Chapter 200: The Defeat
Chapter 200: The Defeat
Light!
A brilliant white radiance converged, forming a massive Holy Cross.
Beneath the cross, the Deer Head Spirit that was originally there had vanished without a trace.
"In the name of the Holy Spirit..."
Vole's expression remained stern, holding the Cross Sword in one hand and gripping a necklace around his neck with the other, "Evil, begone!"
The surrounding darkness seemed to be struck heavily, retreating a short distance but not dissipating...
On the contrary!
The ground quivered, and countless vines burst forth, coiling around the group like giant pythons.
These 'vines' were covered in thorns, gleaming with a metallic hue.
More terrifyingly, they carried a dense Demon Pollution, causing even the extraordinary beings to be mentally restrained, unable to resist.
Thud! Fang Xing stomped his foot, and a force seeped through his shoes into the earth, crushing the gathering Dark God Aura beneath.
If this aura wasn't crushed, the vines would have been endless.
Leaning against the carriage, Fang Xing's demeanor was relaxed and content, resembling a spectator at a play, "Come on... Wandering Knight, unsheathe your sword for justice!"
'A Druid? Or a Wizard? A Mage?'
Vole's heart stirred, and he swung his Cross Sword, severing the vines that entangled him, realizing he had misjudged.
This foreigner was no ordinary man!
'And to have survived as a wanderer until now, he must have some skills.'
Vole took out a bottle of Holy Water and applied it to his eyes.
A light seemed to emanate from his eyes, and with this radiance, he saw through the black mist and spotted the Deer Head Spirit with its human body and deer head!
"I swear, I shall be devout!"
"I swear, I shall protect the weak!"
"I swear, I shall repel evil!"
...
Vole muttered the Knight's Creed, pointing the blade of his sword at his palm.
The sword was incredibly sharp, and with a light touch, blood oozed out.
Once the blood soaked the blade, he pounced like a giant bear, "Crimson Cross Slash!"
Whoosh!
The radiant cross reappeared.
This time, within the radiance, there was a hint of blood-red.
The crimson wasn't seductive but carried a masculine aura.
The blood-red Cross Sword's light slashed at the Deer Head Spirit, causing it to retreat and completely disappear into the darkness.
Swish!
The sword light seemed to cut through the night, allowing light to penetrate and reveal the original path.
"Praise Radiance, Praise Holy Spirit..."
Seeing this, Sophia couldn't help but mutter.
"Let's go!"
Vole glared, "Spirits can't be killed... I can only temporarily repel it, but I've also angered it..."
He turned to Fang Xing, "I'll drive. Do you want to come along, young Druid or Mage?"
"Just a correction, I'm not a Druid or a Mage... Strictly speaking, I'm more like a Knight, a wandering knight like yourself. But thank you for the invitation. For the rest of the journey, you won't have to worry, because... I'll take action!"
At this moment, Fang Xing wasn't using his Golden Elixir to convert his magical power; he was just a pure martial artist.
Hearing this, he smiled slightly and boarded the carriage.
Vole said nothing more and cracked the whip.
The carriage immediately moved forward, and after a few dozen meters, a shocking scene came into view.
On the trees lining the road, there were already bodies hanging, one after another.
They were arranged in a spread-eagled position, their limbs pierced by branches, and blood flowed down the branches.
"Oh my... Those bandits who were supposed to be taken away by the dragon."
Sophia covered her mouth, her face turning pale.
"What do you mean, 'supposed to be taken away by the dragon'?"
Fang Xing asked, puzzled.
"It's a saying in Tulip County, similar to 'damned'..." Vole shrugged, "Anyway, you got the gist of it... The nearest city here is Dunken City, where there's a Radiant Cathedral. If the Deer Head Spirit dares to chase us there, we'll join forces with the Divine Shepherds and seal it beneath the church."
The Radiant Cathedral, of course, also possesses extraordinary power.
Furthermore, its promotion system is very clear, from the lowest rank of Divine Servant, implying a servant of the divine, to the Divine Shepherds who can perceive the divine and perform divine arts... Then there are the Bishops who preside over regional church affairs, followed by the Cardinals at the center of the Cathedral, often dressed in black robes and known as the Black Cardinals.
At the pinnacle of this system is the Pope of the Radiant Cathedral, regarded as the divine's spokesperson and the closest to the divine...
"I actually have a question... What's the relationship between the 'God' worshipped by the Radiant Cathedral and the 'Grand Sovereign' worshipped by the Satu Sect?"
Fang Xing asked curiously.
He actually wanted to ask if the Radiant God was a Primordial Spirit.
But such a question would be offensive.
Even now, Vole seemed to have the urge to strike him, "The Lord is the one true God... The rest are false gods."
'In other words... Do Radiant believers consider the 'Radiant God' to be a higher-level existence than the 'Grand Sovereign', above the Primordial Spirit?'
Fang Xing nodded inwardly, "I heard from a Wizard that... the Radiant God has passed away?"
"Oh my, what blasphemy!" Sophia couldn't hold back, "You should be taken away by the dragon..."
