Chapter 402 The Weak Bishop
So you want others to sacrifice everything... Is it because those cultists have no fighting power anymore, so you just turn them into headless monsters?
It was indeed shocking to see six people, some still alive and some recently dead, pulling off their heads and turning into monsters wandering outside the cave and in Bansy Harbor. However, Angel had killed no less than a dozen flying heads and headless zombies today, so he no longer had much emotion about it.
There are only a few of them, the Mandated Punishers can handle...
She no longer paid attention to the headless zombie with blood spurting from its neck and the head dragging its esophagus, but looked at Bishop Miller, whose whole body was swollen and who had struggled to break free from the silk ropes. His bulging muscles made his bishop's robe look like a tights, making him look more like a warrior than a "Wind-loving One".
But he did not use the surge of strength to try to fight Angel in close combat. Instead, he took two steps back. Air blew out from under his robe, lifting his body up quickly and leaving the ground.
The ceiling of the cave was not high, and Miller used the rising air currents to "float" him quickly. He seemed a little proud hanging above everyone's heads, and the light in his dark red eyes became even brighter. A thin and sharp wind blade was generated from his hand and shot out, targeting Angel below... and Donna beside him.
Kara——
Angel instantly moved sideways to protect Donna, and his body shattered into pieces as he blocked the wind blade, falling to the ground. Another Angel appeared from the side, grabbed the girl with her limbs tied up, and pulled her to the blind spot under the altar to avoid possible subsequent attacks.
Miller grinned mockingly, his mouth slightly deformed after the rage he unleashed. He suppressed the increasingly intense breathing difficulties, and once again gathered new wind blades in his hands, shooting them downwards one after another, carefully avoiding the blood-soaked symbols and patterns beside the altar, and smashed them towards Angel, intending to get rid of this witch before the disease in his body broke out.
The next moment, he suddenly noticed that the ruby necklace on Angel's chest flashed, and then the low and rapid ancient Hermes language came into his ears:
"exile!"
What? Isn't she a witch?
Just as Miller became alert, he was hit by an invisible and powerful force, pushing him away from Angel - and this was the ceiling of the cave.
"Bang--"
A crashing sound resounded throughout the cave, and the enraged Miller's body, which had grown taller and stronger, slammed hard on the uneven ceiling, falling onto the altar below with a rain of gravel.
The successive collisions and falls made Miller dizzy for a short time. He groped to support his body and was about to use the strong wind to fly back into the sky, when suddenly a figure that was getting bigger and bigger appeared in his eyes.
Wind Blade...
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, before he raised his hand, the sharp bone sword pierced through his sternum with great force, cutting through his heart and spine at the back, and then slanted downward and nailed it to the center of the altar.
"Heh, cough cough——"
Miller lay on his back, his hands struggling to grab the sword that was nailing him, blood foam gushing out of his mouth and spraying into the air with his coughs. The blood brought out by the bone sword that pierced his body flowed into the altar that he tried to water with the blood of innocent people, outlining more symbols and patterns.
A dark red light flickered in his eyes, and his tenacious vitality allowed him to hold on even after his heart broke, as if he wanted to get up from the ground.
"Go meet your 'weather god'."
Angel whispered, and his spirituality was injected into the "Sun Brooch" on his chest. The golden fire of purification flowed along the sword into the body of the fallen "Wind-loving One", burning away his last vitality.
Swish——
The bone sword shrank and turned back into a "knight bracelet" and returned to Angel's left wrist. At the same time, an indescribable feeling of fatigue and powerlessness also returned to her body. That was the negative effect of this magical item.
Without the support of the bone sword, Miller's body gushed out more blood, almost equal to the total blood volume of the three previous sacrifices.
Angel also shook the blood off her hands, some of it was Miller's and some of it was her own.
Just now, in order to switch the soul that was herded by the "Rose Necklace" under the bombardment of wind blades and use the extraordinary ability of "Judge", she had to endure several sharp wind blade attacks. Although she was not hit in the vital parts, she still had a few scars on her hands.
Fortunately, they were only superficial injuries, and the necklace's inherent healing ability could quickly repair these wounds.
After confirming that Miller was dead, she looked at the battlefield below the altar.
The three Mandated Punishers had already dealt with the six zombies transformed from the cultists. Their golden purification bullets were almost endless, and they could kill a monster with just a few shots. The flying heads that kept floating in the sky, but had no target to attack, also fell to the ground one by one under the electric shock of the "Lightning Wand", losing their second life.
After dealing with these monsters, Dodge, the captain of the Punishers, rubbed out the spiritual fire, relit the surrounding sacrificial candles, and looked at the bishop's body on the altar with a sullen face.
He was not injured in the battle, but his face showed signs of fatigue.
It seems that this team of Mandated Punishers should be able to handle this incident without my help... Angel glanced at the three Mandated Punishers, assessing their combat effectiveness.
Although Bishop Miller was a Sequence 6 Wind-Blessed One, he clearly lacked combat experience and was even foolish enough to leap into the air in the narrow cave, becoming a sitting duck.
