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The feather duster-like flail was so heavy that even Lucien could not wield it easily. The two flail heads were also very powerful, far more powerful than Lucien's "Acid Splash" and "Blazing Fire Glue".
Seeing that the bodies were either burned into ashes or dissolved into viscous liquid, Lucien was a little scared. "If I didn't turn into Moonlight and was hit directly by the flail, I would've been seriously injured, and I wouldn't have been able to recover in a short time."
However, even though Moonlight had greatly weakened the fire, acid, and flail's damage, the remaining physical and lightning damage still hurt Lucien. His limbs were still trembling, and the numbness could not be completely removed.
"It seems that I need to bathe in the Silver Moon for at least half an hour to recover." While whipping, Lucien took a tube of Owl to recover his spiritual power, which was consumed by casting the spell without casting a spell.
Under the attack of the flail, all the bodies turned into a small puddle of weird-colored liquid in less than thirty seconds, and the ashes were flying in the air.
There were still a few pieces of Jason's black leather armor, but Lucien destroyed the crystal ball without hesitation. He was worried that the cultists would track him down if he took it away.
Then, Lucien kicked over the bucket in the cell. Pretending to be a cultist, he accidentally knocked it over when he was retreating in a hurry. With the help of the broken pieces of the flail, the liquid inside the bucket was washed away.
While doing all this, Lucien had been paying attention to the explosion and the sound of fighting on the surface. At this moment, the direction and location of the explosion had changed a lot, and Lucien knew that Camille and the Church had defeated the people outside Argent Horn and were about to enter the relic. Therefore, without further delay, Lucien moved Chorre and Alisa back to Elwyn's side. Then, he picked up the flail and the broken pieces of the flail and walked to the gate of the "prison". In a low voice, he chanted a spell and used the change of temperature to blow away the dust inside to the corridor outside.
This apprentice-level spell could not blow away the smoke caused by supernatural forces. It could only be used to create an atmosphere and in such situations.
After taking care of the scene, Lucien rushed to the nearest exit with the flail. This was a remote location in the relic palace, and the exit was far away from the core of the temple. If he left from here, he would not run into any cultist priests, priests, or dark Knight.
"Without this flail, those bodies would have to be taken care of." Lucien ran as fast as he could and recalled the whole process in case something went wrong. "I've done everything I can. Now I can only pray that Uncle Chorre and his family are not that unlucky. The other cultists are busy running for their lives. I don't think they'll come to the prison to help. "After all, Jason, the dark Knight, was in charge of the prison.
However, if he directly saved Chorre and his family, Lucien would be suspected without any hindrance.
His shadow flashed, and Lucien quickly approached the nearest exit. However, to Lucien's surprise, he did not run into any heretic at all!
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In the underground palace, after the silver-robed High Priest Ilya gave the order, the priests, Divine Officers, and Dark Knights left behind started to clean up the traces.
Inside a stone house.
A few ordinary cultists saw a priest running into their room. They hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground and stretched out their hands, performing the unique etiquette of Argent Horn. "Honorable Priest Jerome, what can I do for you …"
Before they could finish their words, their voices stopped abruptly. Clouds of black smoke emerged from their bodies and drilled into Jerome's body, taking away all their vitality.
Looking at the terrified and disbelieving expressions of these ordinary believers, Pastor Jerome shrugged. "You are traces that need to be dealt with."
The change of the situation was beyond Ilia's expectation. At this critical moment, it was impossible for the ordinary cultists to escape from the Church. Therefore, they had to be taken care of in case they leaked the information about the priests, the priests, and the ruins.
Jerome turned around and ran out of the room. After all, looking for ordinary believers in the room was a very tedious and time-consuming task. It was not a good choice in this kind of situation where every minute and every second was extremely precious. He just needed to get rid of the believers who were near the entrance of the forest keeper's hut so that they would not be caught by the night watchers before they could reach the other exits.
Of course, Jerome didn't dare to deal with the room that was too close to the entrance of the ranger's hut. Deep Blue Tide Camil and the two red-robed bishops were coming from there. Even if he wanted to "meet" the true god and obtain "eternal silence," he couldn't use such a stupid method.
"In any case, the rooms there will definitely be destroyed by the battle between several powerful Level Six and Level Seven figures. No one will survive." Jerome comforted himself as he cast an evil spell to increase his speed.
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Lucien was very close to the exit of the ruins. He could even feel the light of the Silver Moon coming from there. However, he suddenly stopped and hid in a dark corner, because he smelled the smell of blood and death from the moonlight.
