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

Chapter 356: Kill Them All (4)

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"caught you!"

The Punisher's voice sounded beside Emlyn. The wind carried the smell of sea water and dust, which greatly interfered with the vampire's enhanced keen sense of smell. Coupled with the lack of moonlight, the bat that Emlyn transformed into was bitten tightly by the Punisher.

A claw that had turned into a sea monster firmly grasped the bat wing behind Emlyn. There were webbed fingers, extremely long nails, and scales covering every inch of skin below the elbow.

The other hand tried to grab his collar and hair, but Emlyn twisted it away.

"release!"

Emlyn shrank his neck to avoid several wind blades that were chasing and cutting at his head. The wind here was completely controlled by the enemy, and his bat wings could only provide some floating effect that was better than nothing.

I was about to take it back, but I didn't expect to be caught anyway.

Emlyn turned his head with gritted teeth and poured a bottle of potion hidden in his sleeve over the Punisher's head. The other party immediately countered his move and set up a wind barrier in front of him to block all the potions.

The two men fought in the air above the church, and the potions all fell onto the roof of the church like water.

The Mandated Punisher was also annoyed by Emlyn's unsystematic fighting skills. The almost evenly matched strength and almost disorganized fight made him feel as if he was back in his school days when he would fight with his classmates on impulse, relying on his brain and limbs to do his own things without any skills or system, trying to defeat his opponent with luck - the Mandated Punisher had not fought such a fight since he became a Beyonder.

Both of them were injured, but it was not fatal, and it was not even a case of mobility impairment.

The attack missed, and the pitch-black corrosive claws immediately grabbed the scale-covered arm of the Punisher. Emlyn hardened his heart and put his wings within the attack range, as if he was going to exchange one of his bat wings for the opponent's arm, forcing the Punisher to let go.

After getting out of the shackles, he immediately slipped away and hid in a shadowy corner where the sunlight could not reach.

Although he was very unskilled, Emlyn did indeed gain some combat experience in this life-threatening battle, and gradually became familiar with his extraordinary abilities... Although it was ridiculous to say this, it was the truth.

The life span of vampires is long, and a large family can protect the vampires within it from being easily hunted by other organizations. They do not reveal their reputation, and as a secret organization they are considered neutral. The direct enemies of the vampires are only those people on the "pharmacist" path of the School of Life, and the artificial vampires who have turned to the School of Roses.

Moreover, their family conditions are often very good, and their pace of life tends to be comfortable, without many opportunities for competition and promotion. They often do not encounter a battle for dozens or hundreds of years. Except for those who like war, they basically will not take the initiative to participate.

Among wild extraordinary people and extraordinary organizations, what is linked to status and identity is strength, but in the blood clans with large families and great wealth, what is directly linked is the title, that is, the sequence, and combat effectiveness is secondary.

"(Greetings from the elegant and easy-going Backlund)!"

The Mandated Punisher landed lightly on the roof of the church, surrounded by the wind. After the battle, he was sure that he was fully capable of killing the vampire viscount, but the opponent's excellent self-healing ability and loach-like concealment ability also left him helpless.

He wiped the sweat from his head, and the sweat evaporated quickly. He felt that he was gradually turning into a dried fish drying on the beach. This seal of the "Praiser" path will not madly praise the sun, nor will it madly try to turn the surrounding objects and users into believers of the sun. It is very safe. Its positive effect is to create an environment full of purifying sunlight. The negative effect is to give heat and strong light to everyone in the range without distinguishing between enemies and friends, so that everyone in the range will quickly consume water without distinction, just like walking into a desert at noon.

Fortunately, he is a sailor so he can use it for a while longer.

"What is the Church of Evernight doing? Why isn't it giving me support? Is a Dawn Knight that hard to defeat?"

He thought almost angrily.

On the other side, the morning storm that occupied most of the field finally showed a trend of weakening. When the Dawn Knight used this move, it was like a dozen pieces of sodium metal were thrown into the water at the same time. The blazing white light directly swallowed the senior deacon. The morning storm took away everyone's attention in those few seconds, and also isolated the surrounding dim environment and sunlight.

After the senior deacon was isolated, all members of the Church of Darkness instantly felt the agitation of the spirits. The "spirit witch" who was fighting with Utravsky began to call all the spirits around him. The spirit creatures sealed on the teeth of the red gloves were about to leave their contracted objects. The "corpse collectors" felt the environment begin to get colder, the temperature dropped rapidly, and powerful spirit creatures were constantly attracted here. The weak ones were wiped out on the spot by the morning storm, and the strong ones followed the call to provide help or watched after being tested until they were asked to leave by other members.

Spirits continued to pour in, offsetting the power of the dawn storm, while outsiders could only see a black shadow flashing continuously.

"Why are you suddenly not chasing me anymore? Nothing's wrong, right?"

