Chapter 305: The Angel's Descent (Part 2)
Seemingly worried that William would actually leave, Jason quickly added: "As long as you help me escape, I can cooperate with you just like this guy."
"Hehe, I thought you hated being a 'slave'," Freddy sneered, deliberately emphasizing those two words.
But Jason ignored him entirely, still staring at William.
William shrugged: "Under the premise of unequal strength, such a promise is worthless."
"Hmph, don't be in such a hurry to refuse," Jason hesitated slightly, but still spoke: "I also have a way to set your mind at ease, just like this guy."
"Oh?" William raised an eyebrow.
"The lowest stone brick on the wall to your right, one of them has a pit on the surface. Pull it out," Jason said.
William followed his directions and indeed found such a stone brick.
He turned his head and signaled to Freddy, who immediately stepped forward.
Clatter!
The stone brick fell to the floor, revealing a groove behind it.
Freddy reached his hand in and quickly pulled out a hockey mask.
The object was entirely white with some air holes on the surface, and a spot of red graffiti on the forehead.
"This is..."
"This is my protective gear when I do my work," Jason said.
Regarding Jason using "do my work" to describe killing people, William barely held back a roast: "So the function of this thing is..."
"I cannot harm the human holding this item."
William immediately understood. This thing, like Freddy's clawed glove, possessed uniqueness.
But he wouldn't believe it based on just one sentence.
Therefore, the next moment, William threw the mask on the ground and stomped on it hard.
"What... are you doing!" Jason's face contorted, displaying obvious pain.
Freddy aside was also quite startled.
This feeling was like a man watching prostate repair surgery; even though you know the scalpel isn't aimed at your own brother, you inevitably feel a chill down below.
"Hey, in my entire career, I've never tortured someone like this," Freddy thought inwardly.
Immediately after, he saw William looking at him, knowing the other party was verifying his opinion, so he hurriedly nodded: "He's not lying."
On this matter, Freddy rarely sympathized with Jason.
"Are you... satisfied now?" Jason's tone was somewhat strained.
William rubbed his chin: "Given the caution you showed earlier, why would you feel safe handing this kind of thing over? Especially when you are still trapped."
"Hmph." Jason didn't explain.
William quickly recalled the scene when he first met the other party.
At that time, Jason had been using insulting language toward Freddy. Thinking about it now, this was probably a probe; this guy had prepared for both eventualities long ago.
He didn't know that the cooperation between William and Freddy was built on a Demon Contract, otherwise, he couldn't possibly feel safe handing over the mask.
If that's the case...
William looked meaningfully at Freddy.
The latter instantly stiffened.
"He... hehe, I didn't remember anything at the time, right?" A drop of cold sweat ran down Freddy's neck.
William snorted coldly, not pursuing the other party's little scheme.
Opposite them, Jason was also somewhat impatient: "Hey, human, speak."
"I have one last question. There are many survivors in this space; why did you specifically seek him out?" William pointed at Ruen.
Ruen also had a curious face.
Doubt flashed in Jason's eyes; he didn't seem to expect the other party to ask about this: "This guy's soul is somewhat special; it can detach from his body, which is why I could discover him."
Then he stared at Ruen again: "For the sake of our impending cooperation, I'll give you a piece of advice: don't release your soul so casually. The dead spirits here have coveted you for a long time, only deterred by that guy's power."
Hearing this, Ruen's face turned deathly pale: "W-W..."
William was thoughtful. Ruen's situation was somewhat similar to that "Lurking" commission from before.
He had read relevant ancient texts; this situation only occurred in Holy Clergy Members who had talent in the "Spirit Bridge."
When ordinary people practiced to this stage, they could only use mental power to build a bridge to receive power from Heaven.
But people like Ruen could directly bathe in Holy Light using their soul body, far surpassing the former in the efficiency of condensing the Spirit Bridge.
After confirming there was no conspiracy, William agreed to Jason's cooperation. Subsequently, with Freddy's help, Jason was quickly freed.
And those powers belonging to the Evil Spirit seemed unwilling to give up, but before William and the others could counterattack, those things quickly retreated into the mist vortex.
After this, guided by Jason, the four quickly rushed towards the final gate.
On the other side.
The Final Gate, Haddonfield.
The night town was dead silent, the road extending straight into the dense fog, the entire town surrounded by forest.
Many abandoned vehicles were parked on the streets, and black-and-white televisions were placed on the surrounding ground.
Bzz... Bzz...
The televisions constantly broadcasted content of unknown meaning, looking like the eyes of some kind of creature.
Tap... Tap...
A small squad passed by a television.
There were four of them in total, two men and two women, two of whom were injured.
"This won't do. Sister Isaac's 'Coagulation' is about to end. If we don't treat her, she'll enter the downed state," a nun wearing a white wimple said anxiously.
"Ford, we have to give her this first-aid syringe. You'll have to endure it a bit longer."
