Once again, Cardilla walked alone on the dark street.
As she walked, she cursed in her heart, "That lunatic! Pervert! Who does he think he is? He even wants to hunt people from the Church of the Cup. "
But the sad thing was, she did not have a choice.
After being chased out, she became the bait.
She did not know how long she had been unconscious, but the moon tonight was obviously much brighter than before.
Cardilla could only walk forward silently while praying for Damo's protection.
"Woof woof!"
At this moment, she heard a dog bark.
From the end of the street, a few men in black with big dogs on leashes suddenly appeared.
Under the dim yellow street lamps, the hounds roared excitedly, saliva dripping from their mouths. Their heads suddenly split open, revealing dense white teeth.
These were evil hounds created by the Church of the Cup. They had a more sensitive sense of smell than their own kind, and were most suitable for finding people.
When the men in black saw Cardilla, their faces showed surprise. One of them immediately used a nameless technique to send a signal to the Church.
"Damn it."
Cardilla did not want to fall into the hands of these lunatics at all, so she could only turn around and run.
According to the plan of the other lunatic, the route she took was very close to the ambush.
The other party set up the ambush in an abandoned factory. If there was a conflict between the two sides, maybe she could find a chance to leave!
Cardilla ran quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she saw the ruined door of the abandoned factory.
Her eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she jumped in and rushed into an empty factory.
Bang bang!
The next moment, the door and windows were broken, and the pursuers also rushed in like a tide.
"Damn it, there are no traps or helpers!"
Seeing this, Cardilla's face was full of despair, "That despicable and shameless person, yes, he wants me to die in the hands of these people to cover up the truth that he obtained the documents? I'm so stupid! "
"Cardilla, hand over the documents!"
Among the men in black, a middle-aged man laughed grimly, "Otherwise … we will cut off your flesh piece by piece and eat it! You know, the last sacrifice we ate was her for three days and three nights! That kind of cry of pain and despair will always be the best accompaniment to a meal. "
"You bunch of lunatics!" Cardilla cursed, already thinking of suicide.
She definitely did not want to become a sacrifice for these lunatics.
However, in the next second, a somewhat familiar voice was heard. "Modo …"
As Ancient Sumerian chanted, invisible ripples spread out.
The hound beasts on the other side fell one by one, as if they had been harvested by the invisible scythe of the Grim Reaper in the void.
Next, it was the black-clothed man who controlled them.
"It's an ambush!"
The middle-aged man in the lead roared. There was a strict hierarchy in the Grail Chaser Church, starting from the disciples, then the Bronze Cup, Silver Cup, Gold Cup, and finally the Holy Grail Grand Shepherd.
He was just a mere copper cup. Facing the harvesting of souls, he was similarly powerless.
Fortunately, as the followers of the Blackblood Lord, they had an abundance of potions.
The middle-aged man bit open a blood sac hidden in his teeth, allowing the fishy and sweet magic medicine to be poured down his throat. A faint layer of light appeared around his body, and he finally resisted this attack.
"Eh? Not a bad magic medicine! "
Chung Shen-soo slowly walked out of the darkness. He was now wearing a black robe and a hood that covered his face, leaving only a shadow. "To be able to resist my greeting, even though it's just a magic medicine, it's still not bad …"
"Unknown mysterious person, do not recklessly participate in the matters of the Grail Chaser Church, or you will feel eternal despair!"
The middle-aged man's legs were slightly trembling, but he still uttered threatening words.
What responded to him was Chung Shen-soo's incantation. "Modo …"
The next moment, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that his spirit was connected to an extremely terrifying abyss. Some inexplicable, terrifying, and evil images kept entering his mind.
There was even a kind of indescribable corruption that seemed to be brought by facing a great existence!
"No!"
The middle-aged man wailed and knelt on the ground. With trembling hands, he dug out his eyes and pierced his ears, as if trying to isolate the images and ravings.
But it was useless!
His body began to expand, and under his flesh, there seemed to be even more terrifying things squirming.
"The same incantation, but different effects. You are a mad mage!"
The one who was even more frightened than the middle-aged man was Cardilla.
She looked at Chung Shen-soo with eyes full of fear. "I actually lived with a real madman for so long?"
"Hehe …"
Chung Shen-soo smiled but did not answer.
Maintaining the identity of a mad mage was indeed very intimidating.
After all, who would dare to provoke a mysterious person with the words "I'm super mad" written all over his face?
"What kind of terror and madness is hidden in your spirit? What made him like this? "
Cardilla asked in horror as she looked at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and constantly struggling with blood flowing from his eyes and ears.
Chung Shen-soo did not answer. He just silently watched this scene until the middle-aged man died, and his flesh and blood turned into a pool of pus.
Suddenly, he looked at the front door of the warehouse.
There, one black-robed man after another walked out. The leader had a shriveled and wrinkled head.
"Jinbei … Mezli …"
Cardilla called out the other party's name with fear.
In the Cup Chaser Church, those who could hold the position of Jinbei were at least 'Upgraded'!
But at this moment, Mezli looked at Chung Shen-soo with fear in his eyes. "How long has it been … since I saw a real mad mage …"
Even evil cultists were afraid of a real mad mage!
"Hehe …"
Chung Shen-soo laughed strangely, as if he did not see Mezli. He rummaged through the corpses of the black-robed people and collected the spoils of war.
Mezli frowned. But he knew that intimidation and deterrence were the same as nothing to a mad mage!
So, he slowly said, "This woman and the things on her are ours!"
"Sure!"
Chung Shen-soo nodded, took out a scroll of parchment from his arms, and showed them the cup symbol. "Then … what can you take out in exchange? I want knowledge, the more, the deeper the knowledge, the better! "
'As expected of a real madman, he doesn't even care about sects … Mad mages are a group of people who worship Chaos!'
Mesley thought to himself. At the same time, he gave his subordinate a look. "In our haste, we didn't bring too many books on mysticism. We only have a few remnant pages of the Whisper of the Worm and half a copy of the Secrets of the True Blood Manual … If you want more, you can give us some time and we can exchange … Hehe, we never stop the curious from obtaining mysticism knowledge. In fact, we encourage it."
"No need, trade!"
Chung Shen-soo said, "I'll count to three, and we'll each throw something to the other party!"
'That simple?'
Mezli's heart flashed with a trace of surprise, but he nodded gently. "Sure!"
He took out a handwritten document from his arms, and a few black pages from his subordinates.
"One … Three!"
Chung Shen-soo smiled and threw the parchment in his hand into the air. Seeing Mezli's shocked face, he also threw the book.
The next moment, a quick incantation sounded in the warehouse. "Modo …"
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