In the shadows, Emlyn resisted the urge to look out and hurriedly used the last bit of herbs he had to make a simple recovery potion. He felt that he had almost no other options. The environment was not favorable to him. At the same time, the Abyss Shackles and the Claws of Corrosion had limited damage to the Mandated Punisher. He also had not tried the "Blood Servant Transformation" and it failed because he could not send blood into the other party's blood. There have always been folk legends and ways of vampire "First Embrace", and the Mandated Punisher will definitely respond.

At the beginning, when he used teleportation to catch the opponent off guard, he forgot to hide the blood in the Claws of Corrosion, otherwise he might have won by now, and at the very least he could have affected the opponent's physical condition!
Moreover, after realizing that he could make potions with different effects, the Mandated Punishers and the Church of Darkness were consciously preventing them from approaching. As long as they slightly exceeded a certain range, the Red Gloves would work together to pull him into the dream - but Emlyn did not expect that he could still stay awake in the dream, thanks to the paper angel bestowed by Mr. Fool and the prayer screen.

If Utravsky lost, and the senior deacon of the Church of Evernight was free, Emlyn was sure that he would be defeated at a speed too fast to see clearly. He carefully glanced at the wall, but his vision was limited and he saw nothing.

The Dawn Storm blocked everything, including hallucinations, dreams, and weak spirits. Moreover, a large number of spiritual creatures, both strong and weak, were constantly being attracted here. Emlyn almost wanted to see if the other party was holding a job fair in the Dawn Storm.

He could hear sounds coming from the white storm of light. Perhaps Utravsky was fighting off the enemy, or perhaps the spirits were tearing the Dawn Knights apart bit by bit under the control of the witch.

Now, this impenetrable barrier has become shaky.

Emlyn had to admit that he had never thought about these things, nor dared to think about them. The existence of the priest was a habit, a common sense, and something that would not disappear, just like Leonard probably never thought about whether Pales would suddenly leave one day.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, there were also two people who were worried about the current situation, one not far from him, and the other on Sefirah Castle.

Leonard couldn't find any chance to help, and he had become a ruthless poetry reciting machine with a dead heart. Above the gray fog, Klein the Fool propped up his head, Cattleya was in a daze because no one was talking, and the Scepter of Poseidon floated beside his hand, flashing a thin electric current from time to time. Without affecting the maintenance of Sefirah Castle, Klein could only use a lightning storm, and both parties were like friends and colleagues to him, so he had to seize the best opportunity and try not to cause casualties to either side.

The wind of the Mandated Punisher surrounded the square, carefully capturing every discordant flow. Emlyn shrank his head. He didn't dare to think any further, so he forced himself to keep his eyes and attention firmly fixed on the potion in his hand.

At the same time, the dawn storm gradually dissipated, and a shadow floated out first.

Then, a tall figure slowly appeared at the spot.

Emlyn had just finished preparing the medicine in about the same amount of time, and was thinking about which gap he could escape through to transform into a bat.

Then he saw Utaravsky, and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, his heart almost stopped.

At this moment, Emlyn couldn't believe what he saw. Utravsky's Dawn Armor was in tatters. He clearly remembered that he and his parents had attacked together but they hadn't been able to break the opponent's armor into pieces. The priest closed one eye, and an overlapping shadow was clinging to his back. It seemed to be a special spiritual creature, sealing Utravsky's movements like glue.

Still alive... Emlyn listened to the heartbeat with almost fear.

The shadowy Night Senior Deacon floated to one side, with many cracks on his body, his clothes and the skin underneath were cut open, but there was also a special spirit clinging to his body, the spirit was like a bobbin, extending many tiny lines, sewing up the wounds on the Senior Deacon's body like sewing thread. Although there was no bleeding, judging from the distorted expression, it was definitely painful.

Suddenly, the Mandated Punisher swung his hand, and dozens of wind blades flew straight to the back of Utravsky’s head, who was struggling with the Senior Deacon. The latter also reacted, and the thin morning light on his head became solid again.

The armor formed by the light of dawn continued to disappear in the collision with the wind blades, and finally disappeared completely. Utravsky moved his shoulders slightly, and the shoulder armor replaced the neck guard to receive the last three wind blades. Then, the shoulder armor was completely shattered, and his breath weakened again, and his heartbeat was almost inaudible.

The senior deacon looked at the Punisher and nodded.

The surrounding hymns rose slowly like the tide of the night. Leonard recited the hymns along with them, but he couldn't help wanting to stand up several times. Unfortunately, Soest was always watching him out of the corner of his eye, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Blood races have a strong resistance to dreams."

The senior deacon's voice was a little unclear. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and there was a lot of blood between his teeth.

"Maybe he happened to be carrying a targeted seal."

The Mandated Punisher waved his hand casually, and their eyes fell on the shadow in the corner outside the church at the same time. A figure was slowly being outlined. Emlyn looked at Utaravsky's back and bit his back teeth hard.

Klein’s fingers touched the “Poseidon’s Scepter”.

