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The Inquisitor parried the dagger with a clang, lunged forward, and stabbed the demon in the face. The messenger's eyes smiled, and she twisted her body like a snake, not only dodging the sword but also closing the distance, so close that the Inquisitor could clearly see her left hand, which was gleaming with a black and red light.

"I give you my whole heart~ my love." The Inquisitor had no time to dodge and simply swung his sword at the succubus's head, but the succubus's wings quickly spread out and blocked the fatal sword. The silver-plated blade made her beautiful face distorted, but she still insisted on pressing her bloody hand on the Inquisitor's abdomen.

Both parties groaned simultaneously. Magical power surged through the veins of the succubus's left hand, and the dark red energy flowed from the Inquisitor's body into hers. However, she felt not the pleasure of sucking blood, but intense pain, and even her hand began to twitch uncontrollably.

With a "bang", the Inquisitor finally accumulated enough strength, and punched the succubus from bottom to top with his leather-gloved left fist, knocking her whole body backward, and the two separated.

"Vampire touch, huh?" The Inquisitor's face turned pale. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and drew his spare sword. "It seems that the religious knowledge of succubi is not very rich, young lady. I have to say, you are really creative to dare to suck the blood of the Vampire Father's followers."

The messenger angrily drew the sword from her wing, and the devil's blood sizzled as it hit the ground. She hurriedly looked at her left arm. The veins beneath the previously flawless white skin were black and bulging, and even her entire hand had lost all feeling. This was the protection bestowed upon his followers by the God of Blood. Any creature that attempted to drink their blood would be burned by the divine power.

Following a shrill scream, the cave fell into a long silence.

While the orc transformed into a young black dragon possessed the dragon's extraordinary perception, avoiding blindness and death, it was not a true dragon after all. Not only did it lack the black dragon's magical abilities and powerful breath, it wasn't even proficient in flying. The knight seized the opportunity of its swooping attack, activated his stigmata, and toppled it from mid-air, decapitating it with a single blow. Its scream was its last remnant in this world.

Edim pulled out the blazing sword from the corpse that was transforming back into an orc, turned his head to look at the bent Inquisitor and said, "Do you need help, Inquisitor?"

"Of course." The black-clad Inquisitor stood up straight and crushed a ruby ​​at his waist. A bright red mist rose from it, and after the Inquisitor inhaled it, his pale face quickly regained its rosy color. "When facing an evil demon, why bother with a one-on-one fight?"

"That's perfect." The knight flexed his wrists, the flames illuminating half of his body. He walked over to the Inquisitor and struck a sword stance. "I've always believed that there's no need to be gentle with women."

Chapter 187: Evil Intentions

"I don't want to say this," Edim's voice was filled with disgust. The holy flame burning in his arms brought a constant burning pain, constantly waking him from his enchanted state. "But chivalry requires me to give you a chance to beg for mercy."

"Are you willing to surrender and receive a fair trial?"

The messenger wrinkled his nose, shook his head in disgust, and said, "Knight, you possess a very rare soul. Unfortunately, you have been marinated by those hypocrites in the upper realm. I have no choice but to kill you."

"I receive your refusal." Edim raised his sword and kissed the burning ridge. Instantly, white flames shot up like living things, igniting his eyebrows and hair. The flames quickly spread along his hair and spread throughout his body.

His figure vanished into a shadow, his speed suddenly increasing by more than double. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between him and the demon, even the colorful light in the demon's eyes was clearly visible. The blazing holy flame swirled around him, and he firmly believed that this power to purify all evil would allow him to resist any temptation.

There was a sudden sound of a string, and Edim felt a sharp pain in his leg. He could no longer control his body, and he fell forward, rolling on the ground and plowing a charred mark.

