Chapter 138: Escape

At midnight, Roland lay in bed unable to sleep.

The aftereffects of the Spirit Vision increase still lingered today. She always felt uneasy, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

Outside the apartment, a figure in a black robe slowly raised his head, silently preparing to sneak into the apartment.

But after a few steps, he suddenly felt his nose itch.

He reached up and immediately felt a warm liquid.

"Nosebleed? Why is my nose bleeding?" the man in black said, casually wiping it and continuing to sneak in.

But after a few more steps, he suddenly coughed, then uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"This... this..." The man sensed something was wrong and instantly took out a powder, tossing it into the air while murmuring incantations.

"Child, I do not like the Three Moon Goddess," a cold voice sounded from the darkness.

The man's throat writhed but he could not speak, as if something was strangling his neck.

Looking closely, one could see that the blood he spat had gathered on his neck, forming a terrifying blood hand.

Seconds later, the man collapsed and died completely.

"The clergy have fallen to such a state. Hmph, the three great churches have all deviated from their original purpose," the cold voice said, then disappeared.

Roland suddenly felt very sleepy and unknowingly fell asleep.

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Time is fair; it neither accelerates for the anxious nor slows for those in need.

Time passed smoothly and soon reached April 17.

This month, Bayne City was very peaceful, with crime rates down 30% compared to the same period last year. Everyone lived happily and harmoniously.

Silas, exhausted, returned to his small chapel with the Husky and found it still clean, as if someone cleaned it daily.

This month was more of a trial or torment than study.

According to Priest Gael's orders, the focus was on cultivating spiritual power and willpower.

Because of this, Silas could only sleep two hours a day; the rest of the time was spent in intense study, practice, and application.

The month was fully packed; Silas had no extra energy to think about other things.

Drawing runes and magic circles, practicing marksmanship, sparring, high-speed chanting, spiritual prayers, holy spells—all required high concentration to avoid major mistakes.

"Anthony was right; after this month, the gains are indeed huge," Silas said softly lying in bed.

Effort and reward are proportional. Though Priest Gael had ulterior motives, it seemed they held some restraint; what they taught Silas was truly solid.

Thanks to this, Silas's spiritual power and energy had increased by 1.5 times compared to a month ago.

Meanwhile, he had stepped into the professional priest level, able to integrate spiritual energy into knowledge to emit tangible moonlight.

This moonlight could enhance weapons, aid prayers, and purify filth.

Silas also learned two advanced spells:

Holy Word against monsters and familiars.

Blessing to enhance weapons and stabilize the spirit.

Both were very practical and fully mastered.

Looking at the time, it was now 2 PM.

"I'm too tired; I need to rest," though pressed for time, Silas's weary spirit could no longer hold up.

Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long had passed when he was awakened by someone calling him.

Opening his eyes groggily, he saw Priest Gael standing before him, face stern.

"What do you want? Also, how did you get in?" Silas immediately became alert and stood cautiously.

Gael said calmly, "The Bishop wants to see you. There is an important mission. Let's go!"

Silas glanced at the time. It was already 8 PM.

"Six hours of sleep? Well, at least my spirit is somewhat restored," Silas thought.

"I'm a bit hungry. I'll eat first and then come. You go ahead," Silas said lightly and turned away.

Gael became irritated, grabbed Silas, and said, "I told you to go, so go! Enough nonsense!"

He dragged Silas downstairs.

Silas signaled the Husky, who immediately nodded, opened a secret door, grabbed a backpack inside, and followed Silas downstairs with his staff.

At the door, three battle nuns and two Divine Punishers had been waiting for a long time, watching Silas silently.

Silas slung on his backpack, took up his staff, and smiled, "This is quite a grand occasion!"

His eyes swept around and noticed Father Anthony and Sister Marlene were not present. Silas breathed easier; he didn't want to confront those two familiar faces.

The moon shone brightly in the sky, but the Purple Moon and Azure Moon were visibly shrinking, leaving only the Blood Moon growing larger.

The Blood Moon Festival was in two days. At night, the Blood Moon would dominate the sky.

The group walked silently along the path, the atmosphere oppressively heavy.

Silas took a deep breath, spiritual energy circulating within him. He had no intention of meeting the Bishop. Next, he planned to lay his cards on the table here.

"Huh? Silas? Just the person I wanted to see!" Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness.

Gael frowned and turned to see Logan smiling and walking over through the night.

The group tensed immediately. Gael questioned, "What are you doing? The Bishop has a secret mission for Silas. No one is allowed to interfere."

Logan smiled and said, "Just a few words. I'll leave after."

Silas looked at Logan calmly and asked, "Mr. Logan, what is it?"

"Marx really likes dogs. Where did you get this dog? He wants one too," Logan said, subtly raising his arm holding a lantern.

Silas smiled wider, tightened his grip on his staff, and said, "I found this dog in the wilderness, over near the west of the city."

"Oh! I'll have Marx try it out sometime," Logan said as he approached within a meter.

"Let's go!" Gael grabbed Silas's arm coldly and moved forward.

Whoosh!

Under the moonlight, a graceful silver sword flash passed. Gael felt his arm go numb and then lose sensation.

Instinctively looking down, he found his forearm had been severed.

Dong!

A heavy bell sound rang out, and a terrifying force instantly pushed the Divine Punishers and battle nuns back two steps.

Silas rushed to Logan's side with the Husky and asked, "How's the situation?"

"Kill! Kill this heretic!!" Gael suddenly screamed like a slaughterhouse.

Bullets and blades whistled through the air.

"I've already had other clergy, including Ivan, Anthony, and Hank, enter the Holy Blood Library. It's very safe there. You go first. I'll handle this," Logan said, dark energy swirling before him to block the attacks.

Silas silently nodded and, with the Husky, quickly vanished into the night.