The one called Ford was a middle-aged priest. At this moment, a hand axe was lodged in his back, the wound looking quite frightening.
"Don't worry about me! It looks quiet here; it shouldn't be as dangerous as in the forest," Ford said.
"But... Father Ford, you've already been on the iron hook twice. This is too dangerous..." Sister Isaac hesitated.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. We don't know what Sweepers we might encounter later. We must hurry and rest up," Ford said.
"He's right. There are houses all around here. There might be other wooden chests. Finding medical supplies shouldn't be hard," another plump male priest also nodded in agreement.
Sister Isaac sighed and nodded slightly.
The white-wimpled nun immediately rolled up the former's sleeve.
Bzz... Bzz...
The black-and-white television suddenly flickered, and then a deathly pale hand reached out from inside.
Followed closely by long, pitch-black hair.
That hand soundlessly reached toward the white-wimpled nun's neck.
"Look out!"
Sister Isaac shoved the former away.
In the next second, that hand viciously grabbed empty air.
Only then did the others notice the anomaly.
They saw a petite white figure standing beside the television. If Isaac hadn't warned them, the others wouldn't have even noticed it.
Dirty fingernails, deathly pale skin, black long hair obscuring its face...
No matter how you looked at this eerie appearance, it didn't look like a living person.
Only at this time did a red light spill onto the ground, and an urgent heartbeat rang in their ears.
"S-Sw..." The plump priest was incoherent.
"Damn it! Run!" Ford scrambled and crawled.
But at this time, Sister Isaac suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Just now, the Coagulation state on her body had completely vanished.
And the Sweeper didn't pursue the others. It grabbed Sister Isaac and walked toward an iron hook.
"What... what do we do now." The plump priest wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"We have to save her," the white-wimpled nun pointed in the direction the Sweeper left. "The iron hook is very far from here. As long as we stall for enough time, Isaac can get down."
The three immediately followed.
Sweepers could not move with prey for long periods. After reaching a certain time limit, the survivor could break free from the Sweeper's grasp.
This was a rule they had discovered after sacrificing the lives of five companions.
"But... there are many televisions on this street, and there might be more inside the houses. That Sweeper seems to be able to use them to move around," the plump priest said.
"Even if we save her, she won't have enough time to escape..."
The white-wimpled nun opened her mouth, but the words got stuck in her throat; the other party was speaking the truth.
The air fell into a brief silence.
"There is time!" At this time, Ford suddenly spoke.
The other two looked at him.
"As long as we let the Sweeper attack once, that will buy enough time for Sister Isaac to break free!"
"But... wouldn't that just add another injured person." The plump priest was somewhat puzzled.
"That's why I have to go!" Ford clenched his fists.
"Isaac is a member of the Holy Clan. If we want to leave this godforsaken place, we can only rely on her, so she absolutely cannot die!"
"You guys are in a healthy state; there's no need to waste your advantage."
The white-wimpled nun frowned: "But you... how will you escape afterward?"
Ford remained silent.
The white-wimpled nun instantly widened her eyes: "You..."
"It's too late!" Ford said, running out.
"Hey! You ugly thing! What kind of act is bullying a lady! Look over here!"
His voice indeed attracted the Sweeper's attention.
But the latter merely glanced back and continued forward, and the iron hook was right in front.
"Fa... Father Ford!" Worry flashed in Sister Isaac's eyes.
However, enough time had been stalled.
Ford gritted his teeth and blocked in front of the Sweeper, and the other party naturally did not hesitate.
Swish!
An eerie white rune appeared in the air. Ford immediately let out a muffled grunt, but his body didn't fall.
At this time, a purple stone seal in the palm of his hand turned to powder.
[Tough Bone]
[Rank: Tier 3]
[Effect: Can withstand one attack while in an injured state...]
"Heh, I originally wanted to keep this as a life-saving amulet..." Ford panted heavily.
At this moment, the Coagulation state also appeared on him, and its effect was rapidly decaying.
At the same time, Sister Isaac also broke free and dropped down.
"Father Ford!"
"Go quickly! Don't waste my life!"
Sister Isaac trembled upon hearing this.
At this time, the white-wimpled nun and the plump priest also rushed over, both equally wide-eyed.
"Don't die easily," Ford grinned widely.
Ugh!
The white rune appeared again, and he fell to the ground.
Fighting back tears, the white-wimpled nun grabbed Sister Isaac and ran outwards.
Midway, she even used that first-aid syringe on the latter.
Crack!
Before long, the three heard a strange sound.
Sister Isaac turned her head, but the next second she covered her mouth tightly.
She saw Ford's limbs unnaturally twisted outward, obviously broken, and his head drooped limply.
Thud!
His corpse was casually tossed by the roadside.
Subsequently, a white shadow drifted erratically along the street, disappearing in the direction the three had fled.
A forest clearing several kilometers away from the town.
"Phew... Lord Falco, thank goodness you were here, otherwise we would have perished there," a Holy Clergy Member panted heavily, wiping the mud off his body.