The Inquisitor, waking from a dream, looked at his crossbow, realizing with horror that he had unknowingly fired that arrow. He hastily raised his weapon and aimed at the demonic female demon, but as her enchanting eyes met his own, his arm veered uncontrollably—a second arrow pierced the struggling Edim. Edim tumbled awkwardly, dragging his injured leg. The arrow dinged deeply into the ground beside him, sending up a shower of sparks.

"You can't hurt me," the devil said, swaying gracefully as he turned around, wearing only an exquisite belt with various small items hanging on it. His private parts were faintly visible under his red hair, emitting a fatal temptation. "After all, who would want to hurt the embodiment of beauty?"

"Unfortunately, I never appreciated the white bones of a demon!" The Inquisitor's veins bulged as he raised his crossbow again. To avoid those alluring eyes, he even squeezed his eyelids shut. However, the moment he pulled the trigger, his target still veered towards Edim, even throwing his protective dagger and other debris at him.

The devil leisurely watched Edim dodging his companions' attacks at his feet, laughing sweetly like a silver bell, completely unaware that there was a small white ball among the things thrown by the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor's plan succeeded. Just as with the warlock, the ceramic sphere exploded beside the knight, emitting a blazing white flash that illuminated the entire cave in perfect detail. The demon's sharp groan of pain echoed simultaneously with the Inquisitor's muffled roar. She instinctively shielded her eyes with her wings, but the light had already blinded her like an arrow.

The moment he saw the ball leave his hand, Edim understood the Inquisitor's intention and closed his eyes tightly. When he caught the devil's painful groan, he immediately hurled his sword at the devil's position according to his memory.

The burning holy flame pierced through the darkness and flew towards the devil like a meteor, but no one present appreciated such a beautiful sight.

Following a scream that tore through the air, the brief burst of bright light faded away like the tide.

With difficulty, Edim opened his eyes and saw the female devil collapsed to the ground, her hollow eyes unfocused. A burning sword pierced through her left abdomen. The dancing flames licked her skin, making a sizzling sound as her flesh burned.

The knight tried to stand up, but the combination of the arrow wound in his leg and the paralysis from the wasp venom caused him to fall heavily to the ground. The Inquisitor stumbled and clung to the rock wall, his eyes red from the flash of light, tears streaming uncontrollably. His vision was filled with double vision, making it impossible to aim.

"Ah!" the devil screamed shrilly, her hands tightly gripping the flaming sword. The holy flames instantly scorched her skin where it met the blade. She wrenched the sword with all her might, sending blood and flesh flying amidst sparks. The air was thick with the sulfurous scent of the devil's flesh. The power of Hell surged wildly through the wound, yet it could not heal the wound scorched by the holy flames.

The demon, wounded in multiple places, was teetering on the brink of collapse, her previous arrogance and composure gone. She stumbled, grasping the rough rock face. With trembling hands, she finally found the potion bottle at her waist. She tore off the cork and drank the colorless liquid in one gulp. The moment the potion entered her throat, her form turned transparent, and she vanished from sight.

She disappeared.

"Igor! She's invisible, be careful!" Idim struggled to stand up, loudly warning his companions, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

The Inquisitor said nothing. Though his vision was still blurry, the Blood Father's hounds relied on more than just their eyesight. He lowered his mask, untied a small bag from his belt, spread it flat in his hand, and blew vigorously.

Countless white dandelion-like seeds drifted out, swarming in one direction like a swarm of bees. The Inquisitor sniffed in that direction, catching the scent of flowers and sulfur amidst the strong smell of blood. He turned his head, and the direction the smell came from was—

"She ran towards the mirror!" Igor stood up, his vision gradually clearing. The knight's condition, however, was becoming increasingly dire. He had already pulled out the remaining arrowhead and squeezed out some of the poisonous blood, but the poison had completely depleted his lower limbs, and he couldn't get up despite repeated attempts.

The Inquisitor quickly found the antidote and ran to help the knight, but was signaled by Edim to chase the devil. He said anxiously: "Leave the medicine to me, I will only slow you down now. I will wake up Aaron and Hewei as soon as possible to catch up."

