Chapter 107: Mystical Realms

Bart continued his explanation.

"According to our seniors who escaped back then, the people who came to this city at that time were generally master-level, and their combat power was far superior to Demon Hunter Master Jeros. Needless to say, just that master-level chanter from the Dragonflame Believers, after chanting, the dragon's breath he summoned could directly destroy half a mountain."

Silas's eyelids twitched, and he said with a grave expression, "Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

Bart smiled slightly. "It's actually more exaggerated than I described. However, measuring whether a mystic is powerful is not based on their destructive power. For example, that chanter was the first person to die at that time."

"The reason mysticism is called mysticism is because it is sufficiently magical and secretive, not known or understood by ordinary people. I have told you before about the tradition of mystical duels, and you should have experienced it. The battle between mystics is a collision of knowledge and rules. The more high-end the mystical duel, the smaller the destructive power. Sometimes, a duel can be concluded with a whistle, a hand gesture, or a look. However, it contains the danger of life and death."

Speaking of this, Bart said with a serious expression, "Mystical duels usually don't hold back. They determine not only superiority but also life and death. Those who fail usually die very miserably. Dying with a completely rotten body is considered the luckiest."

Silas recalled his experience of being attacked by the hypnotist from the Green Flame Brotherhood last time.

The two hadn't even met face to face; he didn't even know who the opponent was, but the opponent had already pushed him into a desperate situation of death.

Nodding in deep agreement, Silas frowned. "To be able to slaughter so many master-level individuals overnight, what realm is that person in?"

Bart shook his head. "Don't think of master-level as too powerful. For mystics, master is merely the threshold. The realm above master is the true essence of mysticism."

"Apprentice, Professional, Expert, Master – these four ratings are the common levels for all professions today. But the ratings above master can only apply to mystics. Do you know why?"

Silas pondered for a moment, rapidly utilizing his knowledge. "The limitations of professions."

"Correct. The essential difference between mystical professions and normal professions is that the upper limit of the former is close to infinite, while ordinary professions have limits. For example, no matter how skilled a master baker is, he cannot produce any supernatural phenomena."

Hearing this, Silas immediately became energized and asked, "What is the realm above master? I've only heard Master Jeros mention Dominator."

Bart pondered for a moment, then explained, "You shouldn't delve too deeply into this question. The reason why the realm above master is not known to ordinary people is because the names of those realms themselves contain terrifying knowledge and rules. Some realm names cannot even be expressed in human language."

Silas nodded upon hearing this; he had read these words in books.

"I can briefly tell you now. The realm above master is Lord, and above Lord is Sage. As for Dominator, this pronunciation is not accurate. When Jeros said it at the time, it was probably a temporarily changed pronunciation for your understanding. I can only say this much about the realms. You are not suitable to know the names of the realms beyond this for now."

Silas nodded and didn't insist.

"Speaking of which, after slaughtering those people, was that labyrinth guard found?" Silas returned to the previous topic.

Bart shook his head. "This is not too clear. According to legend, all those who guard the labyrinths are imprinted with oath runes and endowed with bizarre powers. After becoming guards, they also transcend the human form and enter a mystical, bizarre form. Otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped so far under the pursuit of so many forces."

Silas nodded in agreement.

"There weren't many subsequent waves in this matter. The mystical personnel here suffered too heavy losses. At that time, it was heard that only Bishop Ron and one Night Watcher remained. The other Demon Hunters, Exorcist Nuns, Divine Punishers, and Three Moon Apostles all perished. It was two years ago that Jeros was transferred here to temporarily guard this place."

Silas didn't speak, struggling to use the limited capacity of his brain to accommodate this information.

"By the way, there's one more point worth noting."

"What?"

"At that time, those people broke into the interior of the Church of Holy Blood, attacking all the way to the Church of Holy Blood's library. Then, for some unknown reason, everyone ran out as if they had gone mad, and they kept silent about what they saw inside."

"It was that library that protected the non-combat personnel of the Church of Holy Blood."

Silas's heart skipped a beat. "That library indeed has a problem."

While talking, the two had already walked along the street to the empty financial square.

The heavy snow was still falling, which, combined with the empty square, gave an indescribable sense of tranquility.

"I've said pretty much everything that needs to be said. I should be going now," Bart said with a smile, stopping.

Silas snapped back to reality and smiled. "After this parting, I don't know when we'll meet again."

"Maybe we'll meet again soon!" Bart said lightly.

Silas laughed heartily and extended his hand for a farewell handshake.

"I wish you continuous promotion within the Church, and strive to become a central Archbishop as soon as possible," Bart offered his blessing.

Silas said with a beaming smile, "I also wish you an early promotion to Grand Archbishop."

"Thank you for your kind words. Oh! By the way, if you need anything in the future, you can directly find Jik. He can contact me. Our cooperative relationship still exists."

With that, Bart turned and left with incomparably light steps, as if being away from Silas made him very relaxed and happy.

"Am I that terrifying?" Silas looked helpless.

On the other side, in the carriage at the intersection.

Bart, sitting in the carriage, leaned back in his chair with a relaxed expression, his eyebrows dancing. "I can finally get rid of this one."

Opposite him was an impeccably dressed old man.

This old man's pale hair was neatly combed. He wore a monocle and a well-fitting black suit, looking like a refined university professor.

The old man looked through the glass at Silas's gradually receding figure. A strange shadow flickered across the old, somewhat worn lenses of his brass-framed glasses.

Here, Bart asked curiously, "How is it, Teacher?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "I can't see through him. I can't see the starlight on him."

Bart was not surprised and continued, "You said that one is still in Bayne City?"

The old man, hearing this, showed a hint of reminiscence.

Two years ago, when he left this place, he was in a wretched state, almost dead.

"That rusty smell is still alive and well."

"Rusty smell?" Bart was taken aback.

"Let's go! Let's go home," the old man said, then said no more.