Flames soared into the sky.
The priest's right hand was instantly engulfed by the flames, but he didn't retreat. On the contrary, he held onto Fangzheng's blade tightly. At the same time, he extended his left hand and threw a dagger at Fangzheng. But it was quickly blocked by the silver dagger in Fangzheng's left hand.
However, the priest didn't intend to kill Fangzheng. On the contrary, after throwing the dagger, he immediately let go of his right hand and retreated, quickly distancing himself from Fangzheng. During this process, the priest's right hand was still burning. Fangzheng could even hear the sizzling sound of the flames burning his flesh.
Although it seemed painful, the priest's expression didn't change at all. He stared coldly at Fangzheng and said.
"It seems like it's hard to fight you with my current equipment, heretic. Next time, I will definitely kill all of you!"
Before he finished his sentence, countless pages suddenly emerged around the priest. These pages emitted a golden radiance and quickly wrapped the priest up. At the next moment, he disappeared before Fangzheng's eyes.
"Teleport? Seems like I can't underestimate these guys. "
Fangzheng put down the sword in his hand. He wasn't worried that the priest would escape. Unless he chopped off his hand, the flames would slowly burn him into ashes. But considering the priest's strong will, Fangzheng felt that he might really chop off his hand.
But this had nothing to do with Fangzheng.
"Alright, stop pretending to be dead. Come out."
Fangzheng shouted in front of him. Soon, he saw a distortion appear in the shadows of the wall not far ahead. Following that, Akkad walked out.
"How boring. I thought you would kill that guy."
"If you weren't watching, that guy wouldn't have escaped."
Fangzheng rolled his eyes in annoyance when he heard Akkad's words. Of course, he could feel that the priest initially planned to continue fighting with him, but he immediately changed his mind and chose to escape. The reason was simple. He sensed Akkad's presence.
Obviously, although the priest was violent, he was not a berserker who had lost his mind. With Fangzheng and Akkad working together, he had no chance. Therefore, the priest decisively chose to retreat … For Fangzheng, Akkad was still the scapegoat.
"I can't help it. I don't have a weapon."
Akkad seemed to be using this excuse until the end of the world. Now, Fangzheng could only hope that Walter could prepare his weapon as soon as possible so that the shameless vampire could no longer find another excuse to slack off.
But then again, didn't there usually spare weapons? Did this vampire not have a spare weapon in his hands?
Fangzheng glanced at Akkad. The latter just stared at him with a strange smile, without the slightest uneasiness … This cunning old bat.
"Let's go back."
Fangzheng gave up on the idea of continuing to tangle with Akkad. He turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor.
"This time, Miss Intracula will probably be very angry."
As it turned out, Fangzheng's guess was right.
Intracula was not only angry, she was furious.
"How dare you! This is a direct provocation to us! Those bastards from the Vatican, they've violated the treaty! Northern Ireland is under our jurisdiction. Since when did they have the right to make a move?! "
"After investigation, we have confirmed that the priest sent by the Vatican to Northern Ireland to clash with Lord Fangzheng and Lord Akkad is a paladin belonging to the 'traitor' organization, Father Alexander Anderson."
"An expert in exorcising demons, suppressing paganism, and eliminating heresy. Carrying the name of Judas, the 13th Section that shouldn't have existed … "
As she spoke, Intracula clenched her fists.
"We can't just let this go, Walter. I'll leave the negotiation with the Vatican to you, but we don't have time to fight with them now. But we don't have time to fight with them now. The mysterious organisation behind the series of vampire incidents is still a mystery. We need to find the ones who created the vampires and destroy them completely …. "
Having said that, Intracula seemed to have finally vented her anger. She raised her head and nodded at Fangzheng, who was sitting beside her.
"You did a good job this time. We will never allow those lunatics from the Vatican to mess around on our land. Thank you for your hard work, Fangzheng."
"You're welcome. It's nothing."
In response to Intracula's thanks, Fangzheng just shrugged. Of course, he understood why Intracula said that. In fact, Fangzheng had long noticed that ever since he joined Hellsing, he had been under constant surveillance. However, this was also very normal. For a person like him with unknown origins and great strength, it was normal. Unless the Hellsing organization was crazy, they wouldn't pay attention to him.
