ebonymovies Chapter 634 Boutis's Fear
Chapter 634 Boutis's Fear
Chapter 634 Boutis's Fear
Backlund, Joewood District.
"Splash..."
Several carriages sped past on the street, their bodies plain and unadorned, without any decorations or emblems. Even the windows were completely black, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Inside the swaying carriage, Lu Ze leaned against the wall, closed his eyes to rest, and analyzed the situation in his mind.
The Black Knight.
Shadows, filth, spread depravity and bring despair.
And what does the goddess of night symbolize?
dark.
Pure darkness.
In some ways, it fits the name "Black Knight".
Could it be that what I'm doing now can be interpreted as leading my subordinates to fight against the enemy for the darkness, which is what a knight should do? According to this theory, after conquering evil in the name of the goddess (darkness), his potion should have been digested more.
Lu Ze thought this was really good news.
If his idea is correct, he needs to form his own squad to facilitate his role as a "knight." After all, the title "knight" clearly carries connotations of protection, conquest, and combat. Whether in the "shadows" or the "darkness," he must uphold his principles while fighting.
The carriage shuddered for a moment, then returned to calm.
Outside the carriage, someone walked quickly over and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, we have arrived."
Judging from the voice, it should be Sost.
"Um."
Luze snapped out of his reverie and gave a curt reply. The carriage door was then opened from the outside, revealing several team members waiting outside: Soster, Leonard, and Ms. Daly, who was intently observing him.
These individuals are all quite capable; I might consider forming them into a new team for myself. Also, I need an assistant to handle my daily affairs... the church leadership has more to do than I anticipated.
Lu Ze thought to himself as he got off the train.
The carriage stopped in front of a house. Although it was afternoon, there were hardly any people on the street, and an unsettling atmosphere was subtly spreading.
Lu Ze looked around at everyone.
Tell me the current situation.
He spoke calmly.
"The target is in that white-roofed house two blocks away," Soster replied. "After this period of surveillance, we've spotted quite a few cult members coming and going. And by tracking their movements, we've identified even more associates."
He gave a brief report.
"Are we manpower sufficient to make the arrests?"
Lu Ze asked.
"That's enough. I've also asked the night watchmen from other district churches for help, and each squad has been assigned at least one Red Glove supporter," Soster replied. "They'll work in tandem with us."
"Okay, that's good."
Lu Ze nodded after hearing this and stepped into the house.
The room was quite empty; the living room was devoid of furniture, save for an altar with various materials piled on the floor, shimmering with a spiritual glow. These were things Leonard and another teammate had just moved in with.
"Is everything prepared?"
Lu Ze asked.
"Your Excellency, everyone is here."
Leonard replied, "I checked each item on the list one by one."
"That's good."
Lu Ze walked to the altar, waved his hand, and the dark shadow seemed to come alive, leaping up and placing numerous materials on the table.
That's right, he's going back to his old ways and holding the ceremony once again.
This ritual was very effective. He would communicate with the spirit world and temporarily lock down a certain area, isolating it from the outside world... Simply put, it was the same thing that "Divine Evil" Si'a did before, sealing off the spirit world and making it difficult to pass through.
Mr. X, Louis Wayne, is a traveler who, in the course of battle, is likely to flee immediately if he falls into a disadvantageous position. With this ritual, there's no need to worry about him traversing the spirit world.
"Once this ceremony is successfully completed, you can begin your actions."
Luze spoke to Soster, then drew a silver dagger, its tip spewing spiritual energy to create a wall of spirituality that separated the inside from the outside.
However, just as his ceremony was about to begin, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.
A sudden surge of spiritual energy appeared in the street ahead, then vanished without a trace.
Someone has left through "spirit world travel"!
A few minutes ago.
Inside a room of Mr. X's mansion.
The tiny candle flame flickered slightly, becoming the only source of light in this space with its doors and windows tightly shut. The candle cast a large, dark shadow on the opposite wall, the shadow swaying with the candlelight, carrying an indescribable eeriness.
Suddenly, the shadow spoke.
"Another week has passed, and the Blood Cultivator still hasn't taken the bait."
The deep, hoarse voice of "Shadow Saint" echoed in the room, carrying an air of decadent and blasphemous filth.
The trap was set, but the prey was slow to crawl into it, which inevitably made the hunter anxious. However, the person he was talking to, "The Saint of Mysteries" Butis, remained unmoved.
"It is the Lord's will that we come here."
His lips twitched, revealing a strange expression that resembled a smile. "Do you think the Lord is wrong?"
"Don't try to provoke me, Butis."
On the wall, a huge shadow writhed. Then, a burly figure was forcibly squeezed out from it.
It was a massive black knight, his eyes flashing with a terrifying red light. "My faith in the Lord is unwavering, and it is not your place to criticize me."
He paused, then said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "And don't think I don't know what you're thinking. The longer you stay in Backlund, the better for you, right?"
"Because Backlund seems to have traces of apprentices—pathways of extraordinary beings—you're worried that they are new disciples of the Abraham family, that that family will cultivate a powerful extraordinary being to seek revenge against you."
As fellow saints, Kesma made no attempt to cover for the other party.
Boutis chuckled to himself.
"Then shut up and wait quietly."
He said, "After that..."
"Click."
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
Boutis's smile froze instantly. He turned around and saw that a crystal ball he had placed on the table had cracked.
"brush!"
He quickly reached out and brushed his hand across the surface of the crystal ball.
Although the crystal ball had a crack, it still began to work under his prompting. A thick, impure light and illusory mist filled the space, but gradually, the mist and light dissipated, revealing the face of a young woman inside the crystal ball.
She was a woman with a languid air, her brown hair slightly curled, speaking somewhat reservedly.
Judging from her lip movements, she was saying a short rune word: "Teacher."
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