Chapter 222 The suspicious book?

Chapter 222 The suspicious book?

Chapter 222

"Argh! You bastard, who are you!?"

The woman cursed as she clutched her left arm, or rather, where her left arm was supposed to be. All that remained was a bloody stump.

Standing in front of her was Oliver in clean clothes, his expression calm and indifferent, devoid of any blood. It was as if he was an untouchable angel that mortals like her could not taint.

In his hand was a hydraulic blade that seemed to contain water moving at high intensity, its surface shimmering with a deadly gleam.

He looked coldly at the woman and said, "Can't you see?"

He pointed the blade at her.

"I am an exorcist."

Suddenly, another voice came from the corner of the room. A man kneeling and huffing, his forehead bleeding, said,

"That white hair... those eyes that seem inhuman and human at the same moment... are you... are you... from the..."

"Mystic Purge Clan. Indeed, I am an heir to the Mystic Purge Clan," Oliver completed the sentence, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.

The woman's and man's pupils dilated at that moment. Their suspicions were finally confirmed. They already had an inkling of where this monstrous child came from, and now their doubts were affirmed.

A main heir of the infamous Mystic Purge Clan, the clan known to be the bane of all demons!

Their luck must be either too good or too bad to encounter such an entity in a place like this backwater city.

Who would have expected that they would be discovered not by any ordinary exorcist, but by a main heir to the Mystic Purge Clan!

This revelation made their hearts race. This was both a terrible and great opportunity for them—terrible because they were on the verge of being exorcised by the child before them, and great because they had been given the golden opportunity to kill one of the major enemies of their masters while he was still growing.

'But that seems impossible...'

The woman gritted her teeth. Her hands were feeling numb just from blocking Oliver's strikes, and she couldn't help but feel astonished at how this small boy possessed such disastrous brute strength.

She wouldn't last much longer if this continued.

She had to do something before that happened.

Seeing that she was still resisting, Oliver turned ferocious. In his other hand, a rapier suddenly appeared, and he struck forward.

[Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom]

"Pfft!"

The woman was sent flying by the unexpected force and coughed up blood. Oliver didn't even give her a moment to regain her balance before striking at her head and rendering her unconscious with a blow.

He looked at the man, who met his gaze fearfully, and—

[Six Thoughtful Steps of Spirits]

In a blur of motion, Oliver appeared beneath the man and punched him in the gut, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Cough!" The man's eyes turned white, and his eyeballs rolled back as he ultimately lost consciousness.

Oliver paused and made a phone call to the local police station, or more specifically, to the chief, as his call was directly answered by him.

He gave a few instructions and asked him to reach a certain location after cleaning up the playground. The location was the underground basement; he had already taken care of everything, and the other minor stuff would be handled by them. He also asked them to contact the nearest Exorcist Union branch and have them dispatch exorcists to investigate properly.

He would clean up the main items that might come in handy or could sell for a lot, while the rest of the cleanup would be handled by others.

Before that, however, he had to do one thing. His eyes narrowed in thought. He glanced down at the unconscious man, and his eyes changed. Using his special eyes, he observed the man for a little while before returning to normal.

"He can still be exorcised and saved," he declared to himself and placed a hand on the man's forehead.

A dark, disgusting black espera started to leak out of the man's head and collected in Oliver's palm.

Oliver remained in that position for the next few minutes, and only after no more dark espera came out of the man's body did he remove his hand. The dark espera gathered into a black ball in his hands. He clenched his hands into a fist, and all the black espera scattered.

The man's unconscious expression gradually turned more relaxed, and his pale skin seemed to regain a healthy color instantly.