Chapter 75: She Died p2
Screams, cries of children, and panicked shouts filled the air. Anyone who fell would be trampled to death in an instant, and even those moving with the crowd risked being injured.
In stark contrast to the surrounding chaos, the young man stared intently at the cathedral, a look of regret appearing on his face only when the terrifying aura within showed no signs of dissipating.
“Sigh, not even one death.”
He lowered the giant axe in his hand, its impact on the ground causing tremors like an earthquake.
Several terrifying cracks appeared on the ground, greedily swallowing the blood-soaked flesh and debris, staining the giant axe crimson.
“Let’s try again… this time, closer.”
The young man’s expression darkened as he gripped the axe and dragged it towards the cathedral.
His eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, exuded a bloody aura. His heart pounded like thunder, another bloody storm brewing.
Meanwhile, inside the cathedral.
The Anglican choir’s singing abruptly stopped, almost everyone frozen in place, the scene before them too unbelievable.
Not only the Archbishop on the pulpit, but also the followers below, anyone in a straight line between the cathedral’s entrance and the pulpit, had been reduced to bloody mist, staining the central hall crimson.
…Too terrifying.
So terrifying that almost everyone was paralyzed with fear.
Or rather… everyone was caught in this bloody scene, unable to escape.
They stared blankly ahead, their eyes filling with bloodshot veins, their expressions turning vacant.
Thud.
Thud…
In the silent scene, clear footsteps echoed, accompanied by the screeching sound of an axe dragging across the ground, gradually approaching the cathedral.
The shattered doors were slowly pushed open, and the handsome young man walked in.
His gaze immediately fell upon the pulpit, but seeing the mangled remains of the Archbishop, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
“Hmm? Why is Archbishop Johnson on the pulpit? Isn’t this the Church of Light’s territory?”
The young man then shifted his gaze slightly, finally noticing the blindfolded nun in the wheelchair behind the Archbishop’s body.
…His target.
“Unexpectedly, Saint Alyssa, you are so courteous. My respect,” the young man said, bowing slightly, but he quickly raised his axe, a violent aura surging forth. “But… my apologies, I need your life.”
This sudden turn of events also caught Luo Ling off guard. She hadn’t expected the Boy to attack so soon after Educator’s departure.
And the surrounding followers…
Luo Ling could sense something was wrong with them, and a strange, bloody scent lingered in the air, different from the murderous aura emanating from the Boy.
A suspicion formed in her mind.
Stasha, her legs trembling, cowered behind the wheelchair, clutching her head in terror.
What was that just now?
How… had the Archbishop been split in half so quickly?
Why was there blood everywhere?
Gruesome images flashed through Stasha’s mind, an urge to vomit overwhelming her.
She wanted to stand up and push her sister’s wheelchair to escape, but her legs trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t even stand in front of her sister to protect her.
At the same time, Luo Ling couldn’t worry about the trembling Stasha behind her. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, her vision rapidly fading.
…The Spores scattered around her, replacing her lost sight, were being killed. The Boy was holding his axe, not preparing to attack, but already attacking.
This was the second time Luo Ling’s Spores had failed, the first being against Educator.
These Awakened Ones at the pinnacle of humanity, although unable to directly perceive the Spores, could still eliminate these omnipresent eyes in their own way.
In just a few breaths, Luo Ling’s vision was completely engulfed in darkness. She was blind again.
“Actually, I know, Saint Alyssa, you’re not the White Witch’s Apostle,” the Boy suddenly said.
“But I can’t gamble, hehe… whether the Harbingers have truly collaborated with the White Witch. Although it was important before, it doesn’t matter now.
“In any case, killing one more or less makes no difference. Enough people have died already.”
As his voice fell, the Boy’s bloodlust intensified.
The next moment, another bloody storm erupted, tearing apart countless followers within the cathedral, a heavy killing intent descending upon Luo Ling.
In a split second, Luo Ling stood up, scooping up Stasha at an almost imperceptible speed and dodging the attack with an ungainly roll, crashing to the ground.
The wheelchair shattered, along with the statue behind it, splintering into pieces.
The wall was completely breached, cracks spreading rapidly, shards of stained glass raining down from the cathedral’s dome, as if it was about to collapse.
The Boy didn’t seem to mind the missed attack.
Although his gaze remained fixed on the fallen Saint, he seemed to be constantly scanning his surroundings.
“S-sister…”
Stasha’s weak, tearful voice echoed, her trembling hands trying to help her sister up, but shards of falling glass struck her head, blood instantly flowing.
But she seemed to feel no pain, continuing to frantically support her sister’s arm, blood covering her face.
“I’m alright…”
Luo Ling sat up, supporting herself. In her briefly restored Spore vision, she saw Stasha, her face covered in blood, her expression filled with terror and confusion.