Igor reached out and threw the antidote to him, checked his remaining arrows and items, and followed the white fluff.

In the dark room, the Inquisitor, who had transformed back into a human and lost his dark vision, could see almost nothing. Fortunately, the mirror still glowed faintly.

Without hesitation, the Inquisitor leaped toward the mirror. The moment he passed through it, a blinding light washed over him like a tide. He instinctively squinted, his sword still pointed straight ahead. When he finally adjusted to the light, he was startled to find himself in a luxurious bedroom—a carved bed draped with velvet curtains, a dressing table strewn with jeweled hairpins, and the air thick with the scent of ambergris.

"Knights, quickly apprehend this villain! He has evil intentions against me!" A tender cry suddenly rang out. Igor whipped his head around to see four knights in golden armor standing at the bedroom door. The holy emblem of the Church of the Perfect Man gleamed brightly in the sunlight on their shields. His heart sank—they were gilded knights directly under the church. He had known the messenger was a noblewoman, but he had never imagined she could directly command the knights of the Church of the Perfect Man.

"I am Inquisitor Igor." He tapped the tip of his sword to the ground, hoping that the title of Inquisitor would intimidate the knights. "The woman behind you has committed blasphemy. Please move aside."

The golden-armored knights looked at each other in bewilderment. Blood Father's status as an Inquisitor was a prestigious one, and nearly all churches respected these hunters who specialized in hunting down false believers. Therefore, even though they all knew Ms. Rachel, they didn't dare challenge the Inquisitor's authority directly in public.

"Do you doubt me?" Ms. Rachel—now, of course, in human form—said, her voice was filled with the pain of betrayal, tears welling up in her eyes. "The Archbishop's body is still warm, and you're going to ignore my authority?"

Igor, however, keenly caught the sinister glint in her eyes. Her words actually made him feel happy—it seemed these knights were merely deceived by appearances and were not complicit.

He slowly reached into his bosom and pulled out a roll of undyed parchment. He deliberately unfolded the scroll halfway to reveal the words on it. As expected, Rachel's pupils suddenly contracted.

"I have an object used by followers of a false god to worship a false god." He held up the scroll so everyone could see the parchment clearly. "All you need to do is pray to the Blood Father, and we will be able to determine if this object belongs to this lady."

Chapter 188 The Exposed Devil

Ms. Rachel sneered, her face full of disdain. She put her hands on her hips and pointed at her disheveled clothes. "Haha, would I use my innocence to slander you? How can you prove you're the judge? Who can verify your identity?"

Upon hearing this, the knights, who had been relaxed, tightened their shields and turned their spears towards Igor. After all, as the Archbishop's personal maid, Rachel's identity was already deeply rooted in everyone's hearts, and this bloodstained "Inquisitor" looked more like an assassin who had intruded into the boudoir.

"What proof do you need?" The Inquisitor sighed helplessly and put down the scroll. "Should I wait for you to write a letter to my superiors to verify it?"

The Devil of Joy secretly rejoiced. Although her strength had been greatly diminished, her mind was still clear. She had no idea how the Inquisitor had opened the drawer and obtained her letter, but it didn't matter. As long as she didn't get caught on the spot, she would have plenty of ways to remedy the situation later.

She pretended to ponder for a moment and said, "At least, you have to let us verify the authenticity of the so-called evidence in your hand." She stared at the scroll in Igor's hand and didn't notice that the other party's fingertips were hooked with an inconspicuous paper bag.

The judge instantly understood the messenger's intentions. She was anxious, so she resorted to such crude and direct rhetoric to deceive him. This also meant that the messenger definitely did not want to reveal her identity.

"Since you want it—" Igor suddenly raised his hand and threw the scroll, but the paper bag slipped down his sleeve and fell into his palm, "Then it's for you!"

