Chapter 135: Massacre

Just as the four ghouls were about to approach Silas, they simultaneously heard a heavy bell sound in their ears.

"Bell sound again!?" Raz, the leading ghoul, felt somewhat cautious upon hearing it.

Last time, when he had tried to attract Silas with his mental power, his mental power had been completely cut off after hearing the bell sound.

"Those sharp blades have no effect on our bodies!" Based on previous experience, Raz was certain that this bell sound only affected spiritual energy and was ineffective against their strong physical bodies.

However, the next second, Raz found that he had miscalculated.

Duang!

A muffled sound, and the four ghouls simultaneously felt their heads hit a steel gate. The violent impact made the four ghouls dizzy, and the strong rebound force simultaneously pushed them back two steps before they could stabilize their bodies.

"What the hell is this thing!" Raz clutched his head, his heart full of surprise.

On the other side, the moment the four ghouls were repelled and retreated, Silas tensed his legs and, his body like a sharp arrow, rushed out.

While rushing forward, he wiped the purification potion in his hand on his staff, preparing for a one-hit kill.

And the target of this kill was the relatively thin ghoul on his left.

The thin ghoul rubbed his dizzy head. When his spirit recovered, he found that the human had already arrived in front of him and was actually thrusting that worn-out staff towards his body.

"Idiot! So what if you have purification potion? You think this trash weapon can break through my resistant skin!?" The ghoul was full of confidence.

So he didn't even dodge. His huge claws grabbed towards Silas's head, preparing to trade injury for injury.

But the next second…

Pfft!

The worn-out staff possessed an inexplicable sharpness and actually pierced directly into the ghoul's chest.

The intense pain and surprise instantly made the ghoul's attack stiff.

Silas, on this side, tilted his head back slightly, dodging this stiff attack. Then, he clenched his staff and twisted it fiercely, the muscles in his arm rippling and erupting with enormous force.

Blood splattered. The ghoul widened his eyes, looking at the constantly swaying sky, a strong question arising in his heart.

"What… what happened to me?"

With a thud, when his body hit the ground, he instinctively turned his head and found that his body had been completely severed from the chest by something.

At the same time, what entered his sight was a sharp longsword stained with his own blood.

"Where did this longsword come from?" This was the ghoul's last thought.

Silas, on this side, turned his head and, looking at the other three stunned ghouls, said calmly, "Sorry, I really dislike ugly things, so I was a bit heavy-handed."

Saying this, he flicked the longsword in his hand, splattering blood everywhere.

Under the sunlight, the longsword, transformed from the staff, glinted with a cold light. Just looking at it gave a sense of piercing sharpness.

"A transformable weapon, and it also possesses such high mystical compatibility. I couldn't tell that this staff was actually a mystical armament," Raz's expression became grave at this moment.

Silas once again smeared purification potion on his sword and, looking at the three ghouls, asked, "Well then, gentlemen, are you still interested in continuing with your determination?"

Saying this, Silas walked towards the three with a leisurely and composed demeanor.

Raz gave his companions a look, and the three, who were dispersed in three directions, instantly gathered.

"A mere apprentice clergyman, do you really think you're invincible?" The three, Raz included, looked ferocious, and then their entire bodies trembled.

It could be seen that as their bodies trembled, their rotten skin gradually peeled off, and something similar to a keratinous carapace appeared on their bodies.

"Resistant carapace," a hint of gravity flashed in Silas's heart.

The resistant carapace was an upgraded version of resistant skin. This was a common ability of ghouls. The defensive capability of this carapace was five times their normal defense and could last indefinitely.

But the price was that after activating the resistant carapace, they couldn't revert to human form for three days.

"You guys are really bold. Aren't you afraid of being annihilated by other members of the Church?" Silas asked, gripping his sword hilt.

Raz grinned ferociously. "That depends on how many clergymen are left in the Church."

Silas's heart sank. A terrifying thought uncontrollably rose in his mind.

"Chance!"

Instantly, Raz and the other two crossed the five-meter distance in almost a single breath and arrived in front of Silas.

Silas once again used the Evening Bell's Blessing for defense, while simultaneously holding his longsword in a reverse grip, his arm tensed.

Bang!

The impact force of the three gathered together was enormous. After encountering the Evening Bell's Blessing again, the three combined their strength and, in one second, forcibly broke through this sonic shield.

Within this one second, Silas tensed his body, and the longsword held in a reverse grip in his left hand was suddenly swung forward.

When the three were less than two meters in front of Silas…

"Not good!" Raz instantly sensed something was wrong. His rushing body abruptly stopped, and he grabbed his companion on the right and leaped backward.

Just as the two retreated, a huge, ferocious steel "centipede" enveloped them with a whistling sound.

Circling around, it locked onto the remaining ghoul on the far right who hadn't reacted.

The sharp blades gradually tightened. Under immense pressure, the ferocious blades tore through his resistant carapace in less than three seconds and cut into his flesh.

Ahhh!

A piercing, miserable scream suddenly rang out, making Raz and the other ghoul's hearts pound with fear.

Silas flicked his arm, and countless sharp blades cut into the ghoul's body, instantly tearing apart all the muscles on his body. His chest cavity, ribs, heart, and lungs were completely exposed to the air. It was clear he wouldn't survive.

Under Raz's grave gaze, the unfolded chain sword reverted to a longsword amidst the ghoul's powerless wails, with quite a bit of flesh still hanging on it, exceptionally bloody.

Silas's expression remained composed. He somewhat disgustedly flicked the minced meat off his sword and continued to step forward. "What do you take the Purple Moon Agents of the Church for? Rookie interns fresh out of school? Or new recruits who just enlisted?"

As Silas advanced, the two cautiously retreated, their four eyes fixed on the weapon in Silas's hand, their vigilance at its peak.

"Damn it! What the hell is wrong with this guy? This ability, this weapon – he's completely different from what the intelligence said!" Raz cursed inwardly.

"What should we do?" the other ghoul asked in a low voice.

"Retreat!"

Raz shouted in a low voice, and the two turned and ran.

"Trying to run!?" Silas's eyes widened. As he rushed forward, he directly pulled out 'Moon Furan' from his coat.

"Not good!" The moment the two ghouls saw this gun, their instincts exploded, because they sensed the imminent danger of death.

Silas raised the gun and, without a word, aimed and fired.

"Quick, go! Tell the master!" The other ghoul shielded Raz and forcefully pushed him out.

Bang!

This shot accurately hit that ghoul in the back.

The moment it hit, this ghoul's body, as if struck by a large-caliber cannon, flew two meters, and a large hole, a full thirty centimeters in diameter, was blasted in its chest.

"This power!" Silas's heart trembled.

If this had hit him, just imagining it sent a chill down his spine.

He prepared to fire again, but Raz ran too fast. He had already rushed to the edge of the factory, and after leaping over the courtyard wall, he disappeared.

"You're dead!" Only a venomous echo remained.

Silas didn't pursue rashly. He put away his gun. "Alright, let's get out of here quickly!"

Roland opened her eyes and nodded vigorously. The two quickly left.