Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 354: Kill Them All (2)

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In the dream world, Soest was concentrating on maintaining the dream, working with other Red Gloves to try to drag Utravsky into the dream again to fight against his own senior deacon. Suddenly, he noticed that Leonard's figure behind him was a little blurry.

He frowned and looked at the others. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he gently scolded:

"concentrate!"

Leonard's blurry figure immediately became real. He looked around and said to Soest cautiously:
"Captain, I'm worried about the people in the Harvest Church. I was just checking their condition."

"You don't need to worry about those things. There are people among us who specialize in maintaining their dreams and vital signs."

Soest said, "Only a small number of people here are followers of the Earth Mother, and most of them are of Feynapotter descent, or Feynapotter people who came to Loen to settle, trade, or work. The rest are just ordinary people seeking refuge here. After completing the mission, we still have to take over this place and requisition nearby houses to provide more shelter."

"What you need to do now is to concentrate on maintaining the dream and providing assistance to the deacon. The longer you delay, the more dangerous they will be."

Leonard had no choice but to nod after hearing this. He closed both eyes, and the figure in his dream became clear again.

……

Who is this? Why is he not taking the fight seriously?
Emlyn blinked and suddenly realized: "Mother Goddess, he is the 'star'?!"

Indeed! It must be him! In the message conveyed by Mr. Fool, Star said that he would follow me to the Harvest Church, and happened to be near me! Is he hinting that I should go from his side? I can indeed inform Bishop Utravsky to leave from this direction, as long as he is willing! As long as I act well enough with Star, maybe I can really escape!

Emlyn's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body. Thank you Tarot Club, thank you The Fool, thank you Mother, no, thank you Ancestor, it's so cool to have someone on the other side! Even in such a dangerous situation, there is still a chance to escape!
The premise is that the priest doesn’t get killed during this period of time. After all, he is only Sequence 6, and I still have to provide some support... Emlyn quickly turned his head to look in the direction of Utravsky, only to see that the "Dawn Knight", who was still as powerful as ever despite his age, was holding the bottles of potions he had given him in his pocket, resisting the power of the dream of sleep while fending off the attack of the senior deacon "Spirit Witch".

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and even the ferocious and rough-looking Punisher looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Shackles of the Abyss!"

Coincidentally, the Punisher also glanced in the direction of the senior deacon, as if wondering whether to provide some help. Emlyn, who had been greatly enhanced by the moonlight, immediately seized the opportunity to throw out an extraordinary ability. The liquefied shadow suddenly wrapped around the limbs of the Punisher, who was surrounded by a strong wind, as if to strangle him directly. The Punisher snorted nonchalantly, and the dense dark blue subcutaneous scales emerged like dark patterns, and easily broke free from the shackles wrapped around his arms.

"where is it?"

He was in no hurry to break the shackles on his legs, because that would attract the blood clan viscount to attack. Storm Path was not good at spiritual tracking or divination, but Emlyn would inevitably condense some bats back into entities at the moment of launching the attack, which would hinder the flow of wind!
The wind behind him suddenly changed its trajectory, like a wave hitting a reef.

In an instant, the Punisher turned around suddenly, with white lightning flashing wildly on his fist. Along with his roaring singing, he collided head-on with an exaggerated, pure black claw that was flashing with blood!

boom!
Seeing that the attack did not have much effect, Emlyn immediately used the moonlight to teleport back into the shadows and lay dormant again.

"What a great strength! His physical strength is comparable to ours. He is indeed a barbarian living on the sea!"

He shook his arms and felt as if more than one of his finger bones were broken, and were now repairing themselves with numbness and tingling.

The highly corrosive claws also left a deep and shallow mark on the Punisher, scratching the dark scales under the skin and trying to get into the flesh. It was as if hydrochloric acid was poured on metal, making a continuous hissing sound.

Sailors at a low sequence level would master some water-attributed healing spells. The Punisher treated the wound, washed away the corrosiveness, and the Dark Scales began to gradually regenerate.

"Just one strike?" He was somewhat puzzled. "Under the moonlight, he had a speed that was almost like teleportation. I almost didn't react just now. Didn't he try to attack me continuously?"

"It may be a disguise. He doesn't want to reveal more of his strength..."

"…But why did he hide himself? Does he have other means? Want to delay time and wait for reinforcements?"

As the Punisher thought about this, he raised his leg and broke the shackles, then looked around with a frown. He felt dizzy after looking at the red moonlight for too long.

The spirits and spiritual creatures bathed in the red moonlight seemed to have stronger aggressiveness, and they showed different enhancements. Although Utravsky's Dawn Storm repeatedly drove them away, it was never able to completely eliminate them.

Although the attack of the Dawn Knight looked very intimidating, in fact the senior deacon did not suffer any damage. Not only was he able to move flexibly in the attack of the Dawn Storm, even the contracted spirit was only injured but not dead!

Emlyn thought of something and his pupils shrank slightly.

The members of the Church of Night are good at tending to spirits and undead creatures. They can gain power from the spirit world, and the enhanced femininity brought by the moon is also a suitable environment for them... Emlyn suddenly realized that he was not the only one who benefited from the environment with strong feminine power. He quickly hid the moon in this area, fearing that he would cause a disaster if he was not careful.

