The horses in the stables went berserk, dragging carriages wildly, causing chaos in the stable area.
A faint spiritual alarm gradually sounded in Nia’s mind, progressively drowning out the original potion whispers.
Nia abruptly raised her hand, seemingly sending out so signal. A warhorse clad in silver armor charged out from the stables, pulling a carriage, and stopped before them.
“Quick, get in the carriage, Miss Avena, there’s danger!” Nia urged Avena in a low voice, directly lifting her into the carriage.
Adele beside them was also scared enough to jump into the carriage, turned her head towards Ciel, and shouted, “Hmm hmm hmm!!!”
“Get in, quickly!” Avena extended her hand out of the carriage, urging Ciel anxiously.
At this mont, not only Nia, but even Avena and other transcendents nearby heard the terrifying spiritual alarm.
But Ciel stopped in her tracks, seemingly pausing to listen to sothing.
Panicked transcendents had already started running towards the main gate from behind. Ciel extended her right hand, grasped Avena’s soft small hand, and after being pulled into the carriage, turned back towards the underground area behind them, and gently snapped her left fingers.
Snap—
The sound of the snap echoed beside Avena’s ear.
Imdiately following was an even more terrifying aura, like a landslide or tsunami, emanating from Deton Manor behind them. Even the ground began to tremble.
“Whinnyyyy!!!” The warhorse let out a tragic whinny. Under Nia’s control, it pulled the carriage violently down the mountain path, the carriage beginning to bump violently.
Through the transparent carriage glass, the three saw the terrifying earthquake-like scene behind them.
Avena was now almost certain... Ciel did all this.
Just then, amidst the chaos, Ciel saw a familiar figure, her pupils constricting slightly.
Protect her—
Ciel only had ti to issue one final command to the spiritual being via consciousness before leaving... She was the one who absolutely could not linger here.
Under Ciel’s command, the spiritual being had already restrained its terrifying internal fluctuations to the utmost. But this sacrifice included an additional third-tier Bishop—even Ciel didn’t know what would happen when sacrificing a third-tier Bishop. She could only guarantee the summoned spiritual being wouldn’t attack anyone other than cultists.
The carriage gradually moved further away. Creek Hill behind them seed to erupt in so kind of riot, birds and beasts fleeing madly in panic.
...
anwhile, on the outskirts of Berren City’s Clock Tower Alley, “Missionary” Uris, listening to the “Ascetic’s” report in the inn, abruptly raised her head, her sightless eyes gazing towards Creek Hill.
Her vision seed to penetrate all walls and obstacles. In her field of darkness, a terrifying, enormous phantom was unfurling eight pairs of giant insect wings in the distance, kneeling towards a certain direction.
This apocalyptic scene almost stopped Uris’s heart for several beats. The terrifying, blurry phantom before her eyes almost made her recall the incident she encountered when her eyes were still intact...
“Quick! Are there materials for the Psychic Holy Ritual in the Clock Tower church?! I need to contact the Holy See imdiately!!!” Uris snapped her head towards the “Ascetic,” completely unaware that blood tears were already streaming down her own face from her eyes.
“Yes... Yes! There’s one last set of materials left, hidden away unused!” The “Ascetic,” seemingly sensing sothing too, quickly stood up and led Uris towards the Clock Tower church.
That’s... Divine Advent Church’s thing... The Divine Advent Church! Hiding in Berren City?!
That commotion, their Holy See is hidden just outside Berren City?!
Did they really awaken the Mother Goddess?!
No no no! They are just heretics, they don’t have a Saintess! How did they communicate with a deity!
The Divine Advent Church... also has a Saintess now?
The first heretical Saintess has appeared?!
Uris’s mind was continuously occupied by horrifying thoughts, almost shaking her faith. At this mont, she could only pray the Church of the Savior Goddess Holy See would quickly dispatch a Bishop... no, a powerhouse of Archbishop rank or higher!
...
“Father! Father!”
Crowds surged, rubble fell. Deton Manor, previously peaceful, now seed struck by a terrifying earthquake. People stampeded towards the entrance.
Amy had reached the entrance first, but rembering her father was still inside, pushed back against the tide into the front hall, anxiously calling her father’s na.
“Amy!” Amidst the chaos, Baron Hastings seed to hear Amy’s call. He struggled through the crowd and saw Amy hiding beside a huge pillar, avoiding the stampede.
And above Amy’s head, the precariously swaying giant crystal chandelier.
“Amy!!!” Baron Hastings rushed madly towards Amy. He leaped forward forcefully, unable to push her away in ti, fell heavily in front of Amy, struggled up, directly embraced Amy, and shielded her with his own body underneath.
The swaying chandelier, after emitting a piercing screech of tal fatigue, plumted directly down.
Lying on the ground, Amy’s gaze went past Baron Hastings’ shoulder. Her eyes widened as she watched the giant crystal chandelier draw closer and closer...
Am I... going to die?
Didn’t find Ciel, she shouldn’t be here... It’s really good she’s not here...
Father, I’m sorry...
Voom—
A slight buzzing sounded in Amy’s mind. Accompanying the buzz was the crystal chandelier hovering less than a ter above her in mid-air.
A flickering white shadow, its shape unclear, held the massive crystal chandelier suspended in the air.
The terrifying white shadow’s face turned slightly, looking down at the terrified Amy lying on the ground, tilting its head quizzically.
A buzzing, blurry murmur, blocking out all surrounding noise, echoed in Amy’s mind.
“You... can see... ?”
The white shadow looked at Amy, who faced it directly without any adverse effect, then looked up towards the direction Ciel had departed, its thoughts montarily confused.
The next second, darkness swept over Amy’s vision.
When she woke up again, she was lying in a field. Beside her lay Baron Hastings, unconscious from excessive fright.
And beside her hand was a strange cloth bag, seemingly containing sothing...
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