"Hehe, I can't claim such great credit. This is all thanks to the holy relic Lady Lorcy brought," Falco was still wearing his elegant clothes, although they were now covered in dirt.
Above the clearing floated a wooden walking stick, carved with a crucifix relief.
At this moment, the walking stick emitted a crystal-clear light, enveloping the vicinity.
"What! That Lady is also here!" The Holy Clergy Member hurriedly stood up, and then saw an elegant figure.
"Th-thank you, Lady Lorcy. Your benevolence is admirable."
Lorcy handed a piece of bread to a nun who had also escaped there.
She then smiled and nodded: "I am merely following the Lord's will. You are the true heroes. I thank you on behalf of those harmed by evil."
After speaking, she bowed slightly and drew a cross on her chest.
The crowd hurriedly returned the salute.
"Lady Lorcy, will we... be able to escape this time?" a nun asked in a low voice, her gaze worried.
"Just call me Lorcy. What should I call you, Ms.?"
"Zanya."
"Sister Zanya." Lorcy took the other party's hand. "The Lord guiding us here is absolutely no accident. Once we complete the necessary mission, He will guide us on the right path."
"Amen."
"Amen."
After comforting the other survivors, Lorcy walked alone to the center of the clearing.
Several Zadok family members stood here, forming a circle and faintly isolating the middle.
Upon Lorcy's arrival, the members immediately made way.
"Have you found it." Her tone was calm.
"Reporting to Your Excellency, the location indicated by the guide is indeed nearby, but the exact location still needs..." A Zadok member wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He held a piece of parchment in his hand, embedded with a compass-like object. At this moment, the needle was swaying erratically.
"Hurry up. The walking stick cannot hold out for much longer," Lorcy frowned.
"Yes... Yes!"
At this time, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
Lorcy immediately signaled to Falco, who nodded and left.
When he returned, Falco had an extra piece of pitch-black metal fragment in his hand, engraved with patterns of a crucifix, a long sword, evil spirits, and so on.
Buzz—
The needle on the parchment instantly turned around, pointing dead at this metal object.
Lorcy's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Who found it?" She took it from the other party's hand.
"A parish priest. Entered the Land of the Holy War three months ago."
"Very good. Go tell him that after we rest here, I will personally grant him an audience." Lorcy's gaze remained on the metal object.
"That is his honor, My Lady." Falco bowed slightly.
But the next second, Lorcy turned to that Zadok clansman: "Release the walking stick, it's time for us to leave."
Falco was stunned: "Didn't you just say rest... and the Sweeper has been outside the whole time..."
"Father Falco, this item concerns the overall situation of the Church. Aside from the Holy Clans, no outsiders can know about it," Lorcy's eyes were cold.
Falco instantly shuddered.
"Moreover, it's exactly because these people are here that we have enough time to evacuate. Don't you think?"
Hearing this, Falco glanced to the side.
At this moment, there were over thirty Holy Clergy Members in the clearing, every face filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, having just escaped the encirclement of two Sweepers.
His throat rolled: "Ev... everything as you command."
After speaking, Falco immediately walked toward that person.
A moment later, the barrier in the air suddenly vanished, and a large patch of dense fog surged in.
"The walking stick is gone! What happened!"
"Why did Lady Lorcy go so far away!"
"Wh-what is that!"
A commotion instantly broke out in the crowd, everyone crowding towards the direction where the Zadok clansmen were.
"Stay back! Lowly slaves!" a Zadok clansman shouted angrily.
Hearing this, the crowd's eyes instantly widened.
"L-L... Lady Lorcy, what is... going on." Zanya looked helplessly not far away.
But Lorcy's attention wasn't on these people at all.
A moment later.
"Ahahaha... Haha."
A creepy laugh came from the forest, and a white light faintly flashed among the grass on the ground.
"No, no, no!"
"He's coming!"
The crowd squeezed toward the Zadok clansmen in terror, but crashed into a fluorescent barrier.
Falco's gaze was complex as he avoided the eyes of those outside the magic array.
Thump-thump... Thump-thump...
An urgent heartbeat rang in everyone's ears, and a tall figure appeared at the edge of the clearing.
A tattered white lab coat, ferocious facial features propped open by instruments, and flashing light between its palms.
Bzz bzz.
The grass grew brighter and brighter, to the point where even muddy footprints could be seen clearly.
Only then did the crowd realize that the light dispelling the darkness was actually dancing electrical arcs.
"Ahaha... Hahaha..."
The sickly laugh rang out again. The Sweeper had already drawn near. At this moment, people only felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies, and despair froze on their faces.
"Ah—"
Accompanied by a massive power surge in the clearing, everyone's bodies stiffened in place as they screamed miserably.
Tears, snot, urine...
A scent of burning also wafted in the air.
"May the Lord bless you." Lorcy drew a cross on her chest, then led the remaining people and vanished into the forest.
And behind them, only waves of electric shock sounds could be heard.
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