Chapter 262 - 115 Crying Angel_3

Chapter 262: Chapter 115 Crying Angel_3

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The person had just walked into the bar while the incantation was coming to an end.

It was as if some magic ritual had just begun.

Leonard Churchill became alarmed upon hearing the incantation that sounded like a Demonic Whisper.

He instantly put on the clown mask.

He got a shock when he saw the cross soaked with dark golden blood, and cried out, “This is bad!”

[Relic-Light and Dark Cross]

Description: Level III ancient Relic; Holy +9, Curse +9; It binds the target and seals any soul fluctuation below the same rule plane as the relic itself; This was an ancient implement used to incarcerate the divine soul of a transmundane existence and one of the few devices in the world that can seal both righteousness and evil. It has been soaked with divine blood, carrying an intense characteristic of light and dark pollution.

This cross shared the same source with the [Light and Dark Holy Nail] in his hand and the enlightened contents were almost identical.

With a single glance, Leonard Churchill determined that the strange man carrying the cross was a follower of the Silver Moon Sect!

He thought that the figure was the signature hunchback – wasn’t this Old Cook, the high-ranking deacon of the Silver Moon Sect who was wanted everywhere?

It was clear that he was there with malicious intentions.

And his animosity was not directed towards him, but towards Reuel Bible and his fellows!

Daring to carry the cross flamboyantly in public, this guy clearly had a murderous intention.

Moreover, he was confident he could execute it!

Involvement in such an intense battle was not a good idea.

Leonard Churchill was not going to foolishly wait for the opponent to strike first.

Almost the instant he put on the mask, disregarding the reactions of those around him, he stomped on a chair and forcefully bolted towards the back door.

When he started to flee, after a brief moment of shock, the others in the bar also understood and scrambled out of the bar. Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

In the blink of an eye, the bar that was once bustling with people was almost empty.

However, some people didn’t understand the situation and were far away, watching the excitement unfold.

Of course, Reuel Bible and his companions have noticed it too.

But they didn’t show any fear, and sat steadily in their seats.

Before Leonard Churchill could figure out what was happening, another abnormal phenomenon occurred!

He looked up and saw a terrifying spiral black hole suddenly appearing in the sky over the camp.

“Isn’t it going to summon a Bone Dragon again?”

Leonard’s Churchill’s heart jumped at the sight.

He had seen this Spirit Summoning Skill before.

When the Silver Moon Sect attacked the auction house in Sinless City for the “moon”, the same technique had been used.

But that was in Sinless City which was packed with high-level Beings.

The people from the Silver Moon Sect were scurrying around like rats being hunted down.

But right now, this was an outdoor camp in the Old Continent!

Except for the three enigmatic individuals of Reuel Bible, he didn’t believe that anyone else had the ability to resolve this predicament.

However, Leonard Churchill had still underestimated the situation.

These guys were not going to summon just a Bone Dragon, but something much more terrifying.

In the moment when that black hole emerged in the sky, an indescribable aura suddenly arrived, suppressing the entire camp.

Leonard Churchill was familiar with this feeling, thinking to himself, “High-level Being?”

He had experienced the same pressure when he met the Red Baron in the spatial void.

However, the pressure this time was even more intense!

As he looked again, a shadow of a man that was reeking of Death Air slowly appeared from the black hole.

But when Leonard Churchill clearly saw the huge pair of wings spread out behind the shadow, his pupils couldn’t stop shaking, and he murmured, “Can’t be...”

What was summoned this time was not a Bone Dragon.

But something much more dreadful.

In that black hole, there gradually emerged... an angel!

An angel with a bandaged face, gray wings, reeking of Death Air yet radiating a holy light!

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill’s heart pounded. “Can such an existence also be spirit summoned?”

Those guys from the Silver Moon Sect were always messing with some underworld matter.

But did they really need to summon an existence out of myths?