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Just as she was thinking this, a moist, refreshing breeze with the scent of frankincense came from the left, saving all the ladies' crumbling foundation.

The nobles looked over gratefully, only to see several figures wearing yellow ribbons standing behind ice blocks as tall as two people, casting spells that let cool wind and incense blow slowly towards the nobles.

"Lord Eichmann is truly generous," Miss Monte said in a low voice. "Although the spellcasters are all low-level priests, they are still important combat forces capable of performing miracles. He is willing to let them serve you gentlemen."

It was obvious that despite their outward appearance, Miss Mount and her brother were practically identical.

"After all, all the nobles in the city are here. This is the first time that the Harvest Festival is held in the Golden Dome Church. Naturally, he wants everything to be perfect," Ms. Tira replied in the same voice. In fact, she hoped that Eichmann could send all his manpower so that her plan could proceed smoothly.

She stretched her neck. Even without direct sunlight, Eichmann's shiny blond hair was still noticeable in the distance.

"Is everything arranged? You don't have too many guards, do you? I don't want that lady to be shot down before she even shoots the arrow." Lord Eichmann turned his head and asked Abigail beside him.

Later, Lord Eichmann would need to appear solemn, floating in mid-air like a god, while preaching to the congregation. Therefore, unlike the other nobles, he did not sit under the canopy, but instead set up a separate table in the cool doorway, where he comfortably sipped his chilled wine.

"Of course not, my lord," Abigail lowered her head and spoke sincerely. "As you instructed, I have withdrawn most of the guards. No one who doesn't know the inside story will interfere with her actions. Everything is proceeding smoothly according to your plan."

Eichmann nodded with satisfaction and glanced at Rachel with pride. The Devil of Pleasure was too self-centered and far from being as devoted and obedient as Abigail.

"But," he thought to himself, turning his head to look at Lord Verinster, "I didn't expect Eric to come here today. I have to find a way to hold him back."

Next to the gray-haired Speaker sat a shriveled figure, Eric, the family wizard of the Vlinster family. Even in the hottest weather, he wrapped himself tightly in a brown robe.

"No news yet?" Eric twirled his fingers, and an invisible thread reached into Lord Monte's ear. This way, even without him speaking, he could still communicate with Lord Monte from his heart.

"No," Lord Monte said, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed expression, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest. "I'm not worried. After all, we don't need them to actually kill the demon. Forcing her to reveal her true form in public is enough, isn't it?"

After a long moment, Eric continued speaking in his mind: "Although I have confirmed the identity of the devil, we still haven't found the source of your information. I have a feeling that today will bring unexpected complications."

"This is why you haven't been able to compete with your cousin," Lord Monte pointed out. "You've been a mage for too long. If we need to eliminate all risks before taking action, then we won't have to do anything."

Eric Willinster pursed his dry lips. Monte's words stung him, but he knew it was the truth.

"I have no personal grudge against the Vlinster family," Lord Monte pressed. "I simply don't believe someone as indecisive as your nephew, young Peter, can steer the ship of Emerald Harbor. That's why I'm working with you. Please don't act like him, being so indecisive."

"The Velinsters have lost the courage to face the storm. We don't need to know the source of the news. We just need to know that they also want Eichmann to be embarrassed."

Eric clenched his left fist hidden in his sleeve. Monte's words made sense. He didn't need to care about what others thought. He just needed to know that he couldn't let Eichmann gain popularity and shake the foundation of Verlinster.

While Master Eric was waiting for news from the knights, Hopper, who was squatting in the house, was also waiting for the same news.

Yes, she was the one who leaked the news to Verinster. With the help of the Transfiguration Ring and Charming Humans, she was not worried at all that the Verinster or Monte families would track her down.

She was more worried about whether Lord Monte was as hateful and ruthless as the legend said, and what actions he would take.

As for the reason for not choosing Ms. Hearthheart, it is very simple. Since there is a traitor, there may be a second one.

Hopper didn't bother to care who betrayed Lady Hearthheart. If she couldn't control her allies, why would the succubus help her clean up the mess?

"Actually, I haven't completely placed my trust in you, but I hope you won't let me down, Lord Monte," Hopper muttered to himself, looking down at the silver-gray longbow in his hand.

Hope is a luxury and placebo for the weak, while the devil only believes in himself.

She took a deep breath, the slightly fishy harbor air filling her lungs. The devil looked down at the crowded crowd, feeling his heartbeat gradually quicken, bringing a familiar sense of tension.

As the sun rose to its highest point, Hopper could already see two priests on the magnificently decorated platform opposite him, casting buff spells for the archbishop, and divine lights of various colors began to shine on his body.

The succubus didn't wait for Lord Monte to take action. She sighed, stepped one foot onto the windowsill, raised her longbow, aimed at the archbishop in the distance, and pulled hard.

"Quickly destroy the enemy," the longbow sang, and the entwined silver thread began to glow.

"I swear to kill Eichmann of Emerald Harbor, the Archbishop of the Perfect Man"

"Kill without mercy!" said the longbow with hatred, and the entire bow lost its luster and entered sniper mode.

Author's words: Blue Moon: This elegant silver-gray composite longbow has silver-plated ends and is inlaid with silver elven-style patterns.

You can use this bow as a regular Vengeance Bow. However, its full power is only realized when wielded by a creature of elven blood. In this case, Blue Moon not only functions as a Vengeance Bow, but also gains the additional effects of Dream Shattering and Ice Blast. Furthermore, when a creature of elven blood uses Blue Moon's Vengeance effect to attack a target enemy, the first three arrows fired deal an additional 3d6 points of cold damage. This damage increases by an additional 3d6 points when the user reaches 5 HD, and for every 5 HD thereafter.

Dream Shatter: Attacks with this Dream Shatter weapon ignore the miss chance of any illusion effect (including simulated illusions, such as the displacement ability of a Displacer Beast). However, before attacking a fully concealed target, you must first confirm their correct location. This is a continuous effect that does not require activation.

Additionally, once per day, you can activate your dream-shattering weapon to destroy the illusion.

【冰爆】：攻击成功时，冰爆武器造成额外1d6点寒冷伤害，重击时还会再造成1d10点寒冷伤害。如果武器的重击倍数为x3，则再增加2d10点寒冷伤害；如果是x4，则再增加3d10点。弓、弩和投石索自动将寒冷的能量灌注在其发射的弹药中。

Chapter 182: Greetings from Hell

"It's time." Eichmann looked up at the high sun and signaled the pastor standing beside him to move aside.

He nodded gently to Rachel who was standing behind him, tapped the ground with his toes, and a pair of pure white wings of light suddenly spread out behind him, lifting him up steadily and slowly rising into the air.

As the archbishop climbed higher and higher, his vision widened. Golden sunlight streamed down, bathing him in a divine glow. The sea breeze whipped his vestments, rustling through the air as if he were a god descending to earth. From the crowd below, exclamations of admiration echoed. Eichmann listened, feeling his entire body light. In that moment, it seemed as if it wasn't magic that carried him soaring, but rather the overflowing satisfaction and pride within him.

"Dear nobles, residents of Emerald Harbor, and guests from outside," he began confidently. His hoarse yet captivating voice, lent by magical power, resounded like a bell throughout the square. "Today, we gather on this land embraced by waves of wheat and ocean to celebrate the joy of the harvest."

Just as the applause of the believers in the square rang out like thunder, Eichmann caught a glimpse of a striking red figure in the attic diagonally below, jumping out of the window and flying into the air.

"So you chose Tiefling?" The Archbishop was very satisfied with the devil's choice. The evil devil bastard intended to assassinate God's spokesperson, but was beheaded on the spot after failing. What a perfect script.

Moreover, at the moment the devil appeared, familiar magical fluctuations condensed around him, and powerful force formed a transparent sphere around the archbishop, completely protecting him.

"Very sharp, Rachel," he thought to himself, everything went as planned, the actors were already in place, just waiting for the show to begin.

Hopper stood by the attic window, checking the quiver on her back one last time to make sure every arrow was safe. Then, she took a deep breath and leaped lightly out the window. In an instant, her membranous wings spread out with a whoosh, and she soared into the sea breeze.

Eichmann's voice came clearly into Hopper's ears. While adjusting the angle of his wings and taking advantage of the rising air currents to quickly rise, he silently calculated the timing in his mind, looking for an angle that could avoid interference from the sunlight.

"No, not yet," she whispered to herself. The screams of the crowd below were already rising and falling; they had clearly spotted the demon. But that didn't matter. Hopper was confident that Eichmann wouldn't let the guards shoot the moment they saw her. She had plenty of time to aim.

Finally, when Hopper saw Eichmann's eyes on her, she knew that the other party was ready.

"First lesson, dear Archbishop," the devil muttered to herself as she pulled out a pure white arrow from her quiver, which she had prepared herself. "Devils respect order, but if you think you can control a devil by relying on order, you are gravely mistaken."

She yanked the Blue Moon longbow in her hand. Sensing the presence of her sworn enemy, the bow uttered a crisp, low hum, and an extremely cold force instantly spread like a surging tide. Ice quickly enveloped the entire bow from the handle at a visible speed.

"Today! Eichmann! You will die because of your arrogance, and even your God cannot save you!"

Hopper's roar echoed through the air. The soaring red devil and her declaration captured the entire audience's attention, and the terrified believers erupted in screams, curses, and prayers. The nobles frantically shouted, "Catch the assassin!" and scrambled to hide behind their guards. However, two groups within the crowd stared intently at the mid-air devil, each with a different expression.

"Damn it, is this also your arrangement, Monte?" Eric cursed in his heart. His palms had already changed seven or eight seals, but he found in despair that he did not have a suitable spell to deal with the current situation - after all, he originally expected to encounter the exposure of the devil rather than being assassinated.

Before he could wait for Monte's answer, he heard the muffled sound of a vibrating bowstring piercing the sky.

Seeing the icy arrow, a long trail of flames, streaking through the air as it hurtled towards him, Eichmann let out a smile of astonishment. He had known that the devil would find a way to exploit the bow, but it didn't matter. He let her have her way. No weapon could penetrate his invincible defenses.

However, the next second, Eichmann's smile froze on his face.

The sharp arrow silently penetrated the protection and approached three feet in front of him.

Eichmann's mind was blank. He had no time to think about what was happening. He subconsciously activated his last life-saving method. At the moment before the arrow hit him, he transformed himself into a void spiritual state and disappeared on the spot.

The arrow passed unhindered through where his heart should have been, but caused no harm.

Rachel was also stunned by the sudden change in front of her. She had no idea why the protective magic had failed. The worry that had been lingering in her heart finally bore bitter fruit. She sprinted forward two steps, thinking of a hundred ways to rescue the foolish bishop.

At that moment, she looked up to see the arrow pass harmlessly through Eichmann, and was met with a sly smile on Hopper's face. The succubus drew his bow again, the string taut as a full moon, and between his lips, Rachel recognized the word—"Silent Phantom"!

Then, everyone heard a sound far louder than the previous one, like thunder in the clear sky.

Rachel and Eichmann instantly understood what the damned Devil had done. Her first arrow had been an illusion created with her innate magical ability! Her true target was the Devil of Pleasure!

Rachel reacted extremely quickly. Out of her devilish instinct, she subconsciously chose the most correct and most beneficial approach - grabbing the mirror on her chest and transferring the shield to herself.

Then, Hopper's second arrow came with the force of thunder.

"Boom!" The moment the arrow struck, a violent explosion echoed. Blue-gray bricks and stones crumbled like a torrential rain. Coarse dust, engulfing the broken oak beams, rose into a cloud of dust that obscured the sun in the daylight. The nobles in the square screamed and fled in all directions, the scene descending into chaos.

Yudi panted with lingering fear. With the power of that arrow, if she hadn't activated her magic in time, she would have been unable to maintain her human form even if she didn't die. Everything she had painstakingly built would have been destroyed. Although the smoke and dust blocked her view, she felt a little relieved. The dwarf named Iron Ring had said that the maker of this bow had told her that it could withstand a maximum of two arrows.

Hopper took a deep breath, not looking at the smoke and dust rising from the church. The Blue Moon in his hand was trembling violently. This already unstable longbow seemed to be at the end of its life, at risk of complete destruction at any moment.

Looking at the archbishop, whose face was flushed with anger and whose hands were flashing with dangerous light, Hopper drew his bow again.

"You can only fire two arrows," Hopper whispered to the longbow in his hand, "but I didn't use your magic for the first arrow, did I? Let's give our dear archbishop a surprise!"

As if aware of its impending end, the Blue Moon responded with a pervasive chill that froze Hopper's hands purple. It exerted all its might, unleashing a powerful force. Creaking frost formed an icy flower in the void before the bow, its petals cascading and opening, and the pistil that emerged from it was an incredibly sharp arrow.

The next second, before the fury in Eichmann's eyes had faded, he beheld the breathtaking sight that had captivated so many. The world seemed to descend into a slow, hushed silence, fading from the screams of the nobles and the clamor beneath his feet. The blue-white flower of ice and snow opened its countless razor-sharp petals towards him, its sharpest stamens, tinged with the playful venom of a lustful demon, steadily expanding in his pupils, deadly yet calm.

Gray magic surged up, quickly transforming his body into a spirit. He wanted to bring the most vicious curse upon the cunning devil - he had already understood that Hopper's two previous arrows were all feints, and her purpose was to lure him away from Rachel's protection.

Everyone held their breath, watching the scene in fascination, as if this was the only thing in the world worthy of their attention. Lady Furnace's hands gripped the handrail so tightly that her nails split and bled, but she was oblivious.

The next moment, the stillness of time ended. A streak of light, bluer than the sky, pierced Eichmann's body like lightning, leaving an indelible afterimage on everyone's retinas. Then, the third string of sound, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks, exploded in their ears.

Immediately, a huge cluster of ice spikes burst out from Eichmann's chest.

"Ah!!" A shrill scream was amplified by the sound amplification magic and spread throughout the city.

The demon threw the cracked longbow away, and it disintegrated before it hit the ground, exploding into pieces.

Hopper, with his back to the sun, looked down at Eichmann, who was held aloft by wings of light. The archbishop's twisted golden hair, frozen by frost, resembled a comical crown.

The succubus smiled at his purple, frozen face and bowed deeply.

"May the Nine Hells contain your despicable soul."

Author's Note: I think this chapter is well written and I can't wait to share it with you.

Chapter 183: The Saintly Harrier

With a "crash", Hopper used his wings as a cushion and smashed through the wooden roof and rotten wooden beams, sending wood chips and dust flying.

Ignoring the pain of the collision and the arrows remaining on his body, Hopper rolled on the ground, took out the shadow cloak from the small bag around his neck, wrapped it around his head, and squatted in the corner.

After doing all this, she began to pull out the arrows from her body with a grimace. The deepest one was in her left rib, almost piercing her heart.

"They even ambushed a Saintly Harrier!" the devil cursed inwardly, carefully pulling out the arrow and examining it. "A magic-breaking rune arrowhead! Tsk tsk, Eichmann really spent a fortune."

Even without counting the cost of materials, there are only a handful of dwarf craftsmen who can make engraved runes, and they are basically unavailable on the market. Taking into account the content of the custom runes and the time cost, the value of the arrowhead alone is almost as much as the same weight of gold.

Hopper took out a piece of rag and wrapped the arrowhead, then stuffed it into her small bag. Before she could stand up, the door was kicked open with a "whoosh".

The place where she fell was a low-rise residential building that had long been crumbling due to lack of maintenance. Hopper's previous blow had already broken its fragile balance. Now the pursuer's kick made the whole house tremble ominously, and the wooden boards and rubble on the roof came crashing down, stirring up dust all over the room.

Hopper didn't miss the opportunity, concentrating and holding his breath. A blurry black figure jumped out of the choking smoke and passed over the wall.

With a "bang", a white light flashed in the smoke and dust, and the arrow chasing the shadow was nailed to the earth wall, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly.

"You guys, go after them quickly." The person giving the order was a woman. The sunlight coming in from the south-facing window was shining on her silver armor, and the exquisite shoulder guards carved into eagle heads showed her extraordinary status.

Hopper's teeth clenched at the sight of the ebony heavy crossbow in her hand. It was her precise arrow that had pierced his lung. She was the ambush-like Saint Harrier. Hopper guessed that her original purpose was to mop up Eichmann's tail and snipe him after the performance.

Ms. Reyes. The person next to the Saintly Harrier should be her adjutant, also a girl, but younger than her. Her black hair was cut short, a common style for female soldiers. "Shouldn't we go after them? I'm afraid they can't handle that assassin."

Reyes tapped his nose and said seriously, "Tina Mendes, my sense of smell tells me that there is fresh blood here, and it smells of sulfur."

The succubus groaned inwardly. The silver-plated arrowheads had left wounds on her body that were difficult to heal and now bled. The shadow cloak couldn't make her invisible; if the light source got close enough, she wouldn't be able to hide herself.

It wasn't that the Saintly Harrier was particularly powerful. Hopper estimated that he and Ms. Reyes were roughly on par. If they were fighting in the air, he could even crush her from above.

But not now, and not here. Not only would Hopper's injuries hinder his ability, but also, in this cramped, cluttered room, his longbow wouldn't be as effective as his heavy crossbow. As for close combat? She only needed to hold him off for a moment, and the surrounding guards would swarm over like stray cats smelling fish. There was no way he could stop her soldiers from raising the alarm.

Ms. Reyes raised her crossbow and, with a simple wave of her hand, the soldiers automatically dispersed and began searching the house. Hopper couldn't use another Silent Illusion in this situation—illusions with too obvious a purpose wouldn't fool anyone. Furthermore, the Holy Harriers' duty was to hunt down enemies of various churches. They dealt with illusion magic year-round, so a simple illusion like this wouldn't be easy to trick.

But there wasn't no chance. Hopper assessed his hand. This stalker had made the same mistake as her master, Eichmann. Perhaps the arrow that had struck Hopper had made her underestimate the enemy and shouldn't have scattered her soldiers. He might not be able to kill them all in a split second, but taking one or two unlucky ones as hostages was no problem.

The best target was obviously her lieutenant. The Reyes family was also one of the renowned noble families in the Sparkling Star Region. To be able to serve as a lieutenant to such a powerful noble, Tina Mendes must be highly regarded within her own family. If he could capture her, he would have plenty of ways to distance himself from her once he left this room.

The room was small, and there were several soldiers searching at the same time. They soon approached the side where Hopper was. The succubus also tightened the rope in his hand, staring at Tina Mendes, ready to rush out at any time.

Just as the situation was about to explode, a loud explosion and a whistling sound came from the broken window, followed by a scream that intensified further.

This immediately attracted the attention of all the soldiers. Hopper couldn't see the window from his vantage point, but judging by the shock on the hunters' faces, something serious had happened outside.

"Reyes, we've been tricked!" The adjutant's eyes widened. "We have to go back immediately for help. That devil is attacking other nobles!"

All the soldiers looked at the Holy Harrier, awaiting her orders. Reyes's freckled face was shrouded in uncertainty. She bit her lip and looked around. She trusted her instincts very much, but the current situation forced her to believe that the devil had left.

"Go!" She waved her hand angrily and led the soldiers out one after another.

Hopper squatted there motionless, like a silent shadow. Nearly a quarter of an hour later, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps leaving the corner outside. Only then did the succubus let out a restrained sigh of relief.

She covered the wound on her left rib, walked to the window as quietly as possible, and took a look.

Whatever had just happened, it was definitely over now. The sky outside was a pure blue, as if nothing had happened.

The devil thought for a moment, then took out the Transformation Ring and gently turned it, completing the transformation under the shadow cloak.

The Golden Dome Church is definitely the most dangerous place for her now, but it is also the safest place.

In the commotion he had just caused, many civilians and even nobles must have been injured, and the Golden Dome Church was the closest and best place for emergency treatment. Thanks to the church, the vast majority of those attending today's gathering were humans, and the Golden Dome Church would never dare to turn away the people of the Perfect People.

Humans do not have the orderliness of the devil. She believed that the church, having lost its archbishop, could not possibly arrange for all the wounded in such a short time.