But now, it seemed that after he defeated that crazy priest, Intracula's suspicions about him had dissipated a lot. Or … was this a sign of loyalty?
Fangzheng didn't care about the religious issues between the United Kingdom and the Vatican, nor was he interested in them. In fact, he was more concerned about the mysterious organization.
"Do we have any new information about the mysterious organization?"
Asked Fangzheng. He was already tired of going out to collect firewood. He couldn't wait to find a gas station to "add fuel to the fire".
"The agents of M15 have found some clues, but they're still in the investigation stage," said Intracula.
In the movies, James Bond could easily take care of a crime syndicate, but in reality, each of the agents was more useless than the next? It was really artistic.
"Well, I hope they can bring us some clues soon."
Fangzheng stood up and stretched, then nodded at Intracula.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going back first."
After saying that, Fangzheng turned around and left the room. Of course, he knew that Intracula still had a lot of things to do tonight, but Fangzheng couldn't be bothered to care about those things. He was just a hired hunter. All he needed to do was do his job. As for the other problems … there was no need for Fangzheng to ask.
But the priest was a bit of a pity.
As he walked back to his room, Fangzheng shook his head. He could feel that the priest's body contained a powerful soul and holy power. Although it wasn't at the level of the "firewood" Fangzheng needed, it was at least better than ordinary firewood — or at least coal.
After burning his right hand, Fangzheng also absorbed some power with a holy aura from the priest's body. Unfortunately, the power was too little, not enough to ignite a new altar.
Maybe the next time I see him, I'll just burn him.
With these thoughts in mind, Fangzheng returned to his room and went to bed. He closed his eyes and soon entered a dark dream.
Then, the flame burned again.
"Welcome back, Lady Ashes."
The Firewoman standing in front of the altar turned around respectfully and bowed her head to Fangzheng. Fangzheng waved at her in response. After leaving Yanan, Fangzheng gained the ability to freely enter the "Firelink Sacrificial Grounds" in his soul through dreams. So every night before going to bed, Fangzheng would come here for a spin. Firstly, he wanted the Firewoman to absorb the power he absorbed to strengthen the soul flame. Secondly, he wanted to find someone to chat with … After all, the system had not been fully restored, and Fangzheng could hardly use his abilities. His magic was sealed, and he could not contact others. Under such circumstances, talking to the Firewoman about her life was the only thing Fangzheng could do to pass the time.
"I'm here, Firewoman. What's the situation?"
Fangzheng looked at the altar in front of him. On the altar in the middle of the sacrificial grounds, the soul flame was burning fiercely. But that was not what Fangzheng was concerned about. Instead, it was the "shadow" of the flame.
That's right, under the flame, a dark shadow was reflected on the ground like the reflection of the flame, constantly burning. This was not a real shadow, but a flame born after Fangzheng controlled the power of the Abyss — the reflection of the First Flame.
The Abyssal Flame.
"Everything's normal, Lady Ashes. There's nothing wrong with the Abyssal Flame at the moment."
"That's good."
As he spoke, Fangzheng stretched out his hand. As for the firegirl, she held Fangzheng's hands. Soon, a weak flame appeared from her hands and floated to the altar. It fused with the soul fire burning in the middle.
"This is really a drop in the bucket."
Fangzheng couldn't help shaking his head as he looked at the flame that was as thin as a wisp of smoke. The Firewoman smiled.
"You have to be patient, Lady Ashes. It's not easy to repair a soul, not to mention that your soul flame has been extinguished once. It's already rare luck that you can use the First Flame to reignite it again …"
"I know. I'm just … a little impatient."
Hearing the Firewoman's words of comfort, Fangzheng sighed. He knew that he was like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness. He had to recuperate slowly. But he couldn't relax. What was the situation in the main world now? When would he be able to find the way back to the main world? What was going on in the Tendo Temple? What was going on with Nimf? What was going on with the children? Just thinking about it made Fangzheng feel restless. Although he could use reason to suppress his uneasiness, Fangzheng's emotions were easily affected by the Abyss. So even though he knew that the Firewoman was right, he couldn't relax so easily.
"Maybe I should wait a little longer. If the mysterious organization hasn't shown up yet, I might go play something big."
After saying this, Fangzheng stood up and nodded to the Firewoman.
"Then, I'll be leaving first."
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