The Holy Sword Appears!

The award presenter at this Commendation Ceremony was none other than Inspector Gordon, who has now transferred to the Inspectorate.

He put his helmet back on and slung the Sword of Honor over his back. The silver-white armor made him look sacred and solemn.

"May the Silver Crowned Dragon protect Your Majesty the Her Majesty the Queen, and Her Majesty the Queen a long and prosperous life."

The Old Knight Gordon stood in the center of the stage, praising loudly.

His voice was loud and clear, able to resonate throughout the club and even carry outside without the need for amplification. "In the name of Queen Sophia Du Lac, I hereby follow ancient tradition and bestow upon the warrior Iver Moriarty the Holy Sword Seal."

He personally pinned the silver-white Holy Sword Badge to Iver's right breast and gave him a military salute.

He then drew his gleaming silver blade and gently placed it on Iver's shoulder.

"I swear to live up to this glory, and I will fight for Her Majesty the Queen."

Iver proclaimed, "God bless the Queen —may she always be victorious and bathe in glory!"

His voice became clear and powerful, a stark contrast to his usual gentle and easygoing demeanor, sounding mature, steady, and reliable.

As he held the pose, applause erupted from the audience. Reporters began snapping photos rapidly from various angles.

The dazzling flashlights shone on the stage, momentarily turning the two of them completely white.

In addition to the two people on stage, the crowd applauding in the audience also needs to be photographed.

As reporters quickly took photos from various angles, the audience smiled and began to applaud for a long time. The applause in the club hall was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Unlike other medals.

Because the recipients of the Holy Sword Medal are usually soldiers who have made outstanding contributions on the battlefield, the awarders can only be military personnel.

According to the original etiquette, the recipient should kneel and perform the knightly salute when receiving the medal, and the medal should be awarded by his direct superior in his unit.

But Iver was in a wheelchair and looked weak and frail; and he was not a soldier and had no superiors.

Therefore, after the Bureau of Supervision specifically inquired with the Minister of Ceremonies, the Minister tactfully suggested that Gordon could award the medal on behalf of the Oversight Bureau—which was also an effective way to eliminate the Bureau of Supervision's negative reputation.

—If this scene is captured on camera and people see it in the newspaper, they will think that the Bureau of Supervision has a good attitude in this matter.

While it's unclear whether the claim that "Chief Gordon ultimately failed to catch the assassin" is true, this scene suggests it's probably false. Otherwise, why would Gordon be awarding medals to those who have distinguished themselves? Since Gordon was promoted and awarded medals, the person must have been captured! It's just that it's classified information, so it hasn't been made public yet!

"... Huh?!"

But at that moment, a photographer suddenly exclaimed.

Although the ceremony had been successfully completed, all that remained was to wrap things up. However, his behavior of disturbing the ceremony still caused many people to turn and look at him with displeasure.

However, they soon understood why the photographer had exclaimed.

From the direction he was filming—behind a man with vacant eyes clapping vigorously at the very back of the left-hand seat—a tall, thin, white ghostly figure emerged.

It's like a butterfly struggling to emerge from its pupa. It trembles, raising its four completely misaligned, unevenly sized arms.

Its upper body resembles a hunched, very thin man. Its ribs bulge outwards, appearing sharp and menacing.

Its abdomen and back were covered in taut white skin, and a gigantic bald head, more than twice the size of an average person's, was haphazardly dotted with facial features belonging to multiple people. Unlike human faces, which point to one side, these features were evenly distributed across the four sides of the skull.

Its two legs, not yet fully emerging from the man's back, are thin and tall, and have reversed joints. It is more like a goat than a human.

Is that... some kind of demon?

Just seeing its posture made the reporter feel as if his breath had stopped.

A chilling, damp sense of dread washed over him, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. The reporter was paralyzed, unable to move or even speak, as if electrocuted, his twitching fingers frantically pressing the shutter button.

The demon was even larger than the man who served as its vessel! No one knows how it managed to squeeze inside.

"-- [still]!"

"-- [arrest]!"

"—[Expulsion]!"

But the Law Mage discovered it the next moment.

But all their laws failed. Only the man who had been the vessel deflated completely, collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The white demon moved with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning—

It didn't walk on two legs, but crawled rapidly on the ground with six arms. It even left afterimages, as unnatural as a sped-up video, as if its movements had been sped up.

"—It's Deformed Limb Demon! Keep your distance!"

Gordon noticed it immediately, and with a roar, he raised the sword that had been used to award Iver the medal.

As his status has risen, the silver flames erupting from his sword are now even more intense than they were a few days ago.

What he held in his hand seemed not to be a sword, but a torch. The entire stage was illuminated by his light, while the demon hissed and emitted scorching blue smoke.

Gordon moved with lightning speed, thrusting his sword into the demon's chest.

But the Deformed Limb Demon's body was unusually agile.

