Chapter 52: Song of The Wind (11)

Chapter 52: Song of The Wind (11)

On the ground, a battle was about to begin.

Ten minutes ago, Jin Cheng said that he would act along with Tang Cuos plan, so he asked Celtic to find red paint, which was the same type that was used in Lisas room, inferior in quality and pungent in smell.

The pain wasnt used for any other purposes. With it, Celtics men painted a huge magic circle on the outer wall of the church, a painting so big that it almost covered the entire wall.

This magic circle was no different from those found by the Greenvines Alliance. Jin Cheng specially asked people who couldnt use magic to paint it to ensure that the painting would carry no effect, and some details might even be wrong. But this red painting was so eye-catching that the moment the first stroke was laid, it effectively attracted everyones attention.

The commotion was breeding in every hidden corner. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the church and this almost blasphemous behaviour from the Greenvines Alliance, each loaded with their own intention.

Celtic was sweating profusely. Although he had some authority in the Greenvines Alliance, he wouldnt be able to shoulder whatever might be the outcome of Jin Chengs reckless doing. Luckily, the Greenvines Alliance was a bounty hunter organisation, not a religious cult.

But even so, Celtics head was getting a bit dizzy, and he couldnt even remember how he was bewitched by Jin Cheng to agree to this unearthly plan.

Lancelot, Ill be penalised by the headquarters. He couldnt help but spit out his bitterness at Jin Cheng.

Celtic, in order to eliminate evil, are you not willing to make a small sacrifice? After the magic circle was drawn, Jin Cheng picked up the left-over paint bucket and leisurely trotted to the churchs attic.

They might think that we are both evil.

Wow, isnt that very interesting?

Jin Cheng kept walking as he talked. After a few steps, he looked back at Celtic, leaned on the stairs railing and said with a smile: Dont worry, Celtic, I will compose a song to praise you. All the bards on this continent will sing poems about you.

Celtic: Thank you.

After a while, Jin Cheng stood in front of the attic window and opened it to look at the masterpiece on the wall. From this angle, the whole wall was spectacularly red.

But Jin Cheng still felt that it wasnt red enough.

So he picked up the bucket and, with a splash, poured the remaining paint down the wall.

What are you doing?! Celtic was shocked to the core and hurriedly rushed to the window to look down, only to see the red paint flowing through the magic circle like a waterfall, looking like sinful blood that would send chills down anyones spine.

The people who were watching from downstairs were all stunned and stopped dead in their tracks. The commotion hidden in the dark suddenly exploded, turning into sparks of fire that started chaining together.

Dont be so surprised.

Thinking of this, Jin Cheng tapped his head with his fingers, and the system shot warnings at him again. It seemed that a kind bard shouldnt be carrying out this sort of daredevil thing that only radicals would, so Jin Cheng decided to get back to his characters personality.

For example, after splashing the red paint on the Rose Sect, he should give them a warm and fuzzy song.

Correct Jin Cheng was splashing red paint on the Rose Sect. He couldnt find the door that led to the Rose Set, so he could only draw a magic circle and pour a full bucket of paint on them.

For a sect with such fanatical beliefs, this behaviour would probably be more provoking than killing them.

In this way, your headquarters wont think that you are evil. Those who oppose evil are on the side of light. Jin Cheng confidently explained to Celtic.

I feel that something is wrong. Celtic swallowed hard.

Dont worry, Celtic. Jin Cheng patted Celtic on the shoulder and said earnestly: This church is Priest Peters church. Peter has sided with evil and the church must have been contaminated with it. We did this to catch them faster and prevent more people from being harmed by them.

They had progressed until this point, so Celtic had no choice but to believe his words.

The next second, Jin Cheng took out his harp, leaned on the window sill with one arm and hugged the instrument. He thought for a moment and eventually decided to play Requiem.

There was no need to use any sound wave attack. Let the purest requiem save the souls of those who had died.

The sound of Requiem quickly spread out from the attic of the church. Whether it was ordinary people in the White Leaf District or members of the Rose Sect hiding in the dark, they couldnt help but look in the direction of the sound.

They were confused, they were scared, and they were angry.

While some of them were forced to lower their heads and some of them gripped the hilt of their swords tightly, a man turned up at the attic. With fluffy red hair, he looked like Bazz from a distance.

