Lucien did not waste any time. He took off the two items from the fire wolf that were still intact after being affected by divine and evil spells.
One of them was a dark-red bracelet, which seemed to be made of fine red velvet. Although it looked like an ordinary, low-quality accessory, Lucien could feel the intense burning and horrifying power of the illusionary flame when he probed it with his spiritual power. The flame seemed to have formed several complicated magic models and were combined in a clever way.
The other item was an iron-black dagger, sharp and cold.
"This bracelet feels even more powerful than my Ice Avenger. It's at least a level-two high-rank magic item." Putting the crimson bracelet and the other item into his magic robe, Lucien turned around and ran toward the other side of the Masol River, leaving a blurred shadow behind him.
Although there were still many corpses within five hundred meters of the guardian's hut, and there might be some divine spells, magic or evil items on the corpses, Lucien did not dare to waste any more time. Being greedy at this moment would be courting death. Also, there might be some marks on the divine spells and evil items that could be easily traced.
After crossing the Masol River and entering the Black Forest on the other side, Lucien ran for a long time. When he was completely hidden in the darkness, Lucien finally stopped to recover his strength.
Then, Lucien probed the bracelet, the flail, and the iron black dagger with his spiritual power. With the help of their extraordinary power, he memorized the internal structure of the items in the Library of the Soul. He planned to analyze them after he returned.
After that, Lucien determined his coordinates on the ground with the position of the stars and the Silver Moon. He buried the flail and the fragment near a special black fir tree. Then, he walked a long distance away and found a huge rock. He hid the bracelet and the iron black dagger under the soil.
Without analyzing them and confirming that they did not have any marks on them, Lucien dared not to take them back.
…
In a dark corner of Larnaca Canyon.
High Priest Angora, whose bald head was covered in bizarre magical runes, was being held in the air by a hand by his throat.
He looked at the person in front of him in shock and fear. He squeezed out a voice and asked, "Why do you want to kill me?"
As a grade-7 high priest, Angora felt as if he had lost all his strength after being pinched by the white, slender hand. He could no longer cast any terrifying spells.
"I didn't expect you to rely on the shadow puppets to escape from Camille, Amelton, and Gosette's encirclement. However, since you've already used up all your items, it's difficult for you to shake off Amelton's pursuit. Although she's a cardinal on the surface, she's actually the head of the Inquisition in Orvarit. She's one of the top three experts in tracking. " A pleasant and gentle voice replied with a smile, "If you are caught by her, all your schemes will be exposed, so I will 'clean' you up on behalf of Ilya."
Angora did not expect that to be the reason. He said in disbelief, "You can save me! And we have the same purpose. However, we need to use this opportunity to find 'him'. "
The gentle voice laughed in disgust, "I hate devil followers like you the most. Your blood stinks of sulfur. So, it's better to kill you. Also, I've changed my mind about this matter. I don't want to get involved. However, it's going to be very interesting, and I'll enjoy it. "
"Are you crazy?" Angora wanted to roar, but his voice only came out a little bit, "How can you change your mind? Why are you doing this? Aren't you afraid that those big shots will punish you? "
"I like it." The gentle voice ended the conversation with a short answer.
Angora, who was pinched by the slender hand, started to shrivel up.
Very soon, Angora, who was so old that he looked like he could die at any moment, turned into a dry corpse that had lost all vitality and water. Then, he exploded without a sound, turning into bits of yellow powder that drifted in the canyon.
"Since you're already dead, I'll give you a piece of information for free. Hathaway is coming back from the alternate dimension."
As the voice trailed off, the slender hand melted into the darkness.
Less than two minutes later, a mature woman wearing a bright red bishop's robe eerily appeared in the air. Her eyes were cold and sharp as she looked around.
"The traces of the Argent Horn high priest have completely disappeared?" After a while, she said in a low voice with a hint of doubt.
…
In the vast Black Forest, Lucien hurried back to Phyllis's manor along the path he took to come here, leaving behind afterimages that scared off all kinds of ferocious creatures.
More than twenty minutes later, Lucien saw Phyllis's manor. The darkness around him lit up the main hall.
"The ball is not over yet? It's close to twelve. " Lucien stopped outside the Black Forest and quietly crept toward the cultist who had been tailing and spying on him for the past few days.
Phyllis's manor was far away from the underground relic, and there were a few hills in the middle, which made it impossible for anyone to notice the battle outside the relic. Also, Argent Horn had retreated in a hurry, so this heretic had been forgotten. Perhaps he would not be contacted until Argent Horn settled down again.
