Chapter 129: Evening Bell's Blessing

Faced with the combat-ready Demon Hunter, Silas turned to the farmer and said, "Go, there's nothing for you here anymore."

The farmer naturally sensed the ominous atmosphere. After repeatedly thanking Silas, he quickly turned and fled.

Silas took out the Book of the Moon he carried with him and, looking at the imposing Demon Hunter, said, "I am very curious if you dare to strike with that sword. This is the Belland Empire, and the entire Bayne City is under the protection of our Church of Holy Blood. Allowing you to proselytize here is already a great boon to you. If you truly treat this place as your Lionheart Empire, I don't mind waking you up a bit."

The Demon Hunter had no time for idle talk. He raised his steel sword and, his body like a phantom, rushed in front of Silas, directly slashing towards Silas's chest.

Although he was not afraid, he was very clear about his identity and the purpose of this trip.

He didn't intend to kill Silas with this strike, only to injure him lightly, to declare his stance and attitude.

This method had been very effective throughout their two-month journey.

Silas casually flipped through the Book of the Moon in his hand and muttered something under his breath, feigning an action.

The heavy and distant sound of the Evening Bell came from an unknown place.

Bang!

Here, the powerful steel sword, when it was about one and a half meters in front of Silas, seemed to have struck an invisible, hard protective shield.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

Intense vibrations transmitted from the invisible shield along the steel sword to the Demon Hunter's arm.

Instantly, a sharp pain and numbness spread throughout his entire arm.

Silas, on this side, calmly raised his hand and casually pointed.

Snap!

The moment the snap of his fingers sounded, an immense force suddenly spread outwards. The invisible force pushed the Demon Hunter back three consecutive steps.

At this point, the other two, including the Knight and the Axeman, couldn't help but widen their eyes. In an instant, they had no idea what had just happened.

In their eyes, the Demon Hunter had rushed up to attack, but just as his sword was halfway through its strike, he seemed to have retreated three steps on his own, as if acting in a play.

"What's going on?" The two simultaneously walked up to the Demon Hunter and asked.

The Demon Hunter kneaded his sore palm. "Spiritual energy shield. No, it's not an ordinary spiritual energy shield."

The Knight was somewhat surprised. It was the first time she had heard of a spiritual energy shield that could not only block attacks but also repel enemies.

Silas secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, his eyes as calm as an abyss, "If you still want to continue provoking, next time, this sound of the Evening Bell will not be so passive."

The Demon Hunter casually wiped his leg, and a bottle of magic potion was already in his hand.

"Still want to continue fighting?" Silas calmly mobilized his scarce spiritual energy. As the deep sound of the Evening Bell spread, countless sonic blades condensed around him.

The pupils of the Knight and the Axeman instantly constricted. Although they couldn't see what was happening, the opponent's current spiritual energy arrangement gave them an intense stinging sensation.

It was the first time they had seen such bizarre sonic knowledge.

"What profession is this? Musician? Or singer? Bard?" Several professions related to sound flashed through the minds of the three, but none of them matched this profession.

"Truly worthy of being a Purple Moon Agent of the Church of Holy Blood. This brand new knowledge is truly eye-opening."

Just as tensions were high on both sides, a gentle and amiable voice sounded.

Silas turned his head and happened to see the white-haired missionary who had been proselytizing in the village just now, looking at him with a smile.

This voice had a strong affinity. Both sides simultaneously disarmed and looked at the missionary.

The village chief and the farmer from before were also beside the missionary.

"Greetings, Father," Silas said, retracting the bell sound and bowing slightly.

The missionary bowed slightly, his kind face showing apology. "I am truly sorry. My companions have caused you trouble."

Silas performed the salutation with great courtesy, then said in a serious and righteous tone, "Although crusading against magical beasts is the duty of us clergymen, please ask your companions to recognize their mission. We do not crusade against magical beasts for the sake of killing them. The ultimate purpose of crusading against magical beasts is to allow God's children to live safe and comfortable lives. If, in order to crusade against magical beasts, we destroy farmland and harm the common people, then what is the difference between us and magical beasts?"

"We rely on the Church; it is the Church that has given us extraordinary power and qualifications. Then please remember your identities. We are public servants who serve the children of the Church, not some monster hunters who resort to any means to hunt magical beasts!"

The final words were righteous and powerful.

These words were very powerful and very inspiring.

The village chief and the farmer beside him, upon hearing this, trembled with excitement.

For many years, the words of this clergyman had truly spoken to their hearts.

The middle-aged missionary's kind eyes flashed with some surprise. He was somewhat astonished that these words could come from the mouth of a young man like Silas.

And the Knight in heavy armor, upon hearing this, a pair of azure eyes under her helmet flashed with an indescribable light of excitement. She then took off her helmet, shook her long azure hair, and a beautiful and heroic face was revealed.

"What is your name?" the female Knight stepped forward and asked.

Silas replied, neither coldly nor warmly, "When asking for someone else's name, you should at least state your own name first."

The female Knight didn't care about Silas's attitude and said directly, "Remember my name, Virginia Verne."

Silas then stated his own name, "Silas Sotos."

After exchanging names, Silas said to the missionary, "Esteemed Father, since you are missionaries who have come from afar, you must have some means. However…"

Speaking of this, Silas's tone became somewhat sarcastic.

"To eliminate water ghosts by using explosives to blow up the irrigation canal – isn't this method a bit too unprofessional? If you don't know any other methods, then please stop now!"

Hearing this, the Demon Hunter felt nothing, but the female Knight and the Axeman immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.

The missionary also looked embarrassed and quickly apologized, "I am truly sorry, Agent Sotos. We have consumed a considerable amount of mystical materials along the way. Their decision might have been to save some mystical materials."

With that, the missionary turned to look at the three. "Verne, quickly deal with this nest of water ghosts. Use the least destructive means. Village Chief has already fulfilled his agreement with us."

The missionary's words were very effective. The three randomly abandoned the idea of ​​blowing up the irrigation canal with explosives and instead took out a kind of potion, poured it into the water, and lured the water ghosts out.

The lured-out water ghosts naturally faced the endless wrath of these three, who had just suffered at Silas's hands.

Under Silas's gaze, the three very easily killed all five water ghosts, their expressions calm and relaxed.

"The true strength of these three fellows is at least expert-level," Silas estimated in his mind.

"Fortunately, the Evening Bell's Blessing is sufficiently powerful and mysterious. Otherwise, with my current professional level, I really wouldn't be able to bluff them."

Evening Bell's Blessing was the name Silas himself had given to the sonic shield.

The sound of the Evening Bell protected his body – Evening Bell's Blessing. This name was very appropriate.