Firefly Journey

They had been close friends for many years, and their understanding was beyond words. Now that the Black Knight had decided to take action, it would be swift and decisive.

The space was narrow and there was only one path. The two moved with lightning speed, heading straight for the kneeling man's back.

The kneeling monster was probably a high-level superhuman, and since this was his home turf, he still noticed their attacks no matter how fast they were moving.

The man flipped over and retreated towards the viscous substance, but before he could retreat, the Black Knight's divine message arrived even faster.

An ice wall rose from the ground and stood in front of the viscous monster. The monster casually waved his hand, and the resulting magical energy wave struck the ice wall, but it didn't even leave a crack.

A flicker of fear crossed his face beneath the hood. The one who could render his methods, those of a third-level awakener, ineffective was probably also a third-level awakener.

Simpson Bard wasn't idle either. As a second-awakened "Light Chaser," he immediately used Oracle. However, his target wasn't the strange man blocked by the Black Knight, but rather the viscous monster covered in blood!

The element of light has always been the nemesis of all filth.

Although it's impossible to tell exactly what this filth is at a glance, it's safe to say that it's either the mother of an evil god or a vessel for its descent. It's always a good idea to get rid of it.

As for the Black Knight's combat situation, he had no need to worry at all. Unless the evil god himself descended, or the most prestigious figures from various factions in Yicheng made a move, there was no possibility of him being defeated.

The viscous monster was more resilient than Simpson had imagined.

The purifying light shone on its body, but the effect was not obvious. The disgusting filth quickly gathered together and shrank back into its body.

Immediately afterwards, the viscous monster began to shake wildly, running around erratically as if it had lost its mind.

It seems that strong light is not ineffective, but rather its resistance is too strong.

Over there, just as he was about to fall into the hands of the Black Swordsman, a resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the mysterious strange man.

The next moment, his body shrank at a visible speed, and the part inside the skin completely dissolved, leaving only a flat skin.

The instant the monster finished self-melting, the viscous monster seemed to have its life force severed, and its swaying body fell silent.

The Black Swordsman dispelled the ice wall, examined the area briefly, and said, "He's already dead."

Simpson asked, "What exactly is this disgusting thing?"

The Black Knight pondered for a moment and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be a container used to resurrect the evil god."

“A container?” Simpson frowned. “The ancient evil gods were either destroyed or vanished without a trace. The energy they needed to recover is not something this thing can provide.”

The Black Knight added, "Yes, so this is one of the containers. There are many more of these in other unknown corners of Yicheng."

Simpson was startled: "The Vatican has never noticed this before."

The Black Knight's eyes narrowed: "Perhaps, but if someone is willing to help them cover it up, it will be much easier."

“You mean…” Simpson’s face fell, “that someone in the Papacy, or one of the Seven Great Families, has already sided with the evil god?”

"This is just speculation. It could be seeking refuge or mutual assistance, but either way, it's not a good thing for the common people of Yicheng."

Simpson was silent for a while before finally saying, "I know why you left."

He punched the sewer wall next to him: "The inaction of the Papacy, coupled with the corruption of the nobles within the Duchy, has created a circle of interests among them that no longer allows people like you and me to interfere."

The Black Knight said, "It's hard to say about the Vatican. After all, His Holiness the Pope is a mysterious figure, and no one knows whether he knows about it or not. But putting aside today's incident, several Grand Dukes are also a menace, as you and I have witnessed with our own eyes."

Simpson wholeheartedly agreed, citing the Demos family, for example, and at least that guy Ritt had his abuse of power written all over his face.

"Before I head north, I'll eradicate this current crisis completely." The Black Knight looked earnestly at his friend. "You'll come with me, right?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? When have I ever not been on your side?"

Simpson chuckled. It seemed Cassius had become disillusioned with the Duchy even earlier than he had. Having such a friend was his good fortune, and also the good fortune of Icheng.

"Alright, the tasks ahead will only be more difficult. Be prepared, because an evil god might suddenly descend one day, and there's no warning of such a thing."

Simpson said, "It didn't exist before, but it does now. You and I are the harbingers."

Immediately afterward, he asked, "Should we inform the Vatican about this?"

The Black Knight thought for a moment and said, "Apart from His Holiness the Pope, in the current situation, even the three high priests might have defected to the evil god. I can't say. Let me think of a way to see if I can report directly to His Holiness the Pope."

When he was a student in St. Louis, he had seen the Pope, and even from a distance, he was certain that he was a true follower of the light.

"But His Holiness the Pope's whereabouts are unpredictable. How will you notify him?"

The Black Knight sighed: "I don't know, but it's all up to us."

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Inside a villa in the Lanworth district, a naked man crawled out of a sewer drain in the yard. Moonlight shone on him, and incredibly, his skin was a terrifying red, covered in pustules—a truly horrifying sight in the middle of the night.

The man stumbled into the room, his safe house, where no one was usually around. He easily found his clothes and put them on, which calmed his panic a little.

After sitting in the bedroom for half an hour, Borington McDonald, who had regained his composure, urgently contacted his men and asked them to come to the safe house as soon as possible.

Less than half an hour later, everyone was present. His face darkened, and he addressed his subordinates:

“My Lord has a breeding ground that has been discovered and destroyed. Be careful in your actions recently, and don’t give anything away.”

"However, there's no need to worry too much. The actions in the shadows will temporarily cease for a while, and things will continue as usual on the surface."

"Boss, will the Vatican find out too?" Noah White, who had been promoted to a high-ranking position in the organization and received the blessing of the evil god, asked.

"Don't worry, do you think that old bastard Conrad is 'Thunder' Texas? Even if the two who destroyed my main vessel appeal to the Holy See, he won't be able to dig us out."

Besides, we're not entirely without friends. Those people in Congress can just talk to him, and we'll still be fine.

Hearing the president's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine; it was just a matter of lying low for a while. They were least afraid of waiting because they had already waited for countless days and nights, so a little longer wouldn't make a difference.

Once the containers are full and the energy is abundant, and the great master descends upon Yicheng, they will all be protected and will surely rise to prominence, no longer needing to hide.

At that time, we'll be able to do whatever we want!