“Stasha, you’re hurt…”
Luo Ling’s Spore vision vanished again. She reached out blindly, gently touching Stasha’s head, healing her wounds.
“Sister…”
Stasha was in shock. The scene before her was beyond her comprehension, making her instinctively cling to her familiar sister.
Luo Ling turned to “look” towards the Boy, whose presence she could still faintly sense, her expression calm.
Luo Ling knew she couldn’t escape.
More accurately, Alyssa… couldn’t escape.
The Boy had come here with the intent to kill, and this wasn’t an avatar, but his main body.
Educator’s strength was terrifying, but the Boy seemed even stronger. He was clearly holding back, his attention not fully focused on her. Even so, he was an existence Alyssa couldn’t possibly contend with.
Even if Luo Ling descended personally, it would be difficult to save Alyssa.
But at least… she could protect Stasha.
“If it were you, Alyssa, you would make the same choice, right?” Luo Ling asked silently in her heart.
The answer… was obvious.
Alyssa loved her sister, just like her own sister loved her.
This emotion, even within Alyssa’s dead body, was an unstoppable instinct.
A strange sensation on her cheeks. Luo Ling reached up and touched them. They were wet.
Alyssa’s tears.
Not hers.
The next moment, Alyssa’s lower body was completely replaced by fungal threads, and she stood up, supporting herself.
The Boy seemed to notice, his attention finally shifting to Alyssa’s legs.
“This… is?” The Boy’s pupils constricted, his previously vague perception suddenly becoming clear. He murmured, “Unexpectedly… it’s true…”
His grip on the axe tightened.
“Your target… is only me, right?”
Luo Ling said softly.
“Correct,” the Boy nodded slightly.
He wasn’t bloodthirsty, but to kill the Saint efficiently, he would inevitably harm others in the process. That was all.
Unlike the Harbingers, after this battle, he would pray for the souls of those he had killed and observe three minutes of silence.
Three precious minutes for a Company director.
“Alright,” Luo Ling nodded. “I’m ready to die.”
She walked towards the Boy step by step. The Boy felt a surge of respect for the Saint’s willingness to face death. He could see that she was trying to protect the ordinary person cowering behind her.
Such righteousness deserved a swift death.
The Boy had heard that the Saint was very protective of her sister. If he could use her sister as a hostage to increase his chances of killing her, he wouldn’t hesitate.
Loyalty and love were admirable, but that wouldn’t stop him from exploiting them to complete his mission.
“If you weren’t the White Witch’s Apostle, I would personally invite you to join the Company,” the Boy said softly, raising his axe. “But now, Saint Alyssa, please make your way to the underworld.”
The Boy slightly adjusted the angle of his attack to avoid hitting Stasha.
If he could kill the Saint directly, there was no need to harm her sister, causing unnecessary casualties.
“Stasha,” her sister’s gentle voice echoed, as familiar as ever.
Stasha looked up blankly, seeing only her sister’s back.
“…Live.”
Before she could finish her words, the axe descended with a bloody slash.
But… the eternal Silent Demise Luo Ling expected didn’t come.
As the Boy struck, as if waiting for this very moment, all the followers within the cathedral exploded, turning into bloody figures, blood spraying everywhere.
Along with the blood already on the ground, it surged towards the Boy.
At the critical moment, the Boy held back his strength, using his axe to block the attack, but he was still sent staggering back.
At the same time, a small, childish figure appeared at the cathedral entrance, a look of disappointment on its blood-stained face.
“As expected!”
The Boy swallowed a mouthful of blood, exclaiming softly.
He knew Educator had been lurking nearby, which was why he had held back, reserving some strength to counter him.
“But unfortunately, I couldn’t inflict any significant injuries on you,” Educator said calmly.
The bloody figures all stood up, staring intently at the Boy, a terrifying sight.
Because the Boy had held back his strength, Alyssa’s body was only sent flying, bisected at the waist, not a fatal wound.
After a moment of shock, Luo Ling regained her senses, supporting herself.
Her first thought wasn’t about her own well-being, but whether Stasha would be traumatized by this horrific scene.
“Stasha, Stasha… where are you…”
Alyssa murmured, her instinct driving her to find and protect her sister.
But there was no response.
…No sound at all.
Within the domains of two peak-level Awakened Ones, Luo Ling pushed Alyssa’s body to its limits, releasing a brief burst of Spores.
Through the Spores’ fleeting vision, Luo Ling finally saw Stasha.
And she understood why Stasha hadn’t responded.
…She was just like the followers in the cathedral.
All the blood vessels in Stasha’s body had ruptured, her form barely recognizable, turned into a gruesome, bloody mess.
Her internal organs were mangled, mixing with her flesh and blood, flowing towards…
Educator’s hands.
—She was dead.
Silently, without a sound.
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