"Beware!" the sharp-eyed knight swung his sword into the air. The instant the paper bag burst, gray powder spread like smoke. The knights hurriedly raised their shields to block it, only to see their gilded armor rapidly fade under the powder's touch. The enchanted luster receded like the tide, revealing mottled rust on the metal surface—it was the exorcism powder that could strip away divine blessings!

The thin and black-armored Inquisitor kicked his feet and rushed into the group of knights like an agile cat. He swung the long sword in his hand, deftly breaking through the protection of armor and shields, and pointed the sword directly at the Devil of Pleasure.

Youdi's pupils suddenly shrank and she quickly stepped back, but there was a window behind her and there was no way to avoid it.

"Come back to me!" The knight who had exploded the exorcism powder roared, and a golden rope of light swung out from his hand, grabbed the calf of the Inquisitor in mid-air, and dragged him back with force.

Igor, who had no support in the air, was pulled down, and there were four shining swords below him. He used up his last strength to throw a liquid light bomb at the feet of the Pleasure Demon, which was his last hope.

"boom!"

First, there was endless light, followed by a massive gust of wind that blew everyone away. The deafening explosion instantly deafened Igor. He was slammed against the ceiling by the immense force, and then tossed against the wall like a rag doll by the second wave of hot wind. He felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered, and finally slid powerlessly to the corner of the wall.

He trembled and took out the holy emblem hanging around his neck. It was a heart carved from red crystal. The pain made it almost impossible for him to complete the next step. The Inquisitor almost relied on his tongue and lips instead of fingers to hold the holy emblem in his mouth, muttering: "Plector, please save me!"

As always before, the holy emblem saved him once again. The Blood Father's divine power surged from it, and crimson liquid flowed out of the holy emblem and poured into his throat. He could almost feel the aching internal organs and muscles being soothed in an instant.

The Inquisitor gasped for breath, knowing that he had at least two broken ribs, and the numbness in his left arm meant that his left shoulder was dislocated, not to mention the minor wounds caused by the shock wave and various objects.

At this moment, he staggered to one knee and observed the battlefield through the dense smoke and dust.

Lord Monte's liquid light bomb is indeed a high-end product, Igor thought with a hint of amusement. The outer wall of the room was completely blown away. The afternoon sun, like a golden torrent, carried with it the salty sea breeze, poured into the shattered room through the gaping hole that should have been a window, casting a mottled light and shadow among the broken glass and sawdust on the floor.

Among the four gilded knights, two were blown into the next room by the shock wave; one knight collapsed in the corner with his helmet tilted on his face; and the knight who threw out the light rope was the most embarrassed - he fell from the broken floor to the lower level and at this moment, intermittent groans were heard from below.

This was the ingenious part of the liquid light bomb. Igor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, observing the golden dust suspended in the sunlight. The bomb's core wasn't ordinary gunpowder, but liquid light, extracted and preserved through exquisite alchemy. Its explosion would create a gentle blast of energy. To mortals, the force of the bomb would be enough to send them flying but wouldn't be fatal. But to creatures of the netherworld, the powerful energy of the liquid light was enough to rip their skin and bones apart.

The devil had disappeared, and Igor hoped that she would be blown into fine dust in the air or fall downstairs and smashed into a pulp. However, the sudden burst of screams and high-pitched roars made him realize that he was just dreaming.

He didn't need to search anymore; the living nightmare flapped its wings and appeared in mid-air. The scaly nightmare before him was like a giant, serpentine black snake, flapping its massive red and purple wings. Between its malevolent red eyes, staring intently at the lone man in judgment, a crimson crest sprouted and trembled ominously.

With his limited vocabulary, the Inquisitor could only say that this giant snake looked very much like the feathered serpent mentioned in the Church's Monster Manual. However, the feathered serpent in the illustration was serene and divine, completely different from the ominous-looking creature in the air.