Seeing this cultist leaning against the tree, quietly praying and meditating without any abnormalities, Lucien let out a long sigh of relief. "Camille and the Church's people should still be intensely and nervously chasing and searching for the main force of Argent Horn. They won't have time to care about the small fry here."
For Lucien, this cultist was the biggest loophole in the story he made up. If he was caught, he could only hope that the interrogators would forget to verify the fact that he had "received the blessing and activated the Blessing" from this cultist.
Taking out another common dagger, Lucien took advantage of the moonlight and turned into a silver afterimage, sneaking toward the cultist in a creepy and silent way.
Through today's battle, Lucien was sure that this cultist was not an official "Divine Priest", but a "Quasi-Divine Priest" whose spiritual power was stronger than that of ordinary senior-rank apprentices, which was in line with Lucien's judgment.
When he got close to the cultist, Lucien dropped some glittering powder from his hand. Without chanting any spell, he changed the frequency of his spiritual power waves in advance and cast "Forbidden Light".
A cluster of darkness without any light suddenly appeared and enveloped the cultist. Although Lucien had sensed it when the magic waves were generated, it was too late. When he opened his eyes, he could only see complete darkness.
Lucien was not affected at all with his Darkvision. He clearly saw a circle of black flame rising from the cultist's body and spreading out in all directions.
The black flame did not burn any plants, but it frightened the ants and insects nearby. They kept moving around in circles.
Lucien, with Ice Avenger, judged that the magic flame was a kind of evil spell that belonged to the category of fear. Without any hesitation, he directly rushed toward it.
Fear invaded his mind, but his will was as strong as stone. Lucien dashed into the darkness in the form of moonlight and triggered the alarm trap that the cultist set up in advance.
The cultist activated "Talisman of Fear" to block and slow down the enemy's attack, and then cast other evil spells to defend or counterattack. However, as soon as the Flame of Fear spread out, he sensed the feedback of his alarm trap.
Therefore, although he could not see anything, he silently chanted a spell, and waves of magic waves spread out in that direction.
The basic evil spell, Words of Shattering!
However, Lucien had already expected the alarm trap, because if he was meditating or spying on other people outside, he would definitely set up something similar around him. This was a good habit of every spellcaster. Therefore, as soon as the trap was triggered, Lucien immediately changed his center of gravity and rushed toward the cultist in a semicircle.
At such a close distance, the cultist who was still buffering his spellcasting suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed by a sharp pain. Then, his neck was twisted by a strong and slender hand, making a cracking sound.
After finishing the battle quickly and cleanly, Lucien immediately ran toward the Melzer Black Forest with the body of the cultist under his arm. After running for four or five minutes, he randomly found a secluded place and stopped.
After disposing of the body and burying it, Lucien found a place to bury the talisman. He did not dare to use such an evil item. After all, he did not know if the Master of Argent could sense the user.
After making up for the biggest flaw, Lucien found the clothes and shoes that he hid earlier. Then he burned the black robe that was already damaged and cleaned his feet and hands.
… …
Outside the ranger's cabin, the five night watchers, Clown, Salvatore, Lend, Juliana, and Minsk, had gone through extremely difficult and dangerous battles. Their spiritual power was exhausted, and their potions were all used up. Therefore, they were replaced by the night watchers who came later. They were not allowed to participate in the battle to hunt down the cultist.
Although their wounds could be healed with Healing and Restoration, their exhaustion and exhaustion could not be eliminated. Also, these divine spells would also exhaust their physical strength. Therefore, Clown and the other night watchers were even more exhausted. They were walking on the scorched soil with their heads down.
There were thirty night watchers, and every one of them was a real expert. They were companions who walked in the darkness and fought against evil. But now, there were only five of them left. How could the Keeper, Lend, and Minsk not be angry, frustrated, and sorrowful?
Slowly walking back, Juliana, the sensitive level-two battle priest, suddenly shouted, "Captain, there's something on the body of the fire wolf!" Her voice was strange and alert.
Hearing that, Clown, her captain, immediately walked to the body of the fire wolf. Naturally, the rest of the team followed him.
"The End of the Betrayer."
"Professor."
The blood-red words were reflected in the eyes of the five night watchers, making them think that their eyes were filled with blood. Their eyes turned completely red!
Anger, as if a volcano had erupted, and hatred, as if an endless abyss, suddenly burst out and echoed in the hearts of the five night watchers.
Twenty-five night watchers' lives were exchanged for the cold and mocking words of Professor!
Everything he did was to eliminate the traitor and warn the Church! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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