While those headless zombies looked scary, they posed no threat to Beyonders. Even if Angel wasn't here, the three Mandated Punishers could easily deal with the fallen bishop and his men.
But without me, the delayed Mandated Punisher team would definitely not have been able to get here before Donna was sacrificed...
"Donna, it's okay. It's over."
Looking at the girl whose hands and feet were still tied, curled up in a ball with her eyes closed, Angel squatted down with heartache, carefully cut the hemp ropes on her body, helped her up and sat her at the edge of the altar, stroking her bloody cheek.
Feeling the warm touch, Donna opened her eyes and looked at the light golden hair and purple eyes very close to her, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.
"Miss Siren..."
Angel took a deep breath and forced a smile:
"Call me Angelica."
"Sister Angelica, many people died here... Oh, and Cecil, too. She tried to resist and was injured."
As soon as she changed her words and called the right name, Donna stood up from the altar and looked towards the corner of the cave. Cecil was still lying there in a coma, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding.
But the young Mandated Punisher had already stepped forward, quickly inspected it, and then turned back and said:
"Her injuries are severe, but not life-threatening. Perhaps Miller wants to keep her as a living sacrifice."
As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from his windbreaker pocket, unscrewed the cap and poured the medicine into Cecil's mouth.
This reminded Angel of the "Goddess's Gaze" used within the Nighthawks. Perhaps the Mandated Punishers also had similar drugs.
But no matter what, Donna and Cecil's lives were saved... Angel breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes swept across other parts of the cave, lingering for a moment on the three corpses whose blood had been drained and whose skin was pale, and then looked at the other two women whose hands and feet were tied like Donna.
The sacrifices were all young women. It seemed that there were some special requirements for this sacrifice. However, out of seven sacrifices, only four were saved... She couldn't imagine what kind of bloody and desperate scene would be in the cave if she had come ten minutes later.
After the final sacrifice, what will become of Bansy Harbor? Will there be more monsters, thick fog and strong winds that will never dissipate, or will the so-called "Weather God" be resurrected and descend?
Thinking of this, Angel looked at the altar at his feet. Miller's body was no longer bleeding. All the blood in his body was absorbed by the altar. The intricate patterns and symbols engraved around it had been filled with the life of the sacrifice and the sacrificer, appearing an enchanting blood color under the candlelight.
I wonder what the Storm Church plans to do with this altar, will it demolish it directly, or keep it for research on the "Weather God"?
Turning her eyes away from the symbols on the altar, Angel found that the three Mandated Punishers, Cecil, whose breathing had become steady, and the two rescued women had moved to a corner of the cave, and then moved closer, looking at her warily.
"Donna, go check on Cecil."
Angel gently pushed Donna's back, pushing the confused girl away.
"I thought you were going to hold her hostage."
Dodge whispered, a hint of curiosity in his tone, the "Lightning Staff" had returned to the hands of the captain of the Punisher.
The other two Mandated Punishers also held revolvers and silver talismans, and stood in a loose triangle as they had when they entered the cave.
But they didn't point their guns at Angel yet, trying to make the atmosphere in the cave less tense.
"Don't say such harsh words. Weren't we fighting side by side just now?"
Angel said somewhat helplessly. She finally understood the feelings of those wild Beyonders who called the Storm Church a "tyrant." Among the three major orthodox churches in the Kingdom of Loen, the Storm Church's Punishers were undoubtedly the most stringent towards those who wandered in the gray area. Even if they had never broken the law, as long as they were encountered by them, they would inevitably be investigated and interrogated.
After a difficult comparison between "exposing her identity as a Nighthawk" and "confronting the Mandated Punisher head-on", Angel chose the former. She unbuttoned the cuff of her right hand, shook out the silver chain, and prepared to show her secret holy emblem.
At this moment, the altar in the cave, as well as the blood-soaked symbols and patterns around it, all lit up with a dark red light.
————
Snap——
Klein snapped his fingers, and a thin flame shot out from a clump of dry grass above the cliff. The next moment, his body disappeared in the bright yellow flames and reappeared on the dry grass.
Hurry up, faster!
He found the right direction and continued running, stepping over the barely discernible mountain road, jumping over pieces of gravel, and using fire to jump to the other side in places that were impossible to pass, or directly climbing up the steep cliffs.
After climbing up a cliff with a drop of dozens of meters again, he slowed down a little, took out a coin from his pocket, and threw it into the air with a "ding" sound.
"Angel is safe and sound at the moment."
He looked up at the tumbling penny, muttered to himself, and reached out to catch the coin.
At this moment, at the end of his sight, the thick fog lingering in the mountains seemed to be dispersed by an invisible hand, first spreading into a ring, then gradually fading, and disappearing without a trace in a few seconds, revealing the obscured crimson moon and the mountain top pointing to the sky.
bite--
The coin passed by Klein's hand and fell on the gravel road with a crisp sound.
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