Chapter 139: Reinforcements

Running in the dark night, Silas's mind worked at high speed, rushing towards the east gate of the Holy Blood Cathedral by the shortest route.

Now, it seemed everyone's attention was drawn to Logan, and surprisingly, no one was pursuing Silas.

In less than ten minutes, he could vaguely see the main gate in the distance.

Seeing hope, Silas pushed harder, his forward speed suddenly increasing to its maximum.

However, suddenly, five men in black, whom Silas had never seen before, appeared at the main gate.

"Who are these people?" Silas's expression became grave upon seeing them.

He wasn't sure if these people were clergymen.

His eyes scanned the darkness, and he then discovered that the guardhouse at the main gate was already pitch black, with a faint smell of blood in the air.

"The gatekeeper has probably been killed. Damn it! These guys really intend for me to die!" While thinking, Silas's body slowly stopped, and he adjusted his breathing.

The leader of the group opposite him then took a step forward. "If you don't want to die, then obediently come with us. The master might still spare your life."

By the moonlight, when Silas saw this person's face, his expression darkened.

He knew four of these five people because it was these four who had studied with him in that damn place for a month, a month ago.

The one speaking was called Jem. At that time, he claimed to be a bard, a profession that used different musical rhythms for spiritual attacks.

At that time, this Jem was merely an apprentice. However, after carefully sensing him today, Silas discovered that this fellow was actually an expert-level bard.

Looking around, all five of these people were actually expert-level mystics.

While talking, Silas heard a faint, ethereal singing in his ears. In a daze, Silas suddenly found himself surrounded by five people. The five simultaneously reached out and firmly grabbed his body, making him unable to move.

"Stop struggling and come with us," Jem's face under the hood was somewhat ferocious, his pale white teeth reflecting in the moonlight, giving off a bizarre and terrifying aura.

Silas struggled desperately but to no avail. Then, he wanted to activate the power of the Evening Bell, but suddenly found that his spiritual energy was locked by something and couldn't be used.

"Don't you know? Silver-grey steel handcuffs, specialized equipment for blocking the flow of spiritual energy, used to imprison mystics," Jem explained.

Silas looked down and only then realized that his hands had been firmly locked by a pair of grey gloves, unable to move.

"Damn it! What should I do!?" Instantly, Silas was in a predicament.

...

In the dark night, Jem looked at Silas lying on the ground, his body constantly struggling, and nodded.

At this moment, Silas was completely trapped in an illusion, yet entirely unaware.

"The Phantom Shackles have taken effect. Quickly send him to His Lordship the Bishop," Jem said, and along with several others, lifted Silas up.

"What about that dog?" another young man asked.

Just now, after Silas fell into the illusion, the Husky barked twice. Seeing it had no effect, it turned and ran off.

"Just an animal. What use is it even if it calls for reinforcements? By then, he will already be in the Bishop's palm," Jem sneered.

The others smiled and nodded. His Lordship the Bishop was invincible!

Just as several people were lifting Silas, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"What use are reinforcements? What use do you say they are?"

"Careful!" Hearing this voice, Jem's_expression changed drastically, and he roared abruptly.

At the same time, three one-meter-long ice lances suddenly appeared in the darkness, shooting towards the five like sharp arrows.

"Defend!" The taller young man among the five roared, his hands suddenly spreading open, and a huge moonlight shield appeared.

The two collided, and the ice lances were actually completely neutralized.

However, this made the tall young man's face extremely pale.

"Quick, go! It's a master-level sorceress!"

"Too late." A black shadow flashed by, accompanied by a cold, demonic sound as if from hell.

In this instant, Jem felt as if time had stopped. His eyes widened in horror, his expression twisted and terrified.

Three columns of blood erupted simultaneously in front of him. Warm, fishy-smelling blood rained down from the sky, landing on his head, face, and robe.

Silently, three headless corpses fell limply to the ground. In that instant, they seemed not even to know how they had died.

"Take your filthy claws off," the cold, indifferent voice came again.

Jem twisted his stiff neck and looked in the direction of the voice, his eyes suddenly constricting like nails.

Not far away, a fit and slender figure stood there. Her entire body was covered in tight, sturdy black scales, and her long blue hair was tied into a ponytail.

The two pitch-black dragon horns on her head possessed an intangible majesty, and her dark red vertical pupils carried an inexplicable deterrence.

Her ferocious claws were currently holding three human heads. Her technique was very skilled, as if holding three bags of things simultaneously.

Crack! The long tail behind her, covered in bone spurs and black scales, whipped the ground, and the immense force directly cracked the bluestone slab.

"Let go of your filthy claws. Don't make me say it a third time," the dragon woman said, somewhat agitated, her tail constantly swaying behind her, making a crisp sound like a whip.

Jem came back to his senses. The strong desire to survive made him instantly grab Silas's neck and roar with a ferocious expression, "Don't come over! If you dare to come one step closer, I'll kill him now!"

Pfft!

Just as his voice fell, Jem felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he looked down, he was stunned to find that the staff that had just fallen to the ground had actually flown up on its own and, as if possessing its own life, accurately pierced his heart.

"Steel… Steel of…" Spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, before he could finish his words, his body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The last remaining clergyman was now completely terrified, sitting on the ground in a daze, having forgotten to flee or scream.

From the shadows, the sexy and hot Adeline strolled out, accompanied by Bernice, who was wearing a light blue tight-fitting long dress.

"Your Holiness Pope!" Seeing the fallen Silas, Bernice quickly ran over to check his injuries.

Beside the main gate, Marx was stroking the Husky's back with an expression of enjoyment and sighed, "This is simply a divine dog!"

Ah!

A scream came from the distance. Marx didn't even turn his head. "Since you chose this path, then be prepared to die at any time."

"Is His Holiness Pope alright?" Helles, in her dragon-person form, asked with concern, holding Silas in a princess carry.

Adeline touched Silas's forehead and shook her head. "He's fine. He's temporarily trapped in an illusion. Without the caster's spiritual energy supply, he should be able to break free in less than five minutes."

Helles secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, looked at the deep church, and said, "Let's go quickly. I always feel it's too dangerous here."

"Hmm, let's go!"

Then, the group of three, carrying Silas and bringing Marx along, quickly left the Holy Blood Cathedral and disappeared into the night.