in the astonishment of the last moment before death, as if he had seen something incomprehensible and irresistible.
Before he could put on his neck brace, a hair-thin wound with charred edges accurately severed his trachea and artery.
There were only some dark red blood scabs on the wound, as if the high temperature had instantly burned and blocked the blood vessels.
The wound was extremely tiny, yet it was inflicted with a heart-pounding precision and coldness.
What made Mark's pupils shrink even more was that around the tiny wound, there was a very weak, but extremely pure and condensed milky white holy light power!
This ray of holy light did not have a warm and healing feeling. Instead, it emitted a cold edge that judged everything, like the marks left by the sharpest sword.
Enzo squatted down and carefully used the handle of his hammer to push aside the breastplate and neck guard of another cavalryman. The same subtle sword marks and the same milky white holy light remained!
"Damn... it's all like this! A sword to the neck, clean and neat! What kind of guy is so awesome!?"
Enzo couldn't help but blurt out.
Mark's eyes swept across the phalanx, and when his sight fell on the figures in the front row of the phalanx, who were wearing luxurious casual clothes and were out of tune with the surrounding heavy cavalry, his breath couldn't help but be held.
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