"What is this vampire doing, using the moon as a lamp?"

The red moonlight disappeared, and along with it the enhancements it provided to the realms of darkness and death. The Mandated Punisher was a little confused, but adhering to the principle of not looking down on the other party, he took out a round object from his arms and held it in front of his chest with both hands. "It just so happens that you got the moonlight environment first, and now this thing is finally useful."

He slowly raised the round object, and when it was raised above his head, the area that had just darkened was instantly filled with golden light, as if it had reached noon! The bats that were enveloped by the light instantly turned into black mist and disappeared. Emlyn also suddenly felt a slight tingling in his mind. He was horrified and immediately hid at the back of the church, hiding in the shadows and peeking at the sun.

"If I don't maintain the moonlight environment, I will be in danger. If I maintain the moonlight environment, the priest will be in danger!"

"Under this situation, there is no way I can get close to the direction of the 'star'..."

Emlyn's expression became more serious than ever before. He regretted not renting the notebook that could record extraordinary abilities from the "magician" in advance. Even if the extraordinary abilities obtained through any other means were weaker, they would be much more useful than the one that was completely restrained now!
At the same time, Bishop Utravsky squinted his eyes, the strong sunlight made him a little uncomfortable.

Then he yawned, and his squinted eyes seemed unable to open.

The senior deacon never stopped influencing him with dreams and tranquility, and as time went by, the effect of the potion that resisted sleeping was about to disappear.

……

In the battle that was not long but definitely not short, the spirit was stretched to the limit until the brute force was finally gradually exhausted.

"It's an admirable power," said Krestel Cecima.

One of his legs and the hand holding the bone sword were a little unsteady, Maria kicked his shin bone and broke it, and then persevered in breaking the other good leg. Although Dark Path was good at fighting, he was not good at head-on confrontation with the barbarians.

If the bone sword had been replaced with an ordinary seal or shield, it would probably have been broken by now.

To be fair, as one of the senior deacons of the Red Gloves and a future saint, Crestai Cecima certainly knows clearly the style of the Pilgrimage Sect and its many subordinate organizations. Cooperation with cults such as the Aurora Society can only be said to be the most impeachable point, but they also cooperate with the church, secular power institutions, the Rose School, and the Moss Ascetic Order. Apart from that, there is nothing much to say about this secret organization.

He also frequently went to the East District, saw the behavior of Maria and other members, and inspected the security of the subordinate institutions of the Pilgrimage Sect, all with good results.

"Yes, it is admirable. When you become a Sealed Item, I will admire you even more."

Maria responded indifferently. She tore off a corner of her clothes and twisted it into a long strip. She wrapped the back of her hand tightly around the bloody part and sneered at the equally embarrassed "Sword of the Goddess" with blond hair and green eyes. "Ah, I actually have one more thing to thank you for. Thank you for not taking action before our children were evacuated. Thank you for giving us a chance to buffer and transfer... But this is also something you did wrong. Now that I have no worries, I will not hold back on you."

She wasn't worried about Ademisol - she wasn't worried at all, that was the "lucky guy"!
He could pick up a lottery ticket with a first prize when walking on the street, and the guns of the robbers would misfire when he passed by. What was there for such a lucky person to worry about? When people around him were unlucky, the luck of the "lucky person" could be more vividly reflected. What a coincidence, today Admisol was not in the East District because he had to connect with other factories, and because he had to move the goods, he also took the zombie Gavin with him.

Mr. Z has already passed the information using the unique method of a secret praying person. There are definitely many Aurora Society members hiding around the East District. As long as one of them can see the message, the Dark Saint will have a chance to fight back.

At this time, Maria noticed that her shoelaces were undone. She ignored Crestai Cecima who seemed to want to speak, squatted down as if no one was around, and reached out to tie the leather straps on her shoes tightly.

After reinforcing the laces of both shoes, she supported herself on the ground and stood up.

The next moment, the distance between her and Cecima suddenly distorted, and she appeared directly in front of the other party. At the same time, the other party also reacted and quickly raised the bone sword in his hand. The breath of disaster and fear resisted the laws of the East District.

If the law here is recognized - that the one who wields violence is the master, then Krestai, who is slightly inferior in strength, will be at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, a stone hit the bone sword, and Creste's arm suddenly became extremely heavy. The power of bribery made him prepare his neck for death. The bone sword emitted a bright white light. He turned his head slightly, and the hand that seemed to be able to tear his neck directly was affected by bad luck, brushing past his shoulder and tearing off the clothes on his shoulder along with a piece of flesh.

The wound began to stop bleeding automatically, and the holy object enhanced its self-healing ability. Krestey was shocked to find that the "bribe" seemed to still be effective, and the flesh and blood on his shoulder seemed to suddenly become out of control, as if another will was born, and tearing pain continued to come!

The bribery effect of a stone should have disappeared! He stepped back to distance himself, gnashing his teeth and asking:

"What did you give me?"

Maria smiled and dodged the blade of the relic.

There was a cold murderous intent in her eyes:
"I present to you a precious piece of flesh and blood of my dear companion."

Pfft!

Eyes and faces grew out of Krestai's shoulders, and arms were also growing, as if many tiny humans were about to walk out of it!
TBC
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Double update.

(End of this chapter)