Likewise, he was thankful that Transfiguration could only grant the devil a new form of physical strength. You know, according to the records within the church, adult Quetzalcoatl were quite powerful spellcasters, their magic surpassing even the chief wizards of many city-states.

Igor reached for his belt, feeling a sense of relief as he touched the cool bottle of antidote. A seasoned hunter like him could often gauge his foe's abilities with just a glance. Since the demon had transformed into a feathered serpent, judging by its spear-like head and blade-like fangs, a bite from it was likely to be poisonous.

"Come, young lady," the Inquisitor casually picked up a gilded knight's discarded shield. Ignoring the aching pain in his bones, he waved at the giant snake circling in midair, grinning mockingly. "I am ready to sacrifice my life for my Blood Father. Are you ready to sacrifice your life for your marble false god?"

The Quetzalcoatl hissed sharply, its scarlet reptilian eyes fixed on the Inquisitor, and it folded its wings and dived rapidly.

The Inquisitor raised his shield, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes, his boots crunching on the gravel, preparing for the coming storm.

A hundred feet was a fleeting moment for a snake of this size, and the Inquisitor felt his palms sweat. However, to his surprise, the feathered serpent quickly rose as it was about to burst into the room, its long tail, as thick as a tree trunk, slamming fiercely into the gap in the outer wall.

Smoke and dust engulfed the room like a wave. Igor ignored the dull pain in his left arm, rolled forward, and swung his sword to cut at the giant snake's tail.

Cut empty.

Igor looked closely and saw that the feathered serpent was already hundreds of feet away from him - it had no intention of fighting at all, and the attack just now was just to block its sight so that it could escape.

The Inquisitor immediately dropped his shield and reached for his crossbow, but the piercing pain from his dislocated left shoulder froze his grip.

He could only watch the giant snake rise higher and higher, gradually moving away from his sight.

Author's words: Quetzalcoatl is of the good camp, and its appearance is different from the one I posted.

However, Youdi is a devil, and when she transforms, she chooses the appearance she likes more.

Chapter 189: Gathering of Nobles

"I want to be sarcastic," Tiara Furnaceheart tried hard to control her expression so as not to sneer in public. "This is my first time entering the hall of the Golden Dome Church."

Generally speaking, the Golden Dome Church did not allow any non-humans to enter, and even half-blooded humans who wanted to enter had to go through layers of review. Of course, nobles like Tierra Hearthheart naturally had other privileges, but due to psychological resistance and physical disgust, she had never even set foot on the steps of the Golden Dome Church.

Unexpectedly, it was Eichmann's death that gave her the opportunity to set foot in this hall.

"Can you imagine it? The flawless protector of humanity?" She looked at the golden statue at the end of the hall. The statue, enclosed within a massive ring, stood with its arms outstretched, bathed in the sunlight streaming from the skylight. It appeared incredibly divine and majestic. At Luxin's height, even tilting her head back, she couldn't quite see the perfect being's light-obscured face, but that didn't stop her from scoffing inwardly.

The culprit who had caused her ridicule lay quietly beneath the statue of the perfect man. Due to the haste of the matter, the church did not even have a suitable coffin. They simply wrapped Eichmann's body in a clean white cloth, cleared a sacrificial table, and temporarily placed him in the hall.

Lu Xin turned her eyes away from Eichmann's body. On the one hand, she suspected that she might burst out laughing if she continued looking at it. On the other hand, she had to admit that the more she looked at the corpse, the more she trembled.

Before today, her biggest worry was that the Blue Moon wouldn't be able to penetrate the Archbishop's protection. In that case, she'd have to shift her focus from preaching the destruction of myths to preaching the courage to confront power. And that arrow just now had made her realize the dangers of collaborating with the devil.

Lady Furnace Hearth had always been very confident in her leadership and intelligence. Even though Master Kangen disapproved of her plan, she still believed she could control the situation. However, that damned succubus disrupted all her plans. Who could have imagined that a demon could assassinate an archbishop in public, without the archbishop's guards even reacting in time?

