Chapter 1058 Louis d'Orleans
Sherlock is like Thor.
He held a long staff in hand, and lightning instantly filled the entire long corridor. Even the extremely long-range areas that his spells could not reach were instantly spread due to the chain mechanism of the lightning chain.
——All this is because of the spell anchoring effect provided by Yasen!
Even if the enemy is completely out of sight, even if they are not sensed or visually locked, they can still hit the enemy with 100% accuracy!
"Spell Anchoring" is such an unreasonable "guaranteed hit" benefit.
In principle, it doesn't guarantee a hit. It simply gives the spell a life of its own, allowing it to automatically find its path. Casting Fireball while anchored will give it a weak guide, swerving like a missile towards the enemy—but even then, it can be evaded by premature detonation or high-speed maneuvers, as it doesn't increase its trajectory speed.
But lightning spells are different.
As long as you lock it, you will win!
Even a transcendent being at the fifth or sixth energy level would never be able to avoid lightning!
It was more like a whip than a chain. Lightning power continuously condensed from Sherlock's staff, arcs of electricity crackling and dancing on everyone - every time someone fell, the arc immediately jumped to the next person.
Sherlock actually had no idea about the effect of "Spell Anchoring", a unique spell of the fourth level of the Path of Beauty - not even Arsene himself knew.
But he used his wisdom alone to deduce the effect of this state and instantly thought of the most correct way to use it!
——This first chain lightning almost cleared the field.
Nearly half of those blood servants were mortals, while some had reached the energy levels of the Path of Love or the Path of Devotion. However, the highest level among them had not even reached the fourth energy level and was instantly destroyed by Sherlock's spell.
However, those Moon Children with "particularly thick blood" cannot be killed by electrocution in a short time... the lightning will gather on them and jump repeatedly.
It tore through flesh and blood like a drill, emitting a burnt smell.
Electric light was still dancing on the charred corpses and gray stone statues.
If Sherlock had been like that a few years ago, he wouldn't have killed anyone. Regardless of the person's good or evil, he'd always spare their life. Edward, on the other hand, was incredibly ruthless. He showed no mercy when it came to reading minds, searching souls, and destroying the minds and souls of others.
Because in Avalon, murder is a serious crime - even a minister can be prosecuted and imprisoned for "murder". No matter who the person is or what crime he has committed, he must be tried and convicted by the Law Court or the Arbitration Hall.
Regardless of whether this was due to the failure of the political struggle, at least the fact that it was announced as a "reason" proved that Avalon attached great importance to the law.
At least for Xingti and Iris, such matters were completely unimportant. No one would be surprised that "a noble lord would actually kill someone." Rather, it would be more surprising if someone came forward to prove that they had no life on their hands.
Sherlock is not so much a follower of the rules as he is afraid of trouble.
On the one hand, he was careful not to leave any weaknesses that could be exploited; on the other hand, he was always unscrupulous during his investigations and was not afraid of danger at all.
This is undoubtedly contradictory and conflicting. It is precisely because of this conflict that Shylock is always in a state of internal friction.
But now, Sherlock has grown up.
——With the ascension of Isabel to the throne and the appointment of Aiwass as Pope, he gradually became less cautious.
But follow your inner impulse.
He had long wanted to take action against these Moon Children.
These blood slaves—they can't even be considered human beings.
Once branded by the Moon Child's enchanting kiss, it's nearly impossible to escape control on their own. They can't harbor any negative or harmful thoughts toward their master... and if they aren't being sucked blood for a long time, they'll experience unbearable loneliness and emptiness; once their blood is being sucked, they'll experience intense satisfaction.
With each blood-sucking, they become more deeply controlled. For them, blood-sucking is no longer a punishment or exploitation, but a reward—they will do anything without scruples just to be sucked. Even if the Enchanted Kiss itself can be dispelled as a curse, the changed heart has become irredeemably corrupted.
Punishing evildoers is also for the sake of justice!
but……
Suddenly, Sherlock paused, and the wand that was constantly discharging electricity suddenly stopped buzzing.
He realized something else.
Even if the Blood Slave was a heinous criminal and the Moon Child wasn't even human... there were bound to be innocent people captured in this room. Even if he was out of sight, the lightning chain would still capture them.
"Don't worry," Aiwass's voice rang out from the white mist, "If you are worried about innocent people...
"I will bring them back. Believe in my healing ability... As long as it's someone you want to save, even if they're dead, I'll find a way to bring them back to life."
The moment the crackling sound of lightning stopped, Aiwass guessed what Sherlock was thinking.
As he spoke, he continued to pace forward.
As a healer, he walked in front of the three people and stood at the front of the cone formation.
"Don't worry about that," Aiwass' voice was calm and gentle, but full of a sense of reliability, "you two, fire at will.
"I bear all the responsibilities, and I heal all the pain..."
"—In the name of our ancestors."
A calm voice suddenly interrupted Aiwass: "Establish this place as a place of peace."
A gust of wind carrying the smell of blood suddenly blew past.
Sherlock immediately grabbed Aiwass and stopped. Yassen was the first of the three to react—he shut his mouth and cautiously held the dagger at his waist.
The white mist gradually thinned and dissipated.
The scene spell was canceled, and the buffs and protections were dispelled. Even the azure rune light band around Sherlock's neck faded and disappeared—that was the effect of the activated "Foolish Chant Tantra."
In front of the three people, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous black and red dress appeared.
It was a dress very similar to the old aristocratic style of the Hellas Empire, like the clothes Bayard had worn when he pretended to be Aleister.
He had a thin face and neatly styled black curly hair. His back was straight, his left hand clasped behind his back, his right gripping a cane. His delicate goatee gave him a touch of the elegance of an elder.
The middle-aged man stood in the bright candlelight, looking alone at the three people in the dim corridor.
Behind him were clean and bright tables, chairs and candlesticks, while around Aiwass and the other two were gray stone statues and charred corpses.
The middle-aged man looked at the three of them, frowning slightly. There was no emotion in his scarlet eyes.
Neither angry nor afraid, but like a director examining actors, he scrutinized their behavior with the sharpest eyes.
Aiwass said slowly: "Louis d'Orléans... Count Orléans, right?"
"It's me."
Louis shifted his gaze from Yassen to Aiwass and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was silent for a long time before he said calmly, “I don’t know you, stranger of my kind.
"Who is your 'father'?"
(End of this chapter)
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