The two Deacons lay on the ground, blood gushing from their wounds and spreading across the bluestone floor.
Faint smoke still curled from Lu Yuan's muzzle, and the pungent smell of burnt gunpowder filled the air.
Lu Yuan's hand was steady. Four bullets, all of them struck their limbs.
It was not that he was being merciful. He simply knew that killing church members in Grim Port, even as a Night Watcher, meant weighing the consequences carefully.
Time Bestower deactivated, and the world returned to normal. Lu Yuan quietly watched Priest Andrew before him. The combat strength he had displayed was enough to prove that he was not merely a Doctor. Anyone with half a functioning brain would carefully consider whether they could bear the consequences of continuing this fight.
But Priest Andrew clearly had no intention of leaving himself any room to back down.
Andrew's face was livid, his once fairly amiable features now twisted almost beyond recognition.
The Scripture in his hands suddenly shone with brilliant golden light. Within the Silence Barrier, that sacred radiance was especially blinding, like a Little Sun suspended in midair.
Lu Yuan instinctively narrowed his eyes. The light was too bright.
"The price of Blaspheming an Angel is one you cannot bear!"
Andrew's voice carried suppressed fury—and a trace of... fear?
Lu Yuan caught it sharply.
Yes, fear.
A dignified Priest of the church had brought two Deacons to "invite" a child away, only for a lowly Doctor to wound every one of his subordinates. If word got out, where would he put his face?
More importantly, in that instant just now, he had clearly sensed an Eerie aura surging from inside the clinic.
That aura was ancient and dark, completely contrary to the light of the Angel he worshipped.
Andrew pressed his