Chapter 262: Chapter 115 Crying Angel_3
Translator: 549690339
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.
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.
Since the trouble had found them.
They would not back down.
On the contrary, they felt it saved them the trouble of finding those people.
However, their eyes displayed a hint of puzzlement.
The people from the Silver Moon Sect were not hiding and dared to show their faces directly in front of them?
The hunchbacked strange man didn’t pay any attention to others. On his aged face, there was only an evil and cold smile.
Under his feet, a black nine-point star array emerged. The chanting had been completed, and in the end, he lightly shouted, “Spirit Summoning Skill-Undead Catastrophe!”
In an instant, it was as if the gates of hell had been opened, and Death Air erupted from the nine-point star array under his feet.
Upon seeing this, the expressions of Reuel Bible and his companions changed drastically.
Leonard Churchill leaped out of the back door of the bar, without looking back, and tried to keep as far away from the battlefield as possible.
His original plan was to first go outside the camp and observe from a distance. However, he had underestimated the viciousness of the people from the Silver Moon Sect.
Almost at the moment, he jumped out of the bar, a bright moon appeared in the sky.
Then, black magic runes lit up all over the camp ground, and an extremely wide necromantic barrier instantly covered the entire camp.
All around, all he could see was grayish Death Air.
Seeing this scene, he immediately understood that he had oversimplified the situation.
It turned out that the hunchbacked old man was not only targeting Reuel Bible and his fellows.
But all the people in the camp!
When Leonard Churchill rushed to the entrance of the camp and saw the situation, his expression changed.
The wilderness that was originally clearly visible was now completely dark, and he could vaguely see some huge monster shadows.
He had a bad feeling in his heart: “Could those guys be planning to perform some evil ritual, sacrificing all the people in the camp?”
His intuition told him that the possibility was high.
But Leonard Churchill was currently in a dilemma. It did not seem like a good choice to leave the camp, but staying also did not seem promising.
The other people in the camp had not yet realized what had happened, and everyone was coming out onto the street to see the abnormal phenomena in the moon in the sky.
At this moment, Elder Clinton, the Dog King, ran over in alarm, “Second lad, come out, run- it’s over, over, over…”
Hearing the shout, a young man with a thin sword around his waist rushed out of a nearby tent.
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?