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The large group of pirates were trapped upstairs, like turtles in a jar. Decali knew that Ye Xiao had that kind of undetectable spatial magic that could take a few people away in time, but it was wishful thinking to take away the estimated several thousand pirates present.

Moreover, judging from Ye Xiao's posture, does he really intend to lead this rabble against that large-scale imperial army?

"Edward was confident in dealing with Aslan's army only because he was protected by a high-ranking deity, which allowed him to perform those powerful miracles."

Ye Xiao said softly.

"Easy for you to say. Do you think you can summon the gods we worship?"

Dekari was puzzled. If the God of Light could be invited by Ye Xiao to this remote place to help them deal with the Aslans, then he would probably suspect that this guy was some kind of reincarnation of a holy son.

"of course."

However, Ye Xiao simply smiled faintly.

After speaking, he no longer concealed his aura, and with a single hand raised, a black spark appeared in his palm.

A powerful aura emanated from the rotating sparks.

"I pledge my blood, my soul, and myself, at the very end of this mortal realm, to offer up the sins of this world, and to call forth in the eternal night the greedy ruler of hell, the king who commands slaughter..."

Dekali was taken aback when he heard Ye Xiao chanting the incantation. Then, he sensed the familiar chaos and savagery in the magic power that was gradually pouring out.

"Wait, this magic, you wouldn't happen to be..."

"Look closely, everyone, this is the real miracle."

Ye Xiao, perched high up on the upper floor, looked down at the army below and his gaze met that of an Aslan girl with long, grey-gold hair who was leading the troops.

The latter's cold gaze met Ye Xiao's leisurely eyes, then shifted to the spinning black spark in Ye Xiao's hand, and his expression paused.

Aslan's soldiers, who were about to storm the hall, stopped in their tracks thanks to their keen magical senses and involuntarily looked towards the second floor where a massive amount of magical energy was gathering.

As they watched the massive, deep red magic circle suddenly unfold in the sky, they seemed to realize what they were about to face.

"Mammon, the Demon God, grant me flames that tear the netherworld apart, to burn this land to ashes!!!"

As Ye Xiao finished speaking, the enormous magic array stretched across the void, connecting to the gates of hell. A three-headed hound, bound by thick chains around its neck, roared as it charged out of the array, its gaping maw spewing crimson flames from its abyss-like throat.

Ye Xiao didn't have much hatred for the Aslans, so he didn't let Cerberus attack the army directly. Instead, he targeted the elemental stone dragon that had broken into the wall and was constructed by the Aslan army's formation mages.

In an instant, the raging flames surged like a giant wave, covering the entire hall and completely engulfing the rock-structured dragon.

The Aslan people below were horrified by this scene. The Aslan girl leading the army stared wide-eyed and hurriedly ordered the surrounding mages to set up a defensive magic circle.

Then came a cataclysmic event, the upper level of the fortress collapsed with a deafening roar, and the overburdened roof turned into countless rubble and bricks that rained down.

Chapter Sixty-Four: The Collector

The towering upper level of the fortress collapsed with a roar. Amidst the chaos, Ye Xiao had the crows spread countless black tentacles from the living soil around the hall, which suddenly sprouted and formed a black vault, protecting the pirates gathered on the second floor.

Because the ceiling had already collapsed in the landslide, most people could only see stones and rubble pouring down like raindrops, and few noticed the black tendrils that were hidden in the shadows and quietly covered half the sky.

Some with slightly stronger senses, such as Henry Morgan, may have noticed this strange scene, but he had no interest in investigating it. He simply took advantage of the chaos to follow Ye Xiao and evacuate through the large hole that had collapsed in the back wall of the fortress.

There, Ye Xiao had Ella remotely control the silt to create a ramp that led directly to the ground, allowing a group of pirates to escape.

Hellfire burned half of the rock dragon's body to ashes, while the collapse of the ceiling completely buried the pursuing Aslan army on the first floor.

Below the fortress, the Aslans stationed on the warships saw a group of pirates fleeing from the side of the collapsed fortress along a strangely extending, dark ramp. They immediately turned their magic cannons around and bombarded that area.