"The Radiant God has never passed away..."
Vole shook his head. As a wandering knight who had left the Holy Knights, he had met many people and was no longer as blindly fanatical as before, ready to draw his sword at the slightest insult.
Despite the constant threat of the Deer Head Spirit's attacks and the unknown motives of the person beside him, Fang Xing couldn't afford to create another enemy.
As for the earlier discussion about whether to take action or not, he decided to just listen and wait.
Just as the Deer Head Spirit was being driven back...
Inside the manor, on the altar, the originally dark eyes of the Deer Head Spirit suddenly shed two streams of bloody tears.
"Damn... How did a Radiant Cathedral Knight suddenly appear?!"
The Menbasa Wizard's aged face contorted with rage, "Everyone from the Radiant Cathedral must die! Come!"
At his command, the gatekeeper entered, his eyes completely white.
"Go... Prepare enough sacrifices!"
After Menbasa's order, the gatekeeper quickly left. Soon, screams echoed within the manor.
Before long, he returned with a tray, upon which lay a human head. The skull was opened, with two branches inserted, and blood flowed from the facial orifices.
"Deer Head Spirit... Please accept my sacrifice..."
The Menbasa Wizard began his bizarre dance again, his body twisting in ways that defied physics. His face contorted, seemingly transforming into another visage.
A dark purple tongue, like a snake, shot out and quickly pierced the deer's head.
The Great Sorcerer Menbasa's eyes rolled back, and his body began to convulse violently as if his soul had left his body...
...
"Here it comes!"
On the carriage, Fang Xing smiled slightly.
"Hmm?"
After a while, Wol finally realized the situation and drew his Cross Sword, noticing the radiance on the blade. He glanced at Fang Xing with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
The surrounding roads were now shrouded in mist, a thin fog spreading everywhere.
From the forest by the road, the Deer Head Spirit emerged once more.
"Now we can be sure that this Nature Spirit is being controlled by someone..."
Fang Xing stood up and stretched leisurely.
With his movement, a furnace seemed to ignite around them, evaporating the white mist and dispelling the darkness. The true form of the Deer Head Spirit, shrouded in the mist, was revealed.
It was a humanoid spirit with a deer's head and a human body, wearing animal skins around its waist. Its deer-like head sported a pair of large antlers, almost larger than its body.
Between these fan-shaped, forked antlers hung a human head, ancient and withered. Its hair resembled ropes, connecting the various antler branches, making it look like a spider suspended in its web.
"It's Satu Sect sorcery... A wizard is cursing us!"
Wol's expression changed.
"This is aimed at me."
Fang Xing was now certain.
He had seen this aged face in the wizard's memories. The wizard was likely named Menbasa, a Great Sorcerer of the Satu Sect.
"What a pity... Only one person was lured here?"
Fang Xing sighed, and a point of golden light appeared on his body, transforming into a golden sun.
Under the golden sun's radiance, the dark vines instantly turned into torches! Moreover, the golden flames also enveloped the Deer Head Spirit.
"Ah!"
The human head atop the Deer Head Spirit screamed, and Menbasa's aged voice echoed, "This... Whose power is this? Outsider... Don't think you've won..."
"How can I have won if I don't kill you?"
Fang Xing lightly leaped, his body moving from the carriage to beside the Deer Head Spirit.
His psychic power was boundless, and through the connection with the aged head, he saw a manor, an aged wizard, and an altar dripping with blood...
"Die!"
Fang Xing gently pointed his finger at the aged head's forehead.
His martial will was highly concentrated, like a spear, following the mysterious connection in his mind, and arrived at the manor.
"Ah!"
A scream suddenly echoed from within the secret chamber.
"The Great Sorcerer?!"
The gatekeeper rushed in and saw the Great Sorcerer's body lying on the ground, a bloody hole in his forehead.
"Is the Great Sorcerer dead?"
The gatekeeper's expression was strange, first disbelieving, then contorted with a mix of horror and joy. "Haha... You old man, you're finally dead! I... I can become the new Great Sorcerer!"
Unfortunately, his joy was short-lived.
Menbasa's body suddenly shed a layer of mask, and a dark purple tongue shot out, piercing the gatekeeper's mouth.
The gatekeeper fell to the ground, his body convulsing.
After a few seconds, he stood up, touching his face, "Who was that person... How could they..."
Recalling that finger-pointing gesture, Menbasa's face showed disbelief.
In his memory, that figure seemed to come to life, appearing before him again, offering that deadly finger!
"No... I can't think about it... I can't remember..."
"I..."
The possessed gatekeeper's face was filled with panic, but he couldn't stop his thoughts.
Finally...
Bang!
A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he fell to the ground, dead.
This time, no dark purple tongue emerged.
Instead, as time passed, a layer of corrosive darkness enveloped the entire manor, and a masked, upper-body-only humanoid figure appeared, its chest painted with oil colors, began to wander the manor, killing indiscriminately.
This was Menbasa's spirit, unrestrained after his death, wreaking havoc...
(End of Chapter)
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