The Saintess Serlandin
The two groups met from a distance. Wen Keke hadn't expected to run into them here. The moment their eyes met, Wen Keke's eyelids twitched.
Wang Yao held her breath and lowered her voice. "Don't look, let's go!"
They are not afraid of encountering intelligent people, nor are they afraid of encountering powerful opponents; their only fear is madness—especially the madness within the organization.
Reasoning with them is useless; words and insidious persuasion are all ineffective. A physical fight is out of the question, and words are forbidden.
They took a half step back, but the Cat Boy had already arched his back the moment he saw Modian, his tail standing high behind him, and the tips of his ears pointing back to his head, emitting a provocative purr.
The Cat Boy still remembers the grudge that the Puppet stole the fish his Master gave him and caused his Master to have a problem with him.
Seeing this, Wang Yao collapsed and stood in front of the Cat Boy, crying out, "My master! What are you doing?!"
Unfortunately, it was too late for her to stop them.
On Modian's side, thick black paint, as if alive, quickly climbed up his cheeks, and the deep black under his eyes resembled tears constantly dripping from the shadows. He slowly raised his hand, and a somewhat withered and thin hand firmly grasped the long-lost, huge silver Cross.
"So many more souls needing rest have arrived."
Modian lowered his eyelids, as if muttering to himself, "I have to help them."
Upon hearing this, the Fanatics behind him stepped forward in unison, producing their Weird Object, their expressions fervent and excited. "Please let us also do our part for Lord Modian!"
Thump!
The heavy silver Cross slammed onto the ground, sending up a few pebbles.
Modian gripped the Cross tightly with his five fingers, dragging it forward swiftly like a ghost. The sharp base left a long white trail on the ground, and the ear-piercing, chilling scraping sound rapidly approached the crowd.
As the face rapidly approached, Wen Keke immediately retreated, the Poppy Flower on her chest flashing with an eerie red light. Wang Yao and the others spontaneously blocked her way.
"Everyone be careful!"
"Don't worry, Eldest Sister, we won't let these lunatics hurt you!"
Wen Keke hid behind Wang Yao, staring at the fighting people for a while, her mind flashing through the abilities of the organization's members, but she still didn't try to control the Enchantress Modian.
If she fails to control the situation and things fall apart, she doesn't have the ability to fight back right now.
Moreover, Wen Keke had witnessed Black Cat's abilities firsthand. The stronger he became, the greater the support he provided, but also the greater the pressure he brought her.
His presence constantly reminded her how terrifying that organization was.
Meow!
The Cat Boy's vertical pupils widened in the darkness, his eyes fixed on Modian, his sharp claws tearing away splinters of wood with each scratch.
Modian paid no heed to the injury; each time the heavy silver cross fell through the crowd, it sent splattering warm blood.
The two sides fought back and forth, with the Cat Boy even creating several clones to harass Modian in turn, leaving wounds on him with each attack.
Taking advantage of the opening, Modian smashed one of the Cross with the cross. The figure quickly dissipated into a pile of energy halos and returned to the Cat Boy's body.
Their fight was so loud that pedestrians hurriedly stepped aside to make way for them. The Family Clan's law enforcement team and Authorities also watched from a distance.
They wanted to intervene, but were blocked by the aftershocks of the energy, and could not find an opportunity to intervene.
The Fanatics of Modian were completely blinded by rage and attacked without any restraint, while Wen Keke's bodyguards were equally ruthless in their efforts to protect her.
Before long, almost everyone on both sides was wounded, and the dead and wounded lay scattered all over the ground.
The dark red blood stained the ground, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.
Amidst this horrific chaos, a soft, gender-neutral voice drifted slowly from outside the crowd.
Please make way.
The people blocking the way were startled and instinctively moved aside.
The newcomer was barefoot, walking unhurriedly through the blood. Silver chains were wrapped around his ankles, and white crystals hanging below swayed gently with his steps.
He wore a pristine white gown, its wide hem embroidered with black crosses. His long, black, curly hair, like seaweed, cascaded down to his ankles. His androgynous face was filled with pity and compassion.
He didn't say a word, but as he walked along, everyone present felt their surging anger and anxiety gradually subside.
Their hearts were at peace for a long time, as if nothing in the world was worth getting angry about or being sad about.
The world should be a beautiful place, so why do people argue and hurt each other?
The Cat Boy sniffed, disengaging from his battle with Modian and quietly retreating to Wang Yao's side, his fluffy tail gently swaying behind him. "The smell of sunshine."
Modian slowly retracted the Cross. His nerves, which had been irritable, tense, and on the verge of exploding at any moment, felt a long-lost peace at this moment.
"Greetings from Saintess Serlandin of the Judgment Office."
Serlandin gently raised his eyes, his soft, long, wispy hair falling to either side of his forehead, revealing a pair of bright, sun-like orange-gold eyes. A hazy, soft, pale golden halo rippled outwards from him, quickly spreading to everyone present, and wounds of all sizes scabbed over and healed at a visible speed.
He doesn't distinguish between camps, enemies, or good and evil. In his eyes, there seems to be only the wounded who are suffering.
"Saintess can cure everything?"
At 11 p. m., Director Chen lifted his head from the documents and looked at Tao Yuan, who had stayed up all night and had dark circles under his eyes. "Where did you hear this news from?"
Tao Yuan glanced outside the door; An Ying and Mi Chuchu were both waiting for her there. "Bai Ao gave it to me. Their family has connections with Yangcheng Families. The news came tonight, and it's confirmed to be from the organization."
"That person is suspected to be from the Peaceful Faction within the Judgment Office organization. Their Rules is healing, and their healing Rules is extremely powerful; it should be able to stop Modian and the Black Cat at least."
At this point, Tao Yuan took a deep breath and stated the purpose of their visit. "Director Chen, Qin Rang is still unable to recover and is still being controlled by the Evil Ghost Mask. So I was wondering if we could contact the organization and ask them for help."
Director Chen looked at the dark circles under Tao Yuan's eyes, and then at the worried expressions on the faces of the others, and rubbed the pages in his hands with a headache.
"It's not that I don't want to help you, but Qin Rang's condition is a strange invasion, which is completely different from treatment. Tao Yuan, the Tang Pin Family Clan is famous for its treatments; she should have told you about the difference between the two."