Chapter 115: Corpse Infant Extermination Battle

The power of Marx and Bobby's two attacks seemed immense. The repelled rotting flesh did not seep out from the ground again afterward.

"It seems it hasn't been formed for long and doesn't have any intelligence yet. Most of its actions are still instinctive," Marx analyzed based on this situation.

Silas squatted in the corner, carefully examining the talismans Logan had drawn. After watching for a while, he felt a wave of dizziness.

It wasn't that he couldn't understand them, but rather the aftereffects of his brain capacity.

Standing up and holding his forehead, Silas felt somewhat helpless. He could only temporarily set it aside, turned, and asked, "Oh! By the way, how should this incident be rated?"

According to Church regulations, each mystical incident would have a different rating. The rating levels ranged from Level One incidents to Level Ten incidents.

Different levels of incidents determined which level of clergyman should handle them.

Bobby stroked his chin. "This thing is very weak. I estimate it's only Level Two, at most."

Marx nodded in agreement. "Yes, Level Two at most."

"Weak!?" Silas felt somewhat bitter.

At this moment, Logan walked over. "Don't rush to a decision. We'll know after we go down and take a look."

Logan had already finished arranging the talismans. There were seven on the ground, six on each of the four walls, and five on the ceiling.

"Is this the sequential method?" Silas asked curiously.

Logan was somewhat surprised. "You actually know the sequential method?"

"Hehe, I saw it inadvertently."

The sequential method referred to the method adhered to during the construction of a magic circle.

Although each magic circle looked chaotic and disorderly, there were still rules to be found within.

Any magic circle needed to follow the process from nothing to something. Therefore, when constructing symbols, one had to conform to certain known laws to make them easier to understand and control.

And the sequential method was the method of arranging a magic circle according to the numerical order from small to large or from large to small.

A sharp glint flashed in Logan's eyes. He didn't say much more. "Let's go and see the master of this place."

With that, he lit the lantern in his hand and was the first to step forward.

The four walked side by side through the corridor Silas had passed through before.

But this time, the corridor was completely different from before.

After the four entered the corridor, accompanied by an incomparably eerie cold wind, a dozen terrifying, bloodshot eyeballs suddenly appeared on the walls.

These eyeballs stared fixedly at the four.

"Small potatoes!" Bobby said lightly.

Although it was small potatoes, Silas, on this side, immediately felt the surroundings begin to become illusory.

Silas, feeling something was wrong, didn't rely on the three Night Watchers but quickly lowered his head and began to recite the Mantra of Serenity.

At the same time, he casually took out silver-grey powder from his waist pouch and abruptly sprinkled it around himself.

Whoosh…

Instantly, the illusion stopped. When Silas raised his head, he happened to see that the three Night Watchers had already cleared away all the appearing eyes.

"Good vigilance," Logan nodded with satisfaction.

As they spoke, the four passed through the corridor and arrived at the steps leading to the basement.

At this moment, these steps were pitch black. On the walls and ground were countless disgusting insects with tentacles and ferocious fangs.

"Holy crap!" Silas's hair instantly stood on end, goosebumps covered his body, and his scalp tingled.

Silas, who had a certain fear of insects since childhood, felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

These insects, upon sensing the four, emitted a piercing sound and, opening their mouths, swarmed towards the four, looking like a black tide.

Logan slightly raised his lantern. "My Lord is the Goddess who rules the night, my Lord is the source of moonlight, my Lord is the incarnation of darkness and shadow…"

As Logan recited the prayer, the surrounding darkness could be seen surging, and accompanied by the moonlight projecting from the window, it rapidly condensed towards the flame in the lantern.

"Tide of the Dark Moon's Fire, rise!" he finally shouted in a low voice.

The flame in the lantern suddenly surged, abruptly shooting out from the lantern and transforming into an incomparably eerie purple flame wall, pushing forward.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The insects that touched the flame wall were instantly destroyed. As the black aura dissipated, they turned into small pieces of rotting flesh emitting a foul smell.

Silas quickly pulled up the collar of his inner shirt and wrapped it around his mouth, forming a black mask.

This was a unique design of the Church's attire. Clergymen constantly had various tasks; investigation and pursuit were one aspect, and when necessary, they also had to engage in combat, even incinerating corpses.

Therefore, in the evolution of the uniform, the collar of the inner shirt was intentionally enlarged so that it could form a simple mask when necessary.

The material of the collar had been specially treated. After putting on the mask, Silas could no longer smell that disgusting odor.

Here, the tide of flames had already reached the end of the steps, incinerating all the insects.

The three also put on their masks at this moment and, stepping on the rotting flesh on the steps, continued forward.

While advancing, Logan and the other two also drew the same talismans as before on the surrounding walls with silver-grey powder, completely cutting off the mystical connection here.

Step by step, very steady.

Silas took out the key and opened the door. The walls inside were already covered with a disgusting grey-black substance like moss, on which strange mushrooms grew.

These mushrooms were deathly pale in color, with strange textures, looking not like mushrooms, but rather like pieces of flesh that had been cut off.

The other two doors were still the same as before, but the door to the morgue had been burst open by enormous force.

A large amount of incredibly disgusting rotting flesh was piled up, surrounded by countless disgusting insects.

In the middle, an infant, deathly pale and soft all over, lay on top, its inhuman eyes filled with venomous resentment, staring fixedly at the four.

Wah, wah, wah!

The terrifying corpse infant opened its mouth, letting out a piercing howl. Then, the rotting flesh behind it suddenly swelled, forming countless tentacles that grabbed towards them.

Silas, seeing this, directly drew the short sword from his waist. At the same time, he lightly slid it across his wrist, cutting open the Silver Blood Potion and smearing it on the blade.

Swish, swish, swish!

Silas flexibly wielded the short sword, instantly severing several tentacles that approached him.

Logan, on this side, was much more composed. He raised the lantern again, and that flame spirit rose up, circling around the four, annihilating all approaching tentacles.

"The evil spirit has not yet fully formed. Handle it as a Level Two incident," Logan said, taking a step forward.

Marx and Bobby nodded vigorously upon hearing this. They held their iron staffs with both hands, bowed their heads, and muttered. The next second, the bodies of the two merged into the darkness.

"This skill is so cool!" Silas's heart skipped a beat.

Here, Logan's lantern swayed, and that tide of flames appeared once again. This time, it became even larger, covering the entire space and rapidly approaching.

Wah, wah, wah!

Seeing this, the corpse infant emitted an incredibly piercing sound. The rotting flesh behind it began to wriggle and swell violently, as if something were about to emerge from within.

"Still want to continue corpse-ifying? Dream on," Logan snorted coldly.

Pfft!

A second later, the pile of rotting flesh that filled the entire room wriggled, and suddenly, a bizarre eye, the size of three human heads, appeared in the middle.

"My heavens! What is this thing?" Silas's heart skipped a beat.

This eye blinked once, then was about to wriggle out from the rotting flesh.

Just at this moment, two ferocious, thorny iron staffs appeared from the darkness, striking the corpse infant's body from two directions, clamping it in the middle.

The corpse infant's screams grew louder, and the eyeball behind it also fell into a frenzy.

"Purify!"

Two loud shouts, and the thorny iron staffs, after rubbing against each other, suddenly flashed with dazzling lightning.

Boom!

The next second, the corpse infant's body, like an overinflated leather ball, suddenly exploded.

Pfft… Splash…

As the corpse infant exploded, the rotting flesh and skin stuck to the walls rapidly fell off, and that eyeball, which was about to rush out, along with the large amount of rotting flesh, abruptly exploded…