So you want others to sacrifice everything... because those cultists no longer have the ability to fight, so you just turn them into headless monsters?
Watching six people who were either still alive or who had just died pull off their heads and turn into monsters wandering outside the cave and Bansy Harbor on the spot is indeed quite shocking. However, Angel has killed no less than double digits of flying heads and headless Zombie today, so there is not much emotion about this.
There are just a few, Mandated Punishers can handle it...
She no longer paid attention to the headless Zombie with blood spurting from his neck and the head dragging his esophagus. Instead, she looked at Bishop Miller, whose body swelled and broke free from the restraints of the silk threads several times. The latter's bulging muscles stretched the bishop's robe like a tights, looking more like a warrior than "Wind-blessed".
However, he did not try to fight Angel at close quarters with the help of his increased strength. Instead, he took two steps back. Air flow blew out from under his robe, which lifted his body up quickly and left the ground.
The ceiling of the cave was not high. Miller used the updraft to "float" and quickly reached the top. He seemed a little proud as he hung above everyone's heads. His dark red eyes were even brighter. A thin and sharp Wind Blade was generated from his hand and shot out. The target was Angel below... Donna beside him.
Kara——
Angel, who instantly shielded Donna from his side and blocked Wind Blade, shattered into pieces and fell to the ground. Another Angel appeared from the side, grabbed the girl whose limbs were bound, and pulled her to the blind spot under the altar to avoid possible subsequent attacks.
Miller grinned mockingly at the corners of his mouth that had become deformed after arousing the power of rage. He resisted the increasingly severe difficulty in breathing and once again stored new Wind Blade in his hand, shooting downwards one after another. He carefully avoided the blood-soaked symbols and patterns next to the altar and smashed into Angel, intending to solve this Demoness before the disease broke out in his body.
The next moment, he suddenly noticed that Ruby Necklace on the chest of Angel, which seemed to have no way to escape, flashed for a moment, and then a low and fast Ancient Hermes came into his ears:
"Exile!"
What? Isn't she Demoness?
As soon as Miller became alert, he was struck by an invisible and majestic force, pushing him away from Angel - and this was the ceiling of the cave.
"Bang——"
There was a crashing sound that resounded through the cave, and the furious Miller's taller and stronger body slammed hard on the uneven ceiling, bringing a rain of gravel to the altar below.
The successive impacts and falls caused Miller to fall into a brief dizziness. He fumbled to prop up his body, and was about to use the strong wind to fly into the sky again, when a growing figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Wind Blade...
As soon as this thought came to his mind and before he raised his hand, the sharp Bone Sword penetrated his sternum with great force, cutting open the heart and spine at the back, and then diagonally downwards, nailing it to the center of the altar.
"Oh, cough cough——"
Miller lay on his back, struggling to grasp the sword blade that pinned him, blood foam gushing out of his mouth, and coughing into the air. The gurgling blood brought out by Bone Sword that penetrated his body flowed into the altar that he was trying to water with the blood of innocent people, outlining more symbols and patterns.
The dark red light in his eyes flickered, and his tenacious vitality allowed him to hold on even after his heart ruptured, as if he wanted to get up from the ground.
"Go meet your 'Weather God'."
Angel whispered, Spirituality injected "Sun Brooch" into the chest, and the golden Purification fire poured into the body of the fallen "Wind-blessed" along the sword body, burning out his last vitality.
Swish——
Bone Sword shrunk, turned back into "Knight Bracelet" and returned to Angel's left wrist. At the same time, there was an indescribable feeling of fatigue and weakness that returned to her body. That was the negative effect of this Mystical Item.
Without the support of Bone Sword, Miller's corpse gushes out more blood, which is almost equivalent to the combined blood volume of the previous three living sacrifices.
Angel also shook off the blood on his hands. Some of it belonged to Miller, and some of it was her own.
Just now, in order to switch the soul of "Rose Necklace" Grazing under the bombardment of Wind Blade and use the Beyonder Ability of "Judge", she had to endure several sharp Wind Blade attacks. Although she was not hit in any vital parts, she still had a few scars on her hands.
Fortunately, they were all skin injuries, and the necklace's built-in recovery ability could quickly repair these wounds.
After confirming that Miller was dead, she looked at the battlefield under the altar.
The three Mandated Punisherss have already dealt with six Zombies transformed from cultists. Their golden Purification Bullets are almost endless. They can kill a monster with just a few shots. The flying heads that are constantly floating in the sky but lack attack targets also fall to the ground one by one under the electric shock of "Lightning Staffs", losing their second life.
After dealing with these monsters, Mandated Punishers's captain Dodge rubbed out the Spirituality fire, relit the surrounding sacrificial candles, and looked at the bishop's body on the altar with a sullen face.
He was not injured in the battle, but there was a tired look on his face.
It seems that this team of Mandated Punishers can handle this incident without my help... Angel glanced at the three Mandated Punishers, assessing their combat effectiveness.
Although Bishop Miller is the "Wind-blessed" of Sequence 6, he obviously lacks combat experience and is even stupid enough to fly into the air in a narrow cave and become a living target.
