Chapter 84: Chaos

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

With Moonlight, Lucien moved quickly through the woods like a shadow. Although the manor was quite far from Larnaca Canyon, twenty minutes later, he could already see the shining Massol River, which was very close to the canyon, reflecting the moonlight in front of him.

Lucien slowed down a bit to be more cautious. He saw several campfires blazing in the distance, which were probably lit by adventurers.

...

The river bed was covered with countless pebbles. The river named Massol kept running eastwards and in the end joined Belem River.

Wearing a black hood, Fire Wolf stepped out of the trees’ shadow very cautiously. There was an unfeathered, bright red-skinned bird standing on his shoulder. Tonight, the night watchers were making an ambush in a distance and the leader of the night watchers, Clown, was waiting for his signal.

Fire Wolf betrayed the apprentices group for a reason: a magic potion called Magic Gate would be given to him from the Church after successfully arresting Professor. The potion could help him become a real sorcerer and then he would be allowed to join the Night Watch. At that time, there would be no need for him to hide as a spy and a betrayer anymore.

Grabbing the bracelet in his pocket nervously, Fire Wolf was trying his best to stay focused, in order to sense if anyone was approaching. The bracelet called Fire Weaver was a level three magic item given by the Church to help protect himself when facing Professor.

Although Clown promised to him that they would arrive within thirty seconds after they saw his signal, Fire Wolf’s heart was still beating very fast. No one knew what was going to happen within the thirty seconds.

It was already ten forty. Fire Wolf heard wolves howling deep in the woods. He

arrived at the the entrance to the canyon but did not see Professor.

Turning around, he saw something shining on a big rock. It was a message left by Professor.

"Meet you in the Black Forest, close to the south entrance to the canyon."

Fire Wolf was not really surprised that Professor changed the meeting place all of a sudden. After all, it was a quite common way to avoid being tailed after.

After the weird-looking bird, Fire Feather, made several chirps as a signal for the night watchers, Fire Wolf headed into the deeper woods.

This time it took him more than ten minutes to arrive at the designated place. It was very dark around since the moonlight was completely shaded by the tall and thick cedars.

Fire Wolf heard several savage howls in a distance, sounding rather thrilling. However, it was a relief for him since the howls were made by the night watchers.

They had followed Fire Wolf here and then the team scattered to check the surroundings.

Half an hour later, Professor still did not show up. Fire Wolf started to feel irritated, pacing back and forth and wondering if Professor had somehow found out that it was s trap.

The night watchers also lost their patience. Clown sent the message to the other night watchers using a secret method:

"Search this area, in a five-hundred-meter radius around the south entrance."

The night watchers around started to move instantly.

Soon Minsk, one of the night watchers, found a wood cabin in the forest.

...

In the forest on the other side of the cabin, one of the night watchers had become a dead body with the fear still lingering on his face, and part of his brains were visible.

A slender man wearing a long black jacket was standing beside the dead body. The silver horn pattern on his jacket was rather noticeable. His right hand was covered with the night watcher’s white brain tissue, and the man was sucking his fingers to enjoy the taste, as if he was tasting the sweetest candy.

A crystal ball on the man’s left hand suddenly emitted a rather old voice, "Kill them all, Dragan. The temple knights will help you. Do not let them find our relic."

"Yes, my lord." The man finished licking his fingers, "Although I’m quite sure these poor guys’ target is not us, I enjoy killing… and brains."

His black jacket billowed out in the wind and within a second he disappeared in the darkness.

...

Tonight, the two Night Watcher teams were composed of a total of thirty members. Among them there were pastors, knights and even four grand knights as the team leaders. Close to half of the night watchers of the inquisition were sent in order to capture the mysterious Professor alive.

However, the dark forest unexpectedly turned into a hell to them tonight. They forfeited their lives here without even knowing who was their real enemy.

The smell of blood spread through the forest.

Clown was trying to contact the other night watchers. Suddenly, he sensed the threat from behind and immediately rolled forward.

A black ball fiercely struck the place where Clown was just standing. After that moment, the stones, grass and trees in the area disappeared completely, like water completely vaporized within a second.

Clown remained calm. His fingers started to move in a weird way like he was playing piano. Translucent lines grew out from his fingers and quickly shot out into the woods, pulling someone out.

It was Gragan.

"Puppet Blessing. Interesting." Dragan’s body gradually melted within the darkness and escaped from the fine lines, "Is it how you utilize your dark Blessing? Ummm… I see… you became the hound of the inquisition." Dragan’s voice was rather cold.

"Puppet is no dark Blessing. It’s a special gift from the God of Truth, not like your filthy dark power, Dragan!" Clown recognized him and called his name.

Clown lifted his arms again and this time the fine lines became much stronger. When the lines captured Dragan again, at the same time, Clown shot off the magic firework as a signal asking for help from the church.

However, before the firework was fully spread in the sky, a sudden strong black wave directly struck it. The firework signal was instantly devoured by the wave and disappeared in the sky.

Dark Devourer, a level six fiend spell, which was how the Church called the power that did not come from the God of Truth. The person who just cast this spell was of cardinal level!

...

In the underground relic, five high priests wearing silver robes were looking up at the two great priests standing on the altar respectfully.

"It’s time to show your loyalty to our true God. Lead the other priests to devastate our enemies outside, the hounds of the so-called God of Truth." The bald old man on the altar commanded.

"Be quick." The other great priest added, coldly, "Although I stopped the signal, we shall still finish them as soon as possible before the heretics outside can ask for help again."

"Your will is God’s will, great priests," answered the five high priests at the same time.

...

The night watchers were very experienced fighters, and they did not earn their name undeservedly. When they realized that their enemies tonight were actually the heretics, they started to fight back.

A night watcher was holding a thick canon of scripture in his hand. This man was called Canon Holder, and he was the leader of the other Night Watcher team tonight.

Canon Holder’s steps were firm and steady. As he flipped the pages of the canon, a huge flame ball came right down from the sky and instantly vaporized a dark knight in front of him.

Level four divine spell, Flame Strike.

Without any interval, this night watcher flipped the pages again and summoned a flame wall and protected his team members, who were facing another dark knight.

Canon Holder was a level five bishop, who voluntarily gave up his life under the sunlight and joined the Night Watch to fight for his true God.

Lucien was sitting on a big tree quite a distance away, looking at the explosions on the ground expressionlessly as if he was appreciating nice fireworks.

He saw that the rest of the night watchers were approaching the wood cabin; he saw that the night watcher Minsk survived for now with his defense called Dragon Scale from his Red Dragon Blessing; and he saw that there were only eighteen night watchers left out of thirty.

However, Lucien was still waiting.