Inside the monastery, Friar Crowe was trembling in fear as he held his sword that had never seen blood since it was sharpened. He was huddled in a small fortress made of wooden planks and furniture in front of his bed.
Although Crowe was nearing middle age and had seen a lot, he was still a scholar. Most of his life was spent in the monastery, teaching children how to read and do math, and telling the nearby residents the stories of the Primordial Goddess. That was all he lived for.
When he joined the Queen's Army's logistics unit a while ago, Crowe felt that it was the most thrilling moment of his life. The wounded and the dead were brought back from the battlefield every day. In just a few days, he saw more blood than he had seen in his entire life. When he returned to the monastery, although he was disappointed because he was left behind, he was also relieved. He felt that he could finally return to the life he was familiar with.
But he never thought that in this familiar monastery, he would meet Xi Ya's messenger, and then encounter the vicious evil cultists!
Outside the monastery's gate, the furious Peter had completely released his curse. Countless ghosts wandered in the nearby fog. The evil aura and the wailing of the portraits sounded like blasphemous prayers in Crowe's ears.
Crowe's eyes stared at the tightly shut door as he panted heavily. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He looked back at the girl sleeping on the bed with a complicated and timid expression on his face.
The Son of God is fighting, right?
The middle-aged friar thought. His faith told him what he should do, but the reality was that he was trembling and could do nothing.
After all, in his opinion, only the Son of God could punish those evil Extraordinaries. In Claude's eyes, Luo Ya and Nuo Aier were different from ordinary people. It was not just the difference in strength, but also the difference in personality and other aspects.
Powerful but not arrogant, polite and approachable, brave and fearless, and able to choose to fight without hesitation in the face of a terrible enemy. This was not something ordinary people could do. It was better to say that ordinary people were in a completely different state when facing the evil cultists.
Cowardice, fear, yes-men, and the inability to muster up the courage to resist the evil existence. This was not an exception in this world, but the common reaction of most people.
Nuo Aier's courage in the face of the cultists came from his family's heritage and the pride of his bloodline. Luo Ya's courage in the face of the cultists came from the righteousness and responsibility in his heart. Although the reasons were different, they had unknowingly crossed the threshold in their hearts.
The surrender of power was not scary. What was scary was the surrender of the soul. The special feeling that Crowe felt from the two of them was the noble and unyielding spirit. He had only felt this feeling from a few people in the past, including the current Holy See and Princess Wei Duoliya.
"May Xi Ya bless you."
Sincerely praying for the two of them, Crowe looked at the statue of the goddess in front of him and muttered to himself.
Peter had never thought that there would be a day when he would be forced to defend himself with all his might by a little kid of Origin Grade 6.
Now that the lady with the dog was directly sent to the sky by the Holy See's dagger, the only paintings that Peter could command were the Holy Virgin Mary and some miscellaneous things that could not be put on the table.
Fat merchants, rigid soldiers, crying maids. Peter's early paintings were brought out one by one. Most of these paintings were limited in strength and didn't have much use. They were the lousy works that Peter was ashamed to let others see. But now, he couldn't care less about that.
In an environment where the visibility was less than ten meters, the mysterious disappearance of the enemy was obviously a magic weapon, a short sword. Everything gathered together and turned into a murderous intent that made Peter tremble with fear in the dark night.
The pale-faced man gasped for breath, trying his best to calm his heart.
Don't panic! It's just a little kid of Origin Grade 6, so what if he has a treasure? His actual combat experience and psychological endurance are definitely not as good as mine! I'm the hunter, he's the prey!
"You think you hid well? I saw you a long time ago! "
Peter shouted loudly as he thought, trying to trick Luo Ya out, but in the fog of the night, there was no movement except for the screams of the vengeful spirits. The man's dim yellow eyes widened in anger, but suddenly he sensed that there was movement in the defensive net of the paintings twenty meters behind him.
Found it!
The moment he heard the message from the painting, the red light in Peter's hand suddenly shot behind him. A vicious curse that could turn people into blood-colored sludge crossed the night and hit a figure covered in red gauze.
"Hahahaha! Found you! Now you know the gap between us, little brat! You think you can defeat me with a few good things? It's simply a fantasy! "
Peter, who found that the attack had hit him, was overjoyed. His face showed a presumptuous smile as he stepped closer, deciding to watch Luo Ya's painful expression as his body turned into blood before he died.
However, what he didn't expect was that he did see Luo Ya's expression, but it wasn't pain. Instead, it was a mocking smile that his plan had succeeded.
At this time, Luo Ya was lying on the ground. In his hand was the amethyst pendant that could not be activated in the [Personal Studio] space. In the sparkling light, a layer of hard barrier stuck to his body and completely enveloped him. No matter how the paintings in the fog hit him, he was unharmed.
“！”
The moment he saw that Luo Ya was fine, Peter opened his mouth wide and lost his words, but Luo Ya's eyes were like stars, overflowing with killing intent!
"I see you."
The young man's voice was like an invitation letter from the Grim Reaper. In the next moment, Luo Ya's figure disappeared into thin air. A strong wind blew behind Peter, and a silver dagger pierced through the protective Virgin Mary statue before the man had time to react, rushing all the way forward with irresistible force.
"Puchi!"
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