Celtic glanced up and down at the man before asking Jin Cheng: Are you sure this will work?

He stopped, turned to look at the swordsman following behind, and said coldly: You walk ahead.

The swordsman frowned, Dont try any tricks. Weve shown our sincerity by bringing you here.

Tang Cuo ignored him completely and tightened the sword in his hand. Pain surged through Bazz and his face became even paler.

The swordsman turned blue with rage, but he still remembered the instructions given by the leaders and had to walk in front as Tang Cuo had told him to. The wizard exchanged a look with him, his eyes glared with gloomy darkness.

By this point, Bazz was almost numb from fear. He stared at everything in front of him, the wound on his neck was still bleeding, and pain was the only thing that kept him conscious.

Yes, he still believed in Theodore.

He told himself over and over again that Theodore wouldnt harm him, so he stepped forward boldly.

At this moment, Tang Cuos deliberately lowered voice rang in his ears: As soon as I let go, run to the back.

Hearing this, Bazz wanted to answer, but Tang Cuo immediately gave a warning to stop him: Dont move, dont say anything.

Bazz closed his mouth and didnt dare to move.

Tang Cuo looked at the front again, his eyes icy cold.

The wizard had already stepped into the passage and the swordsman was standing at its entrance. Tang Cuo couldnt see what was inside the passage from his angle.

Whats with you? Can we go faster? The wizard reminded him.

How would I know if theres no ambush ahead? Tang Cuo said.

If we were to do it, we wouldve done it long ago, not to mention The wizard looked at Bazz: Hes still in your hands, isnt he? Youre really the most special knight Ive ever seen, daring to use even your companion to threaten the enemy. Dont worry, my companion will never be like you.

Tang Cuo was silent for a moment before he and Bazz stepped forward.

Only when the wizard and swordsman saw Tang Cuo and Bazz finally moving that they started walking. Soon, Tang Cuo was at the entrance of the passage, and at this moment, he suddenly let go and pushed Bazz back.

Remembering Tang Cuos words, Bazz didnt even dare to look ahead and just ran with all his might. But the moment he turned around, he caught a glimpse of densely packed figures in the passage and the dazzling light of magical circles stacked upon each other.

His heart thumped and he had to desperately press down his shock to make himself not look back at Tang Cuo.

Tang Cuo just raised his hand.

Boom [Nightingale] shined brightly and a wave of magic rushed into the passage, sweeping away all the shadows that were stupefied by the sudden attack. In a blink, the brilliance of the moonlight overwhelmed the light of all the magic circles.

Whether the magic circles carried a crimson shade of fire or a sapphire shade of water, they all vanished under that graceful moonlight. The entire crowd of figures turned into dust even before they could let out their screams.

Moonlight Tide.

Tang Cuo had never intended to surrender and become an undercover agent working for the enemy. It was Jin Cheng who had the love for acting, not him. He had always been a warrior who preferred carrying swords and slashing people.

The cooling time of Moonlight Tide was 24 hours. 24 hours ago, Tang Cuo escorted the Grand Duke through the tunnel and used it for the first time. 24 hours later, the cooling time was over, and he happened to be in the tunnel again.

Perfect.

Theodore? Hearing that there was no movement from this side, Bazz cautiously called him from a distance away.

Wait a moment first. Tang Cuo wasnt sure if there were still any enemies in the passage, so he raised his sword and examined the place. It seemed that all the enemies had come into this passage to wait for him, and he found no more of them after walking for a few minutes.

At the end of the passage was an open circular chamber. Paved with black cobblestones, the whole place was illuminated by a single magic lamp, its entire ground engraved with a giant magic circle.

A high platform stood in the center of the magic circle, where a person was lying quietly.

Tang Cuo came closer and looked at her. Based on her outfit and appearance, he had reasons to suspect that this was Lisa, whom Jin Cheng had encountered in the side mission. She left a letter to Priest Peter before she died.

As he glanced around, there were many iron cages stacked on the wall. There was a corpse in every iron cage, stiff and about to rot, but some of them seemed alive for some reason, with pale faces and a growling softly like zombies.

Was this what the wizard meant by The Undead King will give them the blessing of eternal life?

This Undead King, isnt he a necromancer? Tang Cuo thought.