Chapter 70: Mystical Battle

The two didn't linger in the main hall but proceeded down the western corridor from before, heading towards the warehouse where Joseph was being held.

"Is it really okay for us to walk over so openly?" Silas asked, walking down the corridor.

Bart looked ahead and asked, "What? Do you feel like we're walking into a trap?"

"A bit like that," Silas nodded bluntly.

Bart asked, "You probably haven't experienced a battle between mystics before, have you?"

Silas was taken aback, then nodded honestly.

He had now established himself as a devout believer who directly received knowledge from a deity, not proficient in human mysticism. There was no need to deliberately hide this.

Bart explained, "Battles between mystics are different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people focus on destroying the body, while mystics focus on destroying the spirit and will. Because for mystics, the body is merely a container. Although killing a person is most effectively done by destroying the body, for a mystic, destroying their body doesn't mean you've won or are safe. Curses from the soul after death, or entanglement, even transformation into a nightmare, can be very troublesome. Therefore, battles in the mystical realm prioritize destroying an opponent's spirit or soul before they die."

Silas nodded inwardly upon hearing this. He had seen many instances of vengeful ghosts and curses in movies; those intangible, ineffable things were the most difficult to deal with. And now, in this world's context, such situations were likely even more severe.

"Therefore, those who have become official mystics never focus on physical attacks but on the collision of knowledge. I checked before we came in; there are no spiritual energy traps or mystical workshops here, only mystical personnel."

Speaking of this, a hint of confidence flashed across Bart's face. "And I am their natural enemy!"

Looking at the confident Bart, Silas felt slightly more at ease and continued forward.

A few minutes later, the two returned to the previous warehouse.

However, the warehouse was now empty, and not even a trace of blood or any other marks remained on the floor.

"They're really gone," Silas sighed.

They weren't fools. Knowing they hadn't killed Silas, they certainly wouldn't continue waiting here.

"Are they really gone?" Bart's voice was slightly cold. He suddenly turned, and green flames ignited in his hand, instantly scattering behind Silas.

Awoooo!

Instantly, a harsh, piercing scream erupted from the empty space behind Silas.

Silas's entire body tensed instantly. He suddenly turned and retreated, leaning against Bart.

"Bart Imbass!" A furious roar suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the warehouse.

Hearing this sound, Silas saw a large number of crimson ripples appear in his vision.

Silas instantly locked onto the direction from which the ripples came, stared at a corner of the warehouse, and shouted, "Over there!"

Bart was somewhat surprised and followed Silas's gaze.

Amidst a hazy grey halo, a middle-aged man dressed in a black tailcoat and wearing a black top hat gradually appeared.

Bart, seeing him, said calmly, "I was wondering who it was. So it's Nelson! A waste of a magician expelled by the Brotherhood actually joined that group of madmen."

The middle-aged man named Nelson slightly lifted his head, his blood-red eyes staring at Bart, and gritted his teeth. "That old geezer is really bold, daring to send you to investigate us?"

Bart didn't want to waste words and asked directly, "Where's the vessel?"

"Gaga, the vessel is already overflowing. The Primordial Flame is about to descend!" Nelson's expression was fanatical. Then, he waved the staff in his hand forward, his mouth moved slightly, and dozens of pitch-black doves flew towards them.

The staff in Bart's hand spun skillfully. He raised his hand and waved it forward, and a large amount of green flame appeared, burning most of these doves.

"Don't touch them!" Bart warned.

Silas asked cautiously, "Are physical attacks effective?"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Silas flicked the staff in his hand, transforming it into a ferocious chain-sword form. Then, the muscles in his arm wriggled, and the chain-sword instantly extended and whipped out, tearing apart the few doves that had slipped through.

Splat! Splat!

The torn doves fell to the ground like puddles of ink, still emitting a faint black mist.

Bart, beside him, was instantly stunned upon seeing the ferocious weapon in Silas's hand. Because the structure and principle of this weapon far exceeded the scope of science he knew.

"So that's how it is. The fanatic last time was beaten into that state by this weapon," a realization flashed through Bart's shocked mind.

Last time, he hadn't seen how Silas killed the fanatic. When he arrived, Silas was staring blankly at the corpse.

"You really aren't an ordinary Priest!!" Seeing this magical weapon, Nelson's face darkened, and he gradually believed what his companion had just said.

Silas tightened his grip on the handle and asked, "Where are your accomplices? Where's the person who attacked me just now? Did they run away out of fear?"

"Isn't an apprentice being a bit too arrogant?" A voice came from an unknown direction.

The ink from the doves on the ground suddenly ignited with black flames, and a massive amount of dense black fog instantly submerged the warehouse.

"Bart!?" Deep in the dense fog, Silas shouted.

However, no one answered him.

"Is it an illusion again?" Silas whispered.

"Is it really an illusion?" The voice appeared again.

Silas once again saw the ripples of sound in his vision.

"Whether it's an illusion or not, we'll know by trying." Having experienced the previous attack, Silas was much calmer now.

He suddenly ran at high speed in the direction of the ripples.

In the mist, a pale-faced young man in a white lab coat held a short green knife.

His face wasn't looking good at the moment, and there were even two faint, curved wounds on his forehead.

This was the result of the backlash from attacking Silas earlier.

When his spiritual energy had plunged Silas into the illusion, his own spiritual energy was suddenly cut by a sharp blade. Not only was his spirit damaged, but it even caused damage to his skin through the spiritual energy.

"I don't know what kind of knowledge it is, but an apprentice is still an apprentice! Previously, I only used some sounds for hypnosis, and it wasn't thorough. This time, you've entered my nightmare space. I'm going to tear your soul into a million pieces!" the young man said, then, very perversely, stuck out his tongue and licked the green short knife in his hand, his body drifting through the mist like a phantom.

In this layer of consciousness, he was invincible.

Silas, running through the mist, suddenly felt a sinister wind blow past. Immediately after, a green dagger appeared in his vision.

"So fast!" Silas reacted instantly, the chain-sword in his hand whipping forward abruptly.

Whoosh…

This strike seemed to have hit empty air, leaving no trace and having no effect.

However, on this side, the green dagger had already pierced Silas's chest from a bizarre angle.

Instantly, an indescribable, intense pain filled Silas's entire spirit.

At this moment, Silas felt like his head was about to explode.