It left a trail of afterimages, easily dodging the fatal stab. Its six arms suddenly lengthened, two of them rising upwards to grab the chandelier. Swaying like an ape, its goat-like hooves suddenly lengthened, transforming into sharp spears that pierced the two inspectors who rushed over first.

After being swayed twice, the chandelier plummeted down, hurtling straight towards Iver. Gordon shoved Iver aside— Iver's wheelchair glided away as if drifting, while Gordon was engulfed in the dust.

He certainly wouldn't get hurt for that reason.

Amidst the smoke, the Deformed Limb Demon, who doesn't need to use his eyesight, wreaks havoc.

It continuously extends extremely long arms or goat feet from within, piercing the chest of those who rush forward, breaking their necks, or piercing their eyes.

Gordon's battle cries echoed intermittently through the smoke as he clashed with several of the Deformed Limb Demon's arms. Sharp, blinding beams of silver light, like crescent moons, sliced the stage into pieces. But the Deformed Limb Demon's limbs were so resilient that Gordon's attacks only grazed them, Deformed Limb Demon healed almost instantly.

The inspectors immediately protected Isabel, trying to get her to leave first.

As the crowd on the second floor panicked and jostled to escape, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance calmly mingled among them, muttering something under his breath.

Amidst screams, the first-floor wall suddenly transformed into crimson flesh and blood.

Tentacles of flesh and blood, the color of internal organs, lashed out, briefly restraining the observer who was standing at the edge of the wall.

On the other side, a glass jar filled with eyeballs was suddenly thrown down from the second floor.

Edward immediately looked up and scanned the second floor repeatedly, thus noticing this immediately. The moment the jar took flight, he stretched out his right hand and shouted, "Return it to its rightful owner!"

The glass jar Time Stop falling and instead began to flow backward, landing on the astonished brown-haired girl.

She stared in astonishment and fear at the jar flying toward her, reaching out to catch it.

Inside was the "Eye of Fear," enough to plunge everyone on the first floor into a state of panic! And if she hadn't caught it...

Just then, a fireball came hurtling over and shattered the jar.

Those were the flames summoned by Ms. Maya —golden-red flames burning fiercely, incinerating the black smoke-filled eyeballs.

She slowly condensed another, larger fireball in her right hand, looking at the man with a hostile expression.

"I beseech Amber, God of the Sacred Number nine, God of the pinnacle, Perfect Eternal God —grant me the fire of amber."

Bishop Maya chanted softly, and the fireball in her hand gradually turned a dim yellow. The flickering flames seemed to freeze in time.

The brown-haired girl was about to escape when she suddenly found herself frozen, unable to move. It turned out that a Law Mage had noticed her and, while struggling with the tentacles, had managed to cast a [Status of Stillness] decree.

Golden flames rushed towards her, hitting her precisely without affecting anyone nearby.

Her agonizing screams lasted only a moment before she turned into a grotesque stone statue as the dim yellow flames dissipated.

Glancing at her indifferently, Meiya once again conjured flames in her hand.

"I beseech the Lord of Scales and Feathers, the God of the Sacred Number Six..."

This time, she did not perform the limited number of immediate prayers. Instead, she closed her eyes, stood among the crowd, and began to chant the complete prayer with her hands clasped together.

"Watch out, Iver!"

But Gordon's exclamation interrupted her prayer.

She looked up in surprise and opened her eyes, staring at Iver in the corner.

Just as the Deformed Limb Demon suddenly attacked Iver...

Suddenly, a simple, ancient-looking holy sword appeared in the hand of Iver, who was sitting in his wheelchair.

It has Vermillion hilt. Blazing flames burn on the blade, shimmering with dazzling holy light. Pure Light Attribute and Fire Attribute energies constantly fluctuate, forming visible ripples in the air.

That was after first activating the Key to St. Genevieve Chapel] with the energy of both light and fire attributes, and then using the spell stored within—[Holy Sword Art]—to conjure the Holy Sword, the Red Hilt Sword!

It was a golden "Divine Weapon" with four distinct attributes: warding off evil, sharpness, resilience, and lightness.

The most important of these are "lightness" and "warding off evil".

The former allowed Iver, who was weak and confined to a wheelchair, to swing the weapon easily; while the latter was the most important...

The moment the holy sword appeared, a silent and sacred atmosphere spread out, as if the place had transformed into a temple. The fear in people's hearts was also greatly soothed.

The movements of this Deformed Limb Demon slowed down under the light, and its power began to weaken.

Seizing the moment its movements slowed down, Iver swung his Red Hilt Sword.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the arm stretched out by the Abnormal Limb Demon was easily cut off! Update completed! Ah, by the way, for the first-order lottery in the book club, today at 9pm the operating officer Can Can will broadcast the lottery results on the account [One Can No Grain] at Station B. Book friends who participated, please remember to go and check it out (tremor)