Those headless Zombies look scary, but pose no threat to Beyonder. Even if Angel is not here, three Mandated Punisherss can easily deal with this fallen bishop and his men.
But without me, the delayed Mandated Punishers team would definitely not have been able to get here before Donna was sacrificed...
"Donna, it's okay, it's over."
Looking at the girl whose hands and feet were still bound, curled up into a ball with her eyes closed tightly, Angel squatted down in distress, carefully cut off the hemp rope on her body, lifted her up and sat beside the altar, and stroked her blood-stained cheek.
Feeling the warm touch, Donna opened his eyes and looked at the pale golden hair and purple eyes that were very close to him, and his eyes quickly filled with tears.
"Siren Miss..."
Angel took a deep breath and forced out a smile:
"Call me Angelica."
"Sister Angelica, many people died here... By the way, there is also Cecil. She tried to resist and was injured."
As soon as he changed his name to the correct one, Donna stood up from the altar and looked at the corner of the cave. Cecil, who had fallen into a coma, was still lying there, with wounds on his body still oozing blood.
But the young Mandated Punishers had already stepped forward, checked quickly, and then turned back and said:
"The injury is serious, but it should not be life-threatening. Maybe Miller wants to keep her as a living sacrifice."
As he spoke, he took out a small metal bottle from his windbreaker pocket, unscrewed the cap and poured the medicine into Cecil's mouth.
This reminds Angel of the "Goddess's Gaze" used internally by Nighthawks. Perhaps Mandated Punishers also has similar drugs.
But no matter what, the lives of Donna and Cecil were saved... Angel breathed a sigh of relief and swept his eyes across other parts of the cave. He paused for a moment on the three corpses with pale skin that had been drained of blood, and then looked at the other two women whose hands and feet were tied up like Donna.
The sacrifices were all young women. It seemed that there were some special requirements for this living sacrifice, but only four of the seven sacrifices were saved... She couldn't imagine what kind of bloody and desperate scene would be in the cave if she came ten minutes later.
And after the final sacrifice is completed, what will the entire Bansy Harbor look like? More monsters, thick fog and strong wind that will never dissipate, or is the so-called "Weather God" reviving and coming?
With this thought in mind, Angel looked at the altar at his feet. Miller's corpse was no longer bleeding. All the blood in his body had been absorbed by the altar. The complex patterns and symbols engraved around it had filled the lives of the sacrifices and the sacrificers, showing a coquettish color of blood under the candlelight.
I don't know what Church of Storms plans to do with this altar. Should it be dismantled directly or should it be left for research on "Weather God"?
Looking away from the symbols on the altar, Angel found that the three Mandated Punishers had changed their breathing to steady Cecil, and the two rescued women had moved to a corner of the cave, and then came closer and looked at her warily.
"Donna, go over and take a look at Cecil."
Angel gently pushed Donna's back and pushed the confused girl away.
"I thought you were going to hold her hostage."
Dodge whispered with a hint of curiosity in his tone, "Lightning Staff" has returned to the hands of the captain Mandated Punishers.
The other two Mandated Punishers were also holding revolvers, holding Charm made of silver pieces, and stood in a loose triangle like they did when they entered the cave just now.
But they haven't pointed their guns at Angel yet, barely making the atmosphere in the cave less tense.
"Don't say it so harshly, weren't we fighting side by side just now?"
Angel said with some helplessness, she now finally understands the mood of those wild Beyonder who call Church of Storms "Tyrant", in the Loen Kingdom Among the three major Orthodox Church, Church of Storms and Mandated Punishers are undoubtedly the most stringent on those who wander in the gray area. Even if they have not violated the law, as long as they are encountered by them, they will inevitably be investigated and interrogated.
After a difficult comparison between "exposing Nighthawks's identity" and "conflicting head-on with Mandated Punishers", Angel chose the former. She untied the cuff of her right hand, shook out the silver chain, and prepared to show off her Hidden Holy Emblem.
At this moment, the altar in the cave, as well as the blood-soaked symbols and patterns around it, simultaneously lit up with a dark red light.
Snap——
Klein snapped his fingers, and a handful of withered grass above the cliff burst into thin flames. The next moment, his body disappeared in the bright yellow flames and appeared on the withered grass.
Hurry up, hurry up!
He found the right direction and continued running, crossing the barely distinguishable mountain road, jumping over pieces of gravel, and directly using Flaming Jump to reach the other side in places that were inaccessible, or directly climbing up the steep cliff.
After climbing up a cliff with a drop of tens of meters again, he slowed down slightly, took out a coin from his pocket, and threw it into the air with a "ding" sound.
"Angel is currently safe and sound."
He looked up at the tumbling penny, thought to himself, and stretched out his hand to catch the coin.
At this moment, at the end of his sight, the thick mist lingering in the mountains seemed to be dispersed by invisible hands. It first spread into a ring, then gradually faded and disappeared without a trace in a few seconds, revealing the obscured Crimson Moon and the top of the mountain pointing to the sky.
Ding——
The coin passed by Klein's hand and fell on the gravel road with a crisp sound.