Although Lucien had expected that he would be stopped by the priests or priests, he was still surprised. "Has there been a fight? Is it an internal conflict? "
Quietly approaching the exit, Lucien eavesdropped carefully.
In less than a minute, Lucien heard a few footsteps running to the exit. Some of the cultists even passed by the dark corner where Lucien was hiding. However, without exception, when they reached the exit, there was only the sound of falling to the ground and the occasional scream.
"Ambush? No, the Church won't be able to reach the exit so quickly. And it doesn't seem like they're doing this. Is it the cultists who are dealing with the ordinary cultists? "Lucien guessed. He did not force his way in. Instead, he waited quietly for an opportunity.
As long as they were not from the Church, no matter if they were from the Church, they would definitely retreat when Camil, the Cardinal, and the Night Watchers were chasing after them. They would not risk their lives. All Lucien needed to do was to make use of the time difference.
As time went by, all kinds of weird noises came from the underground ruins. Some of them were getting closer and closer. Lucien could not help but feel a little anxious.
Finally, there was a wave of supernatural power near the exit. Lucien immediately focused his attention.
Then, a cold voice came, "Let's go. Elijah asked us to leave immediately. There shouldn't be any more cultists coming."
"But we didn't see Jason?" Another young but hoarse voice answered.
The cold voice hurriedly said, "Are we still waiting for him? It doesn't matter if he's dead or charging at the night watchers in a frenzy. We can't wait any longer. "
"Okay, let's go." The young voice also understood the urgency of the situation.
Then, it was quiet around the exit. Lucien could not tell whether they had left or not.
However, the silence made Lucien feel relieved. It seemed that the two cultists had not reached the level of priests yet. It would take them a lot of time to destroy the exit. Therefore, they did not have such an idea.
Such a solid underground ruin could not be destroyed by a low-rank spell like "Small Petrification to Mud".
In fact, it was quite normal. Priests would not guard such a remote exit. Also, most of the priests and grand Knight were involved in the battle on the surface. Not many of them could come back.
Unable to tell whether the two cultists had really left or not, Lucien was a bit hesitant. However, when he thought of the night watchers, he decided to try his best. Unless the two cultists knew that he was hiding here in advance, they would not waste any more time pretending to leave. After all, it was impossible for the ordinary cultists to discover their ambush.
Lucien's body glowed in silver light and quickly blurred. He stomped on the ground and turned into a blurred shadow, running towards the exit.
After turning into moonlight, Lucien's blurred shadow was very similar to the light of the Silver Moon. It was hard for anyone to notice it.
Turning around the corner of the corridor, Lucien saw the exit through the moonlight and the bushes outside.
In extreme vigilance, Lucien, whose blurred shadow had almost blended into the moonlight, passed through the exit and breathed in the fresh air with a slight smell of mud.
There were more than ten dead bodies of the cultists lying in the bushes outside. It was quiet all around. Lucien was not prepared for any kind of supernatural attack.
With a bit of relief, Lucien looked up at the Silver Moon and a few stars to determine his location. Then he turned around and ran into the Black Forest, running towards the ranger's hut.
This was not a suicidal move, but a choice made by Lucien after a calm judgment.
There should not be many night watchers alive, and they did not know where the exit was, so they could not block it from the surface. Therefore, they must be chasing him in the underground ruin. Running towards the ranger's hut, Lucien happened to be everyone's blind spot.
Of course, he had to run into the Black Forest on the other side of the Masol River from the ranger's hut before the next batch of night watchers arrived.
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The heavy flail somewhat affected Lucien's speed, but bathing in the light of the Silver Moon, not only did Lucien's speed and strength increase, but his wounds also recovered quickly. Also, running in the Black Forest, he did not need to be as careful as when he was in the ruin. Therefore, after a few minutes, Lucien rushed back to the ranger's hut and saw that everything within five hundred meters was burnt black. The trees, bushes, vines, animals, and insects were all destroyed.
Glancing at the remaining strangely shaped bodies, Lucien suddenly realized that one of them was very familiar. At least, his tattered black coat with a hood was very familiar.
"Fire Wolf?"
Lucien quickly ran over and saw a young man's face that was twisted in extreme fear. His throat had been cut open. Other than that, the other wounds on the young man's body seemed to be the result of a battle between divine and evil spells after his death.
After confirming his identity from his figure and magic items, Lucien used 'magic tricks' to control the half-frozen blood on his body and left four blood-red words on the surface of his body:
"The End of the Betrayer."
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