The roar of cannons and the countless shells crashing down on the hillside resembled a grand fireworks display.

Fortunately, the mud could be used to form walls to temporarily block some of the incoming cannonballs, allowing Ye Xiao to lead his pirates to retreat into some small caves on the other side of the grotto amidst the continuous cannon fire.

This intense assassination attempt, where the body traversed a bombing zone, reminded Ye Xiao of the World War II blockbusters he had seen on Earth.

On the other side of the cave, the mountain wall extends into the intricate archipelago. Aslan's main force, which came to annihilate the islands, is trapped in the collapsed fortress, and several warships and escort ships have to turn around among the ruins of a group of pirate ships.

Of course, if a forced pursuit were to be undertaken, the Aslans could use their wind magic to activate the troops remaining on the ships and still catch up.

But rather than completely annihilating these remaining pirates, their main commander is currently trapped in the ruins of the fortress, and organizing a rescue operation is the most urgent task.

Therefore, Aslan on the ship could only watch as the large group of pirates scattered like ants and disappeared into the caves in the rock wall.

……

Meanwhile, Ye Xiao led the pirates to successfully evacuate from the fallen fortress, while at the same time, far underground in the Holy Temple of the Loren Imperial City, a head that was in a daze opened its eyes.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place??"

This head without a body is, of course, the unfortunate Edward.

He awoke from his dizziness, opened his eyes wide and looked around, but could only see pitch black.

He tried to move his body, only to find that he seemed to have lost all feeling below his neck.

"Hello!?"

Is anyone there?

Edward shouted into the endless darkness, but received no response.

He had no choice but to try to lower his eyes to see why his body was unable to move. Then he saw a dark red cushion and a porcelain plate.

Soft padding... Why is there soft padding under my neck?

Edward stared blankly for a moment, then the image of being slashed down and kicked away by the black-clad swordsman slowly resurfaced in his mind. He immediately cursed, "Damn it, that bastard!!!"

Why hasn't my body recovered??? Damn it, where am I?!

"Calm down...child..."

An aged voice seemed to drift from an unknown corner.

"who!?"

Edward trembled at the sound of the voice. "Who are you?! You're the one who trapped me here?!"

The unknown is always frightening, especially since Edward had just gained the powerful ability of immortality and was used to that invincible feeling. Suddenly feeling helpless like this made him feel a sense of panic and helplessness.

"No one is holding you back, child; you are simply blinded by your own mind."

"What nonsense are you spouting? Old man, where the hell are you hiding? Come out right now!"

Edward grew increasingly irritated by the nonsensical words.

"Be still, child. Only by calming your mind can you glimpse your freedom in the holy light."

The aged voice grew closer, and in the dim light, Edward finally saw the other person's face emerge from the shadows.

However, the distance at which he appeared was far too close; when he appeared, he was almost face to face with Edward's eyes.

It was an old yet ugly face, with only a few strands of hair hanging down on the bald scalp. Bloodshot eyes were embedded in a withered, bark-like face, and the cracked corners of the mouth were stretched open with an indescribable, manic laugh.

"Well, did you see the holy light, child?"

"Holy crap—!!! Where did this monster come from!?!"

Edward was dumbfounded. That old face was so close, almost kissing his lips, yet he could only stare in disbelief, unable to move an inch.

His gaze slowly descended, and then he saw that the old man's body was even more bizarre and frightening. Layers of fleshy tumors on his swollen body were piled on the ground like tattered sacks, while his arms were the complete opposite, withered and thin like two dying tree branches, and his long fingers were holding a strange idol with tentacles as if he were holding a baby.

What the hell is that?!??

Edward was going crazy. The worst part was that he had no way to avoid it. He could only watch as the hideous old man slowly raised the wooden statue in his hand. "Can't you see it, child?"

"It's alright, let me make a hole in your ceiling, and the holy light will bathe your soul."

"Holy crap!!?? Help!!! Holy crap, help me!!!"

Edward was terrified.