Now, in his opinion, the situation had reached the most dangerous point he could imagine—Utravsky had been defeated in the battle with the deacon of the Church of Evernight, and Emlyn was about to be attacked by two Sequence 5s at the same time.

While Utravsky is still alive...

Just as Emlyn in the picture took the initiative to expose himself, using Scream and Bat Incarnation to interfere with the Red Glove members and interrupt their collective chanting, Klein gently grasped the "Poseidon Scepter", and the gem at the tip condensed silver-white lightning and breeze.

In the real world, just before Leonard was about to rush out, just as the Punisher was about to raise the "Sun" again, silver-white lightning bolts appeared out of nowhere, entangled and raged in the dim night sky, illuminating everything in front of him!
Under the threat of the "Sea God's" breath, the Punisher who obeyed the strong suddenly wanted to retreat, and the "Sun" in his hand was extinguished.

The jungle of thunder and lightning filled everyone's vision. Amid the raging lightning, Emlyn suddenly realized something and dragged Utravsky away!
——But the giant was too heavy, and Emlyn was completely unable to fly. He could only use his enhanced vampire physique to carry the giant on a hidden road.

"Which saint took action..."

Behind them, the Mandated Punisher retreated to a safe area sweating profusely. The aura of the lightning reminded him of their archbishop, but it seemed that this power was even stronger than that of the archbishop!
Fortunately, the lightning storm did not last long, disappearing completely in just ten seconds, leaving only scorch marks on the ground and scattered wood and rocks to prove what had just happened.

The church was also not damaged, but the sound and smell of the lightning storm broke the dream of the Church of Night. There were constant cries coming from the church, and residents were brave enough to peek out of the windows.

The two of them looked at each other and asked, "Do you want to chase me?"

The Mandated Punisher hesitated for a moment. His fear of the scene just now did not diminish at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chase! But this is beyond our capabilities. We need to take in the people first. If there are saints joining the battle, I will notify the archbishop first!"

After saying this, his body floated up, he raised his palms high, and a white lightning shot straight into the sky.

Then, a gust of wind lifted his body up, and the senior deacon was also replaced by a fast-moving spirit. They followed the breath of Emlyn White and ran straight into the distance.

Seeing the two deacons leave, Leonard's heart, which had just calmed down, began to rise again.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and Leonard suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He turned his head somewhat guiltily and stiffly, and saw Soest's expressionless and extremely serious face.

"Perhaps there is something you haven't reported to me yet," he said.

……

"Why are you so heavy!!!"

Emlyn whispered in a somewhat collapsed tone. He supported Utravsky and ran forward. The giant bishop closed his eyes.

"Go, go, go!" At the same time, he stretched out his hand and used the disgusting smell of spiritual creatures to drive away the spirits attached to the giant bishop, and continuously sprinkled special potions on the road to evade tracking and erase his own smell.

About half a minute later, before Emlyn left the area, the abnormal sound of wind approached from behind again.

“Damn it, I’m not really going to die with you, this annoying old man, am I?” Emlyn’s collapse accelerated, but he was just talking, and he even lifted the other man up with his hands, “I thought I could at least lie in the same coffin with my precious collections!”

Suddenly, the bishop raised his head and made a listening gesture. Then he struggled to his feet, looked at Emlyn, and said in a weak but firm voice:

"Put me down."

Emlyn was stunned, and pouted awkwardly: "I don't mean to dislike you..."

“The Mother Goddess gave me a revelation, asking me to pave a way for the saplings that have not yet grown.” Utravsky exerted force on his hands and broke free from the stunned Emlyn’s arms. His expression was as pious as usual, and even more loving.

"Revelation? Okay, okay, I know that's what's written in storybooks. Old men like to cover for young people. I know that!"

Emlyn was stunned for only a second before he reacted and yelled to pull Utravsky away again: “You just drank a little potion, and now you can hardly stand, and you still want to cover me? Run, I can also change the environment to attract moonlight, and I can teleport very quickly!”

Utravsky stood still.

“…Is this true? No way.” Emlyn’s hand that was holding the giant bishop’s clothes slowly slid down. He laughed dryly a few times, his expression a little dull. “I, I know I must be unusual, but, but…Mother Goddess…Ancestor…Why?”

"Why?" he asked again.

Father Utravsky did not answer him. He patted the young vampire's shoulder gently, then grabbed the young vampire by the collar when he was not paying attention, and threw him out like a light stone.

Emlyn even forgot to resist and forgot that he could fly. His hands subconsciously grabbed in the air, as if he had grabbed something important, but also as if he had grabbed nothing.

He opened his hands towards the priest's back, but caught only a blazing white light.

TBC
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Haha, I can’t finish writing this! But even so, I don’t want to stay here forever!

Apart from the squid backstab (which is okay), some of the secret readers are so annoying that I really don’t want to stay with them for even a second.

(End of this chapter)