Chapter 114: Knowledge of the Night Watchers

Sitting in the carriage on the way to the clinic, Logan asked Silas, "You don't seem to be very clear about our abilities, right?"

Silas nodded, "Because we haven't had much cooperation, I haven't had time to understand."

"Then let's get to know each other first, so it's easier for the upcoming battle."

Logan then explained, "I am an expert-level Night Watcher, Marx and Bobby are professional level. The core knowledge of Night Watchers is obtained through a contract with the Goddess, gaining high affinity with the night and moonlight from the Goddess's blessing."

"At night, our physical fitness can be greatly enhanced, and the mysterious energy contained in the moonlight becomes our weapon and partner. We can use the darkness to cover our bodies to block attacks, or condense moonlight to launch fierce attacks. We can even summon some very convenient familiars through spells based on darkness and moonlight."

After listening, Silas immediately thought of Logan's strange crow and the previously seen azure flame spirit.

Nodding in understanding, Silas smiled, "It sounds like you are the pets of the night."

Marx sighed, "All knowledge and power come at a price."

Thinking of the lethargy of Night Watchers during the day, Silas nodded in agreement, then introduced himself, "My abilities are mainly basic divine abilities, Mantra of Serenity, and the recently learned spiritual energy shield. Due to my talent, I have a good affinity for sound, can hear some sounds others can't, and my sensitivity to sound is far beyond normal people."

"Support and reconnaissance type?" Hearing about Silas's abilities, Logan fell into deep thought.

Bobby smiled and hugged Silas, "Since you don't have much combat ability, you must obediently follow us closely and not keep any distance."

Marx seriously added, "Evil spirit-type mystical beings have a special talent called mystical connection. This ability can exert strong control over many things around, causing many incredible and terrifying phenomena. You must be careful about this."

Silas deeply understood. It's like watching a ghost movie, where ghosts always appear from strange angles or make some doors suddenly close and never open.

"If you encounter this, remember to use silver-grey powder. It can interfere with mystical connection and make the formless body of evil spirits manifest."

"Understood!"

Afterwards, Logan and the other two briefly told Silas about their previous combat experience to prepare him.

At 6:30 pm, outside Markok's clinic.

The tall buildings around flickered with hazy warm lights, forming a huge contrast with the dark clinic.

Marx stood at the door, looking inside with a serious expression, "Such incredible resentment."

Logan waved his hand, sending out an azure flame spirit that flew around the house.

"Sure enough, someone is up to no good." After a few seconds, Logan seemed to have discovered something.

"There is a mysterious formation carved under the foundation around the house. Someone is deliberately cultivating this evil spirit here through this formation."

Silas tentatively asked, "Could it be someone from the Cold Church?"

"Highly likely. We need to be careful. There may be others hiding in the dark." Logan said, leading the way inside.

Meanwhile, about 500 meters away, there was a restaurant with soft lights on.

Inside, two people sat facing each other.

In front was a middle-aged man in a neat suit.

The middle-aged man was slightly plump, with golden hair, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, looking very honest.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform, with a well-proportioned figure.

This middle-aged man had black hair and blue eyes, looking handsome and very mature.

He leaned casually in his chair, drinking coffee calmly.

"Markok has been brought into the Church. The larva in his body should have been discovered. The Night Watchers just went to the clinic." The slightly plump middle-aged man said.

The chef nodded slightly, "It's not much different from our plan. The mysterious power gathered by the corpse infants is already enough for the larva to hatch. Next, our Cold Church will enter the second stage, helping that person divert the Church's attention."

The middle-aged man hesitated and asked tentatively, "Will that one succeed? After all, this plan sounds a bit crazy."

The chef smiled, "Who knows? For the anxious and uneasy wait for the future, isn't this feeling quite good?"

The middle-aged man said nothing after hearing this.

"Let Raz show up and attract the attention of the new Purple Moon Agent. I'm quite curious about this little fellow."

"Understood."

Inside the clinic, the first floor still looked the same as during the day, with no changes.

But the experienced Logan had already seen the problem early on. He took out a silver-grey glass ball from his pocket.

The glass ball contained silver-grey powder.

He held the glass ball tightly with both hands, placed it in front of his mouth, and muttered a few words.

Then he poured out the silver-grey powder from the glass ball, dipped his fingers in it, and drew some awkward and incomprehensible symbols on the floor and walls.

Screech...

With the drawing of the symbols, a piercing sound suddenly came from underground, as if something's tentacle was being burned and cut off.

Silas instantly opened his Spirit Vision and found the entire space had become somewhat distorted, like in a dream.

Thump! Thump!

The previous sound of rotting flesh hitting the ground came again, but this time the frequency was extremely rapid, as if it had changed from walking to running.

Silently, Silas felt his legs become weak. He suddenly looked down and found a large amount of rotting flesh seeping out from the ground, entangling his feet.

"Stop it." Logan calmly said while drawing.

Marx and Bobby heard this, picked up their thorny iron staffs, made an equilateral triangle in the air with their left hands, and shouted loudly, "Moonlight!"

Immediately, a pale white light condensed from all around, gathering on the thorny iron spikes of their staffs.

Then the two staffs suddenly struck the ground, shouting, "Expel!"

Swish!

Two pale white auras suddenly spread out. Instantly, a very cool and comfortable feeling spread with the auras.

Screech...

An even more piercing sound came. The rotting flesh on the ground, as if touched by a hot iron, immediately shrank back.

Raising his staff, Marx explained to Silas, "The corpse infants are born here. This is their home field, equivalent to their mystical workshop. To advance steadily, we must win every step and ensure absolute safety behind us. The captain used silver-grey powder to make a simple formation of talismans, which can completely cut off the corpse infants' control over the entire room, making this our safe zone."

Silas nodded in understanding and carefully observed the runes and Logan's technique.

This was very valuable practical experience!