He never imagined that, having weathered countless storms, he would one day be so terrified by such a frightening old man that his soul almost flew away.

“Your Excellency Bishop Evans, please don’t frighten him.”

Just then, a melodious and gentle voice, like the sound of silver bells, rang out.

“Oh, I just wanted to teach this child about faith in the Holy Light.”

Upon hearing the gentle female voice, the ferocious expression on the old man's face immediately softened, though he remained ugly, becoming much more amiable.

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency. You should go and rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do as you say."

The old man obediently hugged the statue back into his arms, bowed slightly to one side, and then respectfully retreated into the darkness.

Bishop? Saintess? What kind of holy light faith is this? I've never seen such a terrifying church bishop!

Edward, still shaken, gasped for breath as he watched as a pure white light slowly illuminated the surroundings.

A slender hand wearing a white silk glove reached out and turned the plate holding Edward's head to the side, finally allowing Edward to see the person next to him.

She was a beautiful young woman with long silver hair, sitting languidly in a soft chair.

Her deep red eyes looked down at Edward's head on the table, and her pink lips curled up into a charming yet slightly sly smile.

Edward swallowed hard. For some reason, despite the girl's breathtaking beauty, he felt an uncontrollable tension rising within him.

This girl was none other than Ella, who used her spatial ability to rush over after dealing with the vampire troubles on Valen's side.

As for the old man from earlier, he was Bishop Evans of the Loren Sanctuary, who was taken in by Ella in the sanctuary dungeon after he went completely insane during the pilgrimage ceremony.

However, Ella didn't expect that the taciturn mad bishop would actually interact with Edward.

Of course, Edward knew nothing of these things. He struggled to lift his eyes to look at the girl who was looking down at him, and opened his mouth tremblingly to ask, "Who...who are you?"

"Saintess, Evil God, Duchess..."

Ella waved two fingers on her hand that was resting on her cheek. "Many people have different names for me, but for you, you can call me... Master."

"Welcome to the Sanctuary Dungeon, my private collection, Mr. Edward Teach."

Chapter Sixty-Five: Brain Observation Techniques

"Collection...?"

Edward's eyes widened.

Having spent most of his time sailing the seas, he was naturally well-informed, and he must have heard about the appearance of a silver-haired, red-eyed saintess in Loren.

Based solely on the information revealed in the other party's introduction, or even just this distinctive appearance, this seems to be the famous saintess.

But... neither the strange and eccentric old man nor the words he spoke sounded so... eerie?

"You don't need to spend so much time thinking about my origins."

The next second, Ella seemed to see right through Edward's thoughts, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. "You can relax a bit, after all, this will be your home from now on."

"Are you kidding me...!?"

Edward swallowed hard, though he had no idea where the saliva would end up with his neck broken, but anyway, he made the gesture. "I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place, let me out!"

This seemingly fierce but actually cowardly shout was actually a way for him to conceal the fact that he was calling upon the great being who had granted him immortality in his mind.

Although the current situation was not yet very obvious to Edward, he knew that it was beyond his ability to handle.

O God, great God, your faithful follower begs you, save me!

But this prayer, which he had uttered in his heart, seemed to sink without a trace, receiving no response—if he still had the will.

Why?! Why aren't you responding to me?!

The more Edward prayed, the more his heart sank to the bottom.

The girl looking down at Edward seemed to easily see through his thoughts, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised. "Of course it wouldn't dare respond to you. It's just an evil god that dwells on the island. The moment you left, it abandoned its protection for you..."

"How can it be!"

Edward retorted somewhat nervously, "Without...without that person's protection, how could I still be alive!?"

Upon hearing this, Edward saw a chilling unease beneath the sweet smile on that lovely face.

"That's because you've fallen into my hands, of course."

Ella lightly raised a finger and shook it, and Edward suddenly felt a strange tingling and wet sensation below his neck.

"What is that?! What is this thing?!"

Edward couldn't lower his head and could only let out helpless screams. He felt as if countless earthworms were wriggling under his head, slowly climbing up his immobile neck.

"These are the Mickey Mouse tools we'll be using next."