She couldn't help but wonder if she had overestimated Eichmann. Was he really so arrogant that he didn't even leave any guards for himself?

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a waiter walked up to her, squatted down to show respect, and whispered, "Dear Ms. Hearthheart, Miss Monte is very grateful for your protection today and would like to invite you to the reception room for a small gathering."

Luxin pulled himself out of his emotions and nodded with a smile, "Please lead the way. After such a terrible thing, I would love to sit down with a kind lady and have a cup of tea to calm my mind."

There were still many people in the hall, most of them clergy and believers wearing yellow ribbons. After the assassination, the church organized all the nobles to temporarily retreat into the church to prevent the devil from attacking others.

The church's sexton politely and tactfully requested that the lords refrain from wandering around until their respective families' personal guards arrived. Therefore, for both security and administrative reasons, Lady Hearthheart should not be present in the hall. After all, if a noble was found dead in the Golden Dome Church, the challenges facing the Church of the Perfect Man might be more than a replacement archbishop could resolve.

However, some nobles simply wouldn't pay any attention to a mere sexton's thoughts, and Lady Hearthheart was clearly one of them. Unlike the waiter, who was so low-key that he almost walked against the wall, she strode behind, flashing a mysterious smile at every yellow ribbon who dared to glare at her - a smile that was a mixture of gloating and complacent mockery.

The waiter took her to a small, empty living room on the second floor and bowed before leaving. Before the waiter could close the door, the door on the other side of the living room opened, and the person who came out was not Miss Monte, as expected by Ms. Luxin.

Lord Xeven Mount, clad in a breastplate, strode over, holding a... uh... toad in his outstretched hand.

Ms. Furnace Heart rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, then realized this must be a spellcaster's familiar.

"Good day, my dear lady," the toad opened and closed its mouth twice, and began to speak. Luxin had only heard this voice once or twice before, but when she saw this familiar, she knew who it was.

"Good day, Master Eric," said Lady Hearthheart. "Let's put aside all the hypocritical courtesies. What do you want from me?"

Lord Monte nodded at her straightforwardness, a fleeting smile playing on his lips. The tall lord chose a chair and sat down. Toad hopped onto the table and sat upright on his hind legs.

"Did you do it?" Lord Monte's question was rather abrupt, but Lady Hearthheart already understood what he wanted to ask.

The lady shook her head, slowly sat down and said, "I have no plans to murder Eichmann."

Lord Monte nodded, clearly expecting this answer. He said, "I suppose so. This doesn't suit your style. But how do you explain that bow? Don't tell me you don't know. I don't live in the surf zone, but that doesn't mean I don't know."

"I did repair the bow," Luxin frowned. If the bow incident were brought to the council, explaining it clearly would be very troublesome. But since Monte had made a private appointment with him, he wasn't a complete enemy after all. "But my original plan was just to shoot him and tear down his invincible mask."

"He's not bluffing," Toad spoke again. "I haven't quite figured out how he does it, but he's certainly invulnerable to any harm, somehow."

"Then why did it fail today?" Lady Hearthheart asked, recalling the scene. "I think it has something to do with her second arrow. If she was sure she could kill Eichmann, she wouldn't have fired a second arrow into the crowd."

"Unless..." Monte said two words and then shut up, but the three people present understood the reason.

Unless her second arrow was intended to stop this protection.

"Who was there?" Ms. Luxin tried hard to recall, but everyone's attention was on the sky at the time and no one noticed who the second arrow was aimed at.

"I've already asked," Monte said, sitting carelessly. Perhaps due to long hours of riding, his bow legs were very obvious. "At that time, the people in that position should have been from the church."

The lady's heart sank. She had originally thought the demon's assassination was a willful indulgence. Now it seemed that the demon must have